01-08-2020, 09:27 PM
The Chapel had never really gotten more lively. Lights remained on inside. The fires of torchlight and braziers continuously flickered throughout long nights and longer days, offering a place of warmth for any who lack shelter. Still, few come to visit.
Those that have visited, however, speak of the newest stone of the cemetery. One made from marble, and carved with genuine care. Before it always lies a fresh poppylus flower, and never once has the gift been seen withering away.
For those who take the time to stop and read, the inscription was a short one. One lacking a date of birth or date of death. It read:
Those that have visited, however, speak of the newest stone of the cemetery. One made from marble, and carved with genuine care. Before it always lies a fresh poppylus flower, and never once has the gift been seen withering away.
For those who take the time to stop and read, the inscription was a short one. One lacking a date of birth or date of death. It read:
Quote:Actaeon.Knight of the Order.Flame Alchemist.May he burn forever bright.