RP channel logs: Solo: Nasgha

[RP]: (Nasgha): The moon shines brightly, filling the night sky with a silvery light.
[RP]: (Nasgha): The trees sway gently in the dark, coldly moaning wind. Deep in a dark forest clearing there rests a stone altar.
[RP]: (Nasgha): A mewling sound, not unlike that of a kitten, breaks the silence. The sound ends abruptly.
[RP]: (Nasgha): Upon the altar, we can now see, is a small, wriggling bundle wrapped in black cloth.
[RP]: (Nasgha): With a flash of steel, the wriggling ceases. A pause, wherein the only sound is that of ragged breaths drawn not in panic, but excitement.
[RP]: (Nasgha): Blood begins to ooze from the dark cloth, shining darkly in the bright moonlight as it pools and begins to drip from the corners of the altar. The knife flashes again, and the blood flows more freely.
[RP]: (Nasgha): As the moon begins her slow descent, a dark form stands before the altar, head bowed, knife held tightly. The blood has long ceased flowing, but the air is still thick with the scent.
[RP]: (Nasgha): Satisfied she has fulfilled her obligation, the child takes a step back. Clutching a scrap of parchment tightly in her hand, she nods to a voice only she can hear.
[RP]: (Nasgha): The forest closes in on the suddenly empty clearing. Empty, save for the lifeless body of an infant in its own blood on the stone altar. The sun is long away from this unhappy place.

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