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Yrolg asked me to bump his threads while he was away, so consider this a free bump. :)
I am Locutus of Borg. Resistance is futile. Your life, as it has been, is over. From this time forward, you will service us.

28-Jul-2008 02:33:53

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Chapter II.
A terrible storm had started almost immediately after Leir’s death. The seemingly unnatural storm’s rain had continued unrelentingly for over three days, forcing the Usha family to remain boarded up within the house, unable to conduct the rituals they would have otherwise completed for their son.
Though Leir’s body was preserved, and would remain ‘fresh’ for another few days yet, his parents worried endlessly about what might transpire should the tempest prolong its stay. So worried were they that at some points they truly believed the gale might be some plague of the gods, set upon them for misuse of their child’s short life. They would oftentimes pray to the gods for redemption from their vast predicament. Laurana far surpassed all others in her religious zeal, dedicating herself not to Trinitists, nor their gods, but the old, ancient, ‘true’ gods. The Pantheon of Hartof – the gods of the world. Most particularly, Laurana set herself towards two of the more temperamental gods: Zalyttera, goddess of Sea and Storm as well as Aserus, god of the afterlife. She offered them bountiful sacrifices, unequaled dedicated, full-hearted worship.
Still the obdurate storm raged on.
Leir’s father, Ereil, had given up hope, on the second week of the caitiff tempest. Quite sure that no gods listened, he continually castigated his wife of her almost frenzied worships, asking her to instead, participate in the family’s activities, to not make the same mistake with their daughter as they had made with Leir. After several incidents of outright row, Laurana was banned from the city’s church, ‘to protect the fragile family’, as the clergyman’s bane had stated.

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Unable to leave her home, and unable to withstand living in it, Laurana had succumbed to a case of manic depression equally matched in intensity by her psycho-exhaustive paranoia, which left her afraid of all else, and all else afraid both of and for her. The neighbors had since ceased attempts at consoling the woman, and her husband had exhausted himself in his futile attempts at relieving her of her ailments.
The normally proud woman sulked about the house, checking, rechecking, and checking again the cubbies and alcoves because ‘daemons were after her*. On more than one occasion she had formed dangers in her mind, and, in her disparity called the local constable on premise that she either had an assassin, such as her dearest child’s, or some other equally fantastic thoughts. On each incident, however, the ‘assassin’ was found to be a quite innocent house worker, or even to not be a person at all. Laurana, undeterred by the actualities, maintained the cause, and persisted in her actions.
She was, to every available extent, alienating herself from the world, and no one knew what to do about it. Consolation had failed, reprimands had failed, and at each failure, Laurana sank deeper and deeper into her frenzy.
The father, equally unsure of what to do, had hired a detective, in an attempt to finally have closure to the case. The aptly named Detective Gale arrived on the fifteenth day of the storm.

02-Aug-2008 18:54:08

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Detective Gale was a quite serious man. He was rather short, and a little more plump than he needed to be. His short frame matched his short temper, but his ability to find answers regardless of the obstacles in the way, led Ereil to him. Upon arriving, he made a short interview with the persons of the Usha house, and promptly set about his investigation, gaining access to historical records of the Usha’s medical history, Leir’s history, and the place of Leir’s death, Rowa Cottage’s history.
He found little of interest in the first of his searches, and even less on his second. It was upon commencing his third investigation of histories that Detective Gale was able to allocate some information that might infer some reason, some force behind Leir Usha’s death.
A couple had first built the house; it was to be their suite for retirement. The woman was an accomplished seamstress, the husband a profiting merchant. The two had met as she sold her supplies to him, and following only the shortest of engagements, they were betrothed. As they witnessed the first days of eternity pass by, the woman had the sensation of loss with her new husband, and, in a fit of paranoia, had spied him, as he set about to his ship’s inspection.
There she saw a sight unfit for mortal eyes, as her suspicions gave way to reality, the abhorable deeds committed by her husband, Slet, were forever committed to memory. When he returned that evening, the fact that the woman, Kietta, had witnessed Slet’s affair was not shared, and they lived many a days further in halcyon.

02-Aug-2008 18:54:43

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The time came, however, when Kietta could withstand the pressure no longer, and relinquished her secret, that she had spied his affair that spring’s morning. Noticing the sheer power of revulsion that his wife had kept from him, Slet vowed that his infidelity was over, that thitherforth Kietta was the sole woman in his life.
Pleased, she pursued the subject no further, and days turned to weeks as the months made years. When at last Slet was able to retire, he had built the cottage, Rowa Cottage, in memory of his love’s mother. They moved there soon after, and lived what could be only fancied as a perfect life.
The day came, though, when Kietta again experienced a distance with her spouse, and, when it did not vanish as expected, she again stole behind him in his next journey out, to finally quell her suppositions. She did not, however, quell her heart. For the second time in her life, Kietta witnessed as her husband brandished another woman, in a loving embrace.
When her husband returned to show his affection to his wife, she was there. When he entered his home, the epitome of his love’s desire, she was there. When he walked towards his wife, arms spread, jovial grin upon his face, she was there. And as he neared her, readied to embrace his wife, she was there, stabbing him, beating him, condemning his soul to forever live in the realms of hell, suffering as she had. Kietta killed her husband’s body, her husband’s mind, and her husband’s soul.
When tried for his death, she pled guilty, the penalty of which was hanging. And when the time came for her to immolate herself for her cause, she did, leaving the world with a smile on her face, sure that her husband’s soul would be forever enduring the pain he had wrought.

02-Aug-2008 18:55:16

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Such was the thought of Detective Gale, as he studied the records of Rowa Cottage. “Surely the solution must lie in Slet’s soul,” he thought almost constantly whilst reading the end of the cottage’s history. “For no other force could possibly have wreaked such havoc with so little trace of humanity.” Concluded in his research, and finding his solution to be the best suitable explanation, he set about to explain the situation to Ereil.
“You see, I think it to be a clear message from Slet that he still remembers Kietta** betrayal, and is an effort from him to somehow fulfill his vendetta against the world. I think that he was responsible for Leir’s death not only because of his power as an energumen, but because he has the ability to inflict such injuries without any signs leading to him.
“Your son died as a result of a supernatural attack by Slet Warigh, of Rowa Cottage Mr. Usha.” And as Detective Gale’* explanation resounded within the heart and mind of the Usha family, the desperate father, the last remaining link in the chain, snapped at last.
"A ghost? A GHOST! How dare you insinuate that my son was killed by some supernatural force out for revenge? It's been six days since my son's died, he's rotting in a casket 'cause we can't bury him in the rain, my wife's going insane, and you want to tell me a ghost killed my son? How DARE you!" he yelled at the stoutly detective, threateningly moving in on the man.
"Mr. Usha, I don't think you understa--" the detective was cut off by the rage that had been building for six days.
[continued, next page]

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