Given the rapid rate at which the nameless and the not-so-nameless are slain around here, any empty grave would not remain that way for long.

Perhaps the afore-mentioned grave was not empty after all, but the final resting place of one of the many bodiless phantoms who call Rhydin home.

Not every grave becomes the final resting place of the person who's name is carved in the tombstone.


Connar Valdor

The cowgirl Queen had been peacefully sitting at her desk now that they had finally managed to get an edition of the paper out even though the strike and the problem with the printers remained. Needless to say she had been avoiding her Boss for some time now due to the quite nasty temper the redhead had and her lack of wanting a house dropped on her own head which Amal was known to have a penchant for doing in the past. She had just lifted her cup of that deliciously addictive caf? mocha from that little shop when all holy heck broke loose.

Des jumped in her seat as her eyes flew open wide to take in the sight of Amal coming out of her office door rather quickly and not only that but her voice was raised. Well it wasn?t only raised but she was outright yelling which was not a good sign. It was bad enough when her voice was raised but Amal yelling and for security no less.

Very unpleasant things were about to start happening in The Oracle office building she knew from experience. The drink she was about to take never made it to her lips as the cup was slid carefully back onto her desk while she came to her feet fast as could be and moved out from behind her desk in an attempt to intercept her Boss with both hands out in a placating gesture.

?I ain?t for sure but I am pretty sure that Bubba is out trying to track down Becky who managed to escape from the storage closet where we had her held hostage to keep her from talkin? to that Marco guy when Robin went in to get the ink for the presses this mornin?.?

A random passerby walking outside of the Oracle offices could hear the ranting and raging going on therein. He paused, looked up at the building and tilted his head like a quizzical dog as he listened.

He had been planning on submitting an article on the mating habits of the Rhy'Dinian sloth, complete with two decades worth of research, footnotes, citations and serious intellectual discussion. While he didn't believe that the greater population of Rhy'Din was interested in the mating habits of their indigenous sloth, he felt passionately that these beautiful creatures have their moment in the spotlight.

After two decades of work, he listened to Amaltea go postal, and said two words to destroy it all:

"...never mind."