The wind blew off the ocean, carrying the scent of salt with it. It was cold and bitter as the storm cell it preceded towered like a black obelisk in the sky, darkening the light of the afternoon sun. Â White capped waves pounded the shore line and the half completed ships of the dry dock groaned as they shifted under the wind's assault.
From atop one of the great towers of the dry dock, Atrium sat, her axe resting in her lap as she slowly ran a file over the edge of the blade. Over and over it ran as the miqo'tes mismatched eyes stared intently at the steel.
Last night the Crow's had taken their first sacrifice, a Rhaq. It had been rough but they had brought her to Limsa. There Atrium and Oubliette had reunited with Rotunda.
The file screetched.
Rotunda, a reborn Crow just like Atrium, neither alive nor dead and composed of two souls. Â Atrium was recalling memories of one of her two past lives and to one of them Rotunda's face had been important. And he hadn't been called Rotunda back then.
Adin.
Atrium bit her lower lip. Â Who exactly Admin was was still slowly a fog but the shape was there. There had been devout servitude. A servant. A tool. Just like Atrium was now, again, just a tool.
But that's not what Oubliette and Misha kept saying.
Misha. Atrium scowled. Misha was working along side her enemies. Mishap had summoned them last night. Atrium should have killed her. Let Rotunda's blade do the trick. But Atrium hadn't. Atrium had even gone as far as to preserve Misha's well being.Â
Oibliette was affecting Atrium. Atrium.was forced to accept that. Once Atrium.would have sliced Misha's head off without a second thought. But Oubliette and his incesent joking and his words that almost were kind. . .
"Those two are making me weak!" Atrium growled as she began frantically sharpening her axe, as if she was sharpening herself too. Â She began muttering religious phrases and praising Nald'thal and asking for strength. Atrium's heart hardened and she glance up as thunder roared.
That Roe called Iron Sea. He was a problem. He seemed to be spearheading the efforts to stop the Crows and the cult they served. Atrium.wouldn't permit that. Last night Iron Sea had nearly freed Rhaq and once again was being a problem.as he and his allies forced the Crows to retreat. He knew to much. Once the other sacrifices were collected, Atrium would deal with him.
The miqo'te rose to her feet and spoke.
" I am Atrium Crow. I am a blade in the shadows. Nal'thal's harvester. I am his too-". Atrium paused as she nearly finished the word. Was she just a tool? An emotionless thing only needed for killing? Â Both Oubliette and Misha claimed otherwise. And Oubliette was a fellow Crow. Could he be right?
Atrium shook her head and growling at her questioning her faith and purpose.
"I am Nald'thal's. . . .servant. And I will see the twin god's will done."Â
Atrium heard more thunder and let herself turn to smoke and blow away on the wind.
From atop one of the great towers of the dry dock, Atrium sat, her axe resting in her lap as she slowly ran a file over the edge of the blade. Over and over it ran as the miqo'tes mismatched eyes stared intently at the steel.
Last night the Crow's had taken their first sacrifice, a Rhaq. It had been rough but they had brought her to Limsa. There Atrium and Oubliette had reunited with Rotunda.
The file screetched.
Rotunda, a reborn Crow just like Atrium, neither alive nor dead and composed of two souls. Â Atrium was recalling memories of one of her two past lives and to one of them Rotunda's face had been important. And he hadn't been called Rotunda back then.
Adin.
Atrium bit her lower lip. Â Who exactly Admin was was still slowly a fog but the shape was there. There had been devout servitude. A servant. A tool. Just like Atrium was now, again, just a tool.
But that's not what Oubliette and Misha kept saying.
Misha. Atrium scowled. Misha was working along side her enemies. Mishap had summoned them last night. Atrium should have killed her. Let Rotunda's blade do the trick. But Atrium hadn't. Atrium had even gone as far as to preserve Misha's well being.Â
Oibliette was affecting Atrium. Atrium.was forced to accept that. Once Atrium.would have sliced Misha's head off without a second thought. But Oubliette and his incesent joking and his words that almost were kind. . .
"Those two are making me weak!" Atrium growled as she began frantically sharpening her axe, as if she was sharpening herself too. Â She began muttering religious phrases and praising Nald'thal and asking for strength. Atrium's heart hardened and she glance up as thunder roared.
That Roe called Iron Sea. He was a problem. He seemed to be spearheading the efforts to stop the Crows and the cult they served. Atrium.wouldn't permit that. Last night Iron Sea had nearly freed Rhaq and once again was being a problem.as he and his allies forced the Crows to retreat. He knew to much. Once the other sacrifices were collected, Atrium would deal with him.
The miqo'te rose to her feet and spoke.
" I am Atrium Crow. I am a blade in the shadows. Nal'thal's harvester. I am his too-". Atrium paused as she nearly finished the word. Was she just a tool? An emotionless thing only needed for killing? Â Both Oubliette and Misha claimed otherwise. And Oubliette was a fellow Crow. Could he be right?
Atrium shook her head and growling at her questioning her faith and purpose.
"I am Nald'thal's. . . .servant. And I will see the twin god's will done."Â
Atrium heard more thunder and let herself turn to smoke and blow away on the wind.
