Let the dead rest.

{if Viviane dead = 1} I tend to my wounds the best I can, with a balm and some bandages. There are things even I wouldn't dare try. Viviane was a beautiful girl but I barely knew her. There is no shortage of young farm girls in the world, even if her healing powers were a nice boon.

I had dressed myself, with some amount of groans of pain an curses to the elves and their fucking arrows. Gnash had dug a grave under one of the flat stones of the sanctuary and I laid Viviane in it after cleaning her, leaving only her medallion on her chest and putting both her hands on it. I left the corpses of the elves in evidence on the formerly sacred site. As beautiful as she was the elf only inspired disgust to me, her slender naked body reminded me of the cold and lifeless one laying underground. I simply slit her throat while she was still ****, I gathered a full bottle of her blood while doing so and added a few runes on it to keep the content fresh, the blood of the elder race is strong and an helpful component is some dark magic.

Before leaving the glade and returning to my strip Istop for a moment.

"Goodbye my love, there could have been so much... " I tell in front of the grave. Then add another message in elvish on the belly and chest of the elf with the tip of my blade.

Murderers! Fear my wrath!
For good mesure I add the rune of Malak as a signature above her crotch.

I leave this accursed place after setting a few trees on fire. I walk as far as I can from here before setting camp on a discreet spot and falling asleep, crushed by pain, sadness and the sheer physical and magical exertion. {endif}