Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27876276-20180710003156/@comment-26127871-20180715021513

"With pleasure, my master." She said, flashing a triumphant smirk at Octoroo. She began a beautiful song, strumming each chord with a wicked glee. "This song has a legend associated with it. The Tale of Three Lovers. Once, a man and woman were to be wed. They were rich, and beautiful. Their life, you could say, was perfect." She let out a scornful laugh.

"The eve before the wedding, the woman's best friend approached the groom to be. Like the tempting sirens of lore, she seduced him, entrancing him within her thrall." She giggled, this was her favorite part.

"When the bride caught them within the throes of passionate ecstasy, she was heartbroken. In her grief, she summoned a Nighlok warrior to kill her disloyal groom and trecherous friend. They say the scene where they were murdered still drips with their blood. The wife was then killed by the Nighlok, her soul taken as payment, along with her friend, and groom. You supposedly can still hear their screams if you go to the site."