Blakeshadow Family/Breonna/A path raised before you

A path raised before you(take it or miss the chance)

I want to see what the isle has become with my own eyes, maybe ever greet that Caddock once more, this time I will be leaving him with a curse however, unlike our last meeting, but something more fitting like... one less eye, a broken arm...and no belly. Something fitting for such a man. Simply put, I wish to do more then deman him, I want to make him an urchin that wallows in pools of urine departed from his dead followers.

Of course I will refrain from killing the followers... as some can be enlighten that a goddess who knew only betrayal and belittlement is rather foolish. From what I can tell of my cursed time within their sermons... not false preachings, but ignorant worship of an evil idol. So intensive into their faith I, they decided to promote me to feather of Linwe. But my own soul lays in the hands of The Lover and the Axe, no shadow mother. And I have been so keen into their affairs to ensure myself I will grant them no feather blows. I will relish in the days like the old and wear my mantle of a warrior, just to lift the curse I bare alone. Watch me bring the heretic to his knees, and may my blade be remembered as the axe brought down by Adaghar.

Then I will find my blessed axe among Caddock's things... and destroy the daemon La Lunato before He wastes anymore of my sanity with senseless riddles and vile foretellings. My own crusade to duel with a curse only one bares. And I fear the greatest duel is after the two. Of my own loyalty to myself or to my faith, both are in the same hand but one in the palm; the other resting on the wrist. Slash my palm- or my wrist?

But I am no coward to death. I will face the two, blade ready to my wrists. What is true faith, is it laying into a den of shadows whispers and demonic jesters and being able to show your blessings, without corruption? I am ready to die serving Adaghar, and being remembered as one who served him pure even while force feed darkness. Rather then live as someone who caved in to the heretic Caddock, as pathetic as he. And safeguard myself from danger.

It was an Honour serving you My Lady Ciann.

Signed, Your Adviser and fellow Valkyrie,

Breonna Blakeshadow, Ambassador of Arcachon, Personal Adviser to Morrighan Ciann, A warrior of the Way of Adaghar

Breonna dropped her quill into the inkwell. Sat up from her desk and walked over to her wardrobe. She forced the mighty oak Doors open and began by striping herself of her violet gown and slippers. She stood in front of her armor, laid out before her. She was bare, but didn't mind walking into her office to seal the letter she just prepared. There she stood, in her office naked for a few moments. She muttered a silent prayer. Then strode to her wardrobe once more and began to assemble her battledress. She took her black woolen blouse, plaids and above the knee leather brown boots. Once she was done lacing the boots she fastened silver plated steel bracers to her arms and shins. After calling for a servant to aid her in dressing in the rest of her garments, Breonna laces a tunic with a small Phoenix embodied just under the breast. She takes the metal hilt of Ebony shine, her relatives sword told to have defeated six enemies in single combat under the hand of her nimble aunt Femme. She fits it to her waist. She also hesitates for a moment, and then takes hold of the leather guard on which she once held he beloved battle axe, and equips it to her back.

She then orders the servant to deliver the message. The embarks on the next location of her crusade, a path and ferry to Apasur. And just as she was leaving her wardrobe, she glanced at her floor-length mirror and saw La Lunato Grinning at her, his amber eyes unblinking. Breonna continued walking away, but keeping her clod stare with the vile creature, his breath fogging the mirror.