On the same night that she left her prank for the Scathachians to blunder upon, so too did she not forget the governor. The governor who had made it a priority to stop the WestEnd Murders and the Nightly Disappearances. Such a thing had to be greatly discouraged. After all, who could dare continue a course of action when their probable safety has been breached and directly threatened? An ultamatum was to be given.
Dracina plowed in through the window of the governor's office with the headless body of the merchant whose blood she drank in full, glass shattering inward. Now, like the city watchman of last month, the merchant would become a message to the government and city of RhyDin. Dracina looked around the dark room swiftly, and then dropped the headless body on the floor. She'd have to work quickly, as that glass surely would have alerted someone.
She began moving with incredible speed as she sliced open the dead merchant's belly with a knife. Promptly, she pulled out the dried large and smaller intestine, and began to work on her message to the governor. The horrors this night would cause much confusion and second guessing as to what precisely was going on during the dark hours of Rhy'Din.
At morning, the governor would find the bloodless, headless body hanging tied and suspended in a corner of the room by his guts. In fact, the image would invoke the sense of a fly caught in a web, as the intestine had been cut and tied together in a web design that had been nailed to several areas of the wall. On the wall to the right of the corner, written in human blood, possibly the body's, was a message.
"In his attempts to get a - head in life, he weaved a web so wide that it ensnared him."
On the floor, below the message, was a small pool of blood. No one who investigated the scene would know that this pool meant Dracina had to regurgitate some of the man's blood to write the message.
Dracina plowed in through the window of the governor's office with the headless body of the merchant whose blood she drank in full, glass shattering inward. Now, like the city watchman of last month, the merchant would become a message to the government and city of RhyDin. Dracina looked around the dark room swiftly, and then dropped the headless body on the floor. She'd have to work quickly, as that glass surely would have alerted someone.
She began moving with incredible speed as she sliced open the dead merchant's belly with a knife. Promptly, she pulled out the dried large and smaller intestine, and began to work on her message to the governor. The horrors this night would cause much confusion and second guessing as to what precisely was going on during the dark hours of Rhy'Din.
At morning, the governor would find the bloodless, headless body hanging tied and suspended in a corner of the room by his guts. In fact, the image would invoke the sense of a fly caught in a web, as the intestine had been cut and tied together in a web design that had been nailed to several areas of the wall. On the wall to the right of the corner, written in human blood, possibly the body's, was a message.
"In his attempts to get a - head in life, he weaved a web so wide that it ensnared him."
On the floor, below the message, was a small pool of blood. No one who investigated the scene would know that this pool meant Dracina had to regurgitate some of the man's blood to write the message.