by kirinke » Sun Nov 04, 2012 12:41 pm
CASSANDRA HP 2, condition normalish
The girl sauntered her way towards the sherriff and pulled up a chair. "Well suh, we went to the graveyard and came upon some maghty intrestin infermation." she said and described what she saw in the grave yard including what the spirits said in a calm, factual manner.
"Ah figgure ya'll think it's just crazy native hoo-doo an Ah just am one short step away from gettin me own tamahawk, but Ah seen enough weirdness to recognize somethin just ain't right in this heah town." she leaned back.
"Thar be more in heaven an earth than ye realize, not all of it is the stuff of angels an prayers. Ah deal with the stuff that ain't, usually in a might more lethal way than I'd like, but thar ye go." she shrugged eloquently. "So suh, what is really goin on heah? It ain't just bandits aftah ghost-rock or an easy bit of gold from tha bank Ah be thinking." she said, taking her hat off and slapping the dust out of it before putting it back on.
"Ah rekin, ye probably have been getting some disapparances, weirdness with the cattle and othah livestock, mutilations an the like, folks turnin up after ye be sure somebody said they got dead or somthin of the sort. Or folks just goin plain plum loco fer no good reason. One day they be awright, but the next they're frothin at the mouth and doin horrible unmannerly thangs that'd ye'd think they'd nevah do or be capable of. Ahm Ah close to the mark or way off?" she looked at the sheriff with a keen, knowin eye. If'n nothing like that has happened yet, then mebbe the sorcerer hadn't gotten powerful enough or worse still, he were bein keerful. The keerful ones were the most dangerus, in her opinion. Most necromancers were dumber than a broody hen and more egotistical then them blasted upper-crust city-folk, but ocasionally, you got a smart one. Them... Them were troublesum, ye could bank on that.
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Subtle Cass ain't.