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markofthebrave) wrote2010-10-22 08:54 pm
markofthebrave) wrote2010-10-22 08:54 pm
[ Scene ] .031
[If you are passing by a particular patch of forest not far from the barracks after four o'clock in the afternoon, you will immediately notice the landscape has changed. The grass is all dead. Several trees are dessicated, trails of splinters splattered in a wild pattern. There are deep rents in the ground, impacts where something heavy has fallen. And there is a large imperfect square of ice, off to the side by one of the few remaining trees. A small hint of blue ribbon peeks out of the edge, and on further examination it's clear why there was no cry for help: her journal was iced shut.
The fight was brief and brutal. Katara is gone.
Look past the ice and there are signs of other combatants. An ornate sword is stuck deep in the ground, not far from a shield with its straps sliced through. Follow a path of trampled grass, not more than a few steps, and there is a wooden flute half-tucked away in some bushes, and a blue headband caught in the branches above it, almost as if it were marking the spot.
It appears she was not taken alone.]
The fight was brief and brutal. Katara is gone.
Look past the ice and there are signs of other combatants. An ornate sword is stuck deep in the ground, not far from a shield with its straps sliced through. Follow a path of trampled grass, not more than a few steps, and there is a wooden flute half-tucked away in some bushes, and a blue headband caught in the branches above it, almost as if it were marking the spot.
It appears she was not taken alone.]