["Well, she ought to! This could be her doing, you see," The old farmer leans in, grabbing a branch to poke at the fire. "A long, long time ago, long before any of you folk were even a twinkle in your granparents eyes, the Emperor and their wife were livin' the dream. A happy home, great subjects, the whole lot of a fairytale."
One of the other farmers scoffs. No love lost between him and the Court, it seems, but their storyteller keeps going.
"But it didn't stay that good forever. See, one night, the Empress was killed. Murdered by her guard, who the Emperor had given her personally." He leans in towards the fire, pitching his voice low. "That guard was one of us, a Moon Temple man through and through. Did us all a great deed, he did, but things started goin' weird not too long after. People spooked to death in their own beds, screamin' in the streets for no reason, whispers in the woods at night. People started seein' this ghostly lady, cryin' with rage, all across the Temple Lands. Wasn't long 'fore they realized the ghost of the Empress had come back to get her revenge on all of us for bein' betrayed."
"That was hundreds of years ago!" One of the other farmers chimes in, but he looks around the dark all the same. "It can't still be her!"
Shrug goes the old farmer, still grinning. "Who says it can't? Ghost sure don't care about time, lad."]
So the ghost of the Empress is haunting the Temple lands and screwing everything up. [Frown, and a look in Syr's direction. Can you believe this crock?] Right.
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["Well, she ought to! This could be her doing, you see," The old farmer leans in, grabbing a branch to poke at the fire. "A long, long time ago, long before any of you folk were even a twinkle in your granparents eyes, the Emperor and their wife were livin' the dream. A happy home, great subjects, the whole lot of a fairytale."
One of the other farmers scoffs. No love lost between him and the Court, it seems, but their storyteller keeps going.
"But it didn't stay that good forever. See, one night, the Empress was killed. Murdered by her guard, who the Emperor had given her personally." He leans in towards the fire, pitching his voice low. "That guard was one of us, a Moon Temple man through and through. Did us all a great deed, he did, but things started goin' weird not too long after. People spooked to death in their own beds, screamin' in the streets for no reason, whispers in the woods at night. People started seein' this ghostly lady, cryin' with rage, all across the Temple Lands. Wasn't long 'fore they realized the ghost of the Empress had come back to get her revenge on all of us for bein' betrayed."
"That was hundreds of years ago!" One of the other farmers chimes in, but he looks around the dark all the same. "It can't still be her!"
Shrug goes the old farmer, still grinning. "Who says it can't? Ghost sure don't care about time, lad."]
So the ghost of the Empress is haunting the Temple lands and screwing everything up. [Frown, and a look in Syr's direction. Can you believe this crock?] Right.