Vorfinia

The Catacombs and those who roam them

I have not ever had much luck in the catacombs. Once Jeremiah Darkshadow appeared from some dark corner and I hate to admit it but, I panicked alone in the dark. His dagger buried deep in my shoulder, cutting through tendons and muscles. At the same time the scrapings of the Merchant of Misery, otherwise known as Morphius could also be heard. At the time I was lucky enough to have a guardian angel or actually a guardian gargoyle, called the Oracle. He got there moments after the dagger buried deep and took me off to the cavern to heal, which took weeks to fully heal.

Much later after this last, I was captured in the castle and taken to the lair of the catacomb slinker himself.
I fought every inch of the way, but he is a terrible sight close up. And his nibbles are not mere love bites. I came close to death that night, if it had not been for Shylock and Reign I probably would have.
The Merchants table manners are quite atrocious. Though he is a voracious eater and does not waste time with nibbling. I would heartily decline any offer to join him for dinner again, lest Proteus was about. He had come to see me after the attack and mentioned the Merchant as quite a tasty "snacker on a cracker" to be enjoyed.
If it did not hurt to laugh then, I would have. But, as it was, one breast was ravaged, the flesh over ribs torn on one side, and part of my stomach eaten. Bite marks had varied but the major damage was to my side and abdomen. After he was done with an elven appetizer, he tossed me back out in the catacombs. I don't know how Shylock found me but she did. And Reign came as well and they took me to tobar. Where Shylock tried to heal me. And Reign burnt his hands and arms, searing my wounds shut. I didn't move out of the cavern for over two monthes and even then with gentle steps when I did.
It sends a shiver through me yet when I hear scraping beneath the floor. And my knees go weak at the thought of him roaming yet.