Wayfare to an Uncertain Asylum

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Arkanian gritted his teeth in pleasure as he watched the body of the beautiful young Terrestial Exalt fall limp at his feet; however, his emotions betrayed him as he looked again to his companions smouldering body. Shaking his head he moved across the room, drawing Mugenjin, his soulsteel blade from it's sheath. She was nothing to him...just as this child was nothing to him. The souls trapped within the cold steel cried out as it plunged into the heart of the peasant child, ending his life and any hope of entering the cycle of lithe in a single thrust. Arkanian wiped his blade clean before sliding it back into its sheath, looking back to the motionless body of his former companion for a moment before footsteps in the hall brought him back to the present, he could not stay here. He immediately moved to the window in the room, breaking the glass with the hilt of his weapon before nimbly sliding through it; coattails of his cloak vanishing from view just as Lazerous entered the room.

Whisper left town quickly, he could smill the blood of the town people on the air which ment this place would be crawling with hungry ghosts by nightfall, which was drawing near. He pulled a small black leather box from his belt, creaking open the box to look at the compass within; he already knew where it would point, it was even conviently on his path, but somehow he had hoped that the bone needle would point would point another way. He needed a new place to lay low, Great Forks was drawing too much attention with three Deathlord agents workin in the area, even The Cult of the Illuminated could not protect him from the storm he had brought upon himself. He wasn't even sure they would want to after what he'd just done, could he blame them?