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  1. Fthora finished throwing the last few shovels full of dirt over the decayed remains of her only true love. No tears were shed over the man, but the corpse had been sitting in her front chair for over two weeks. At first, the smell was revolting, particularly during the heat of the day, but after a day Fthora had become acclimated to it. After a week it was pleasing to her. She had begun to feel the rot in her mind too. Dark thoughts swam to the surface, evil things that would send the white light far from the curling shadows. A small, seductive female voice started humming behind Fthora, gently and harmoniously, but in scattered, chaotic tune. Fthora dropped the shovel absently, and turned toward the source of the sound. There was no one there. Fthora looked back to the grave, feeling as though she should say something, or perhaps mark the spot with his name. "It does not matter, he is with me now" said the voice. It was both beautifully rich, and somehow deeply disturbing. Not bothering to turn around this time, Fthora simply asked "Where?". "My loving touch is saved for only a few my dear. You may yet get to see your husband. All you must do, is let the shadow take you." The darkness in Fthora's mind grew deeper. Thoughts of such corruption flooded her mind, and the last vestiges of Fthora's sanity faded into the shadows. A soft chuckle rose to her throat, which spilled into a hearty laugh as it left her lungs. She had never felt more free. Fthora looked down to her husband's grave for the last time. Small white hairs of fungus had spread over the site, to her feet, and the scent of decay intensified. Her husband was indeed with Liblia, and so soon, would she. ---------------------------------------- As the title suggests, I am looking for a Black Lighter village to join and spread the rot with. The character does not presently have a premium account. The intention is to make this character a priest of Liblia after a certain amount of grinding. The character is brand new, just two days old. Skilled in the systems associated with crafting, building, and PvE combat, but have no idea in PvP. I can RP, but do not always. Sometimes I will do it just for the lolz though (see above). Friendly, Active, And Hardworking.... Not to mention just as insane as a good Liblia follower should be. ---------------------------------------- Hopefully you will consider me for your village!