[center][h1][color=Goldenrod]Priest Azerus[/color][/h1][hr][color=gray]Location:[/color] [i]Forgotten mine, Shezze. (Heading to the church)[/i][/center][center][color=gray]Interacting with:[/color] [i]Mentioned [Dead witches][/i][hr][h2]***[/h2][/center]



...[b][h2]'CRACK!'[/h2][/b] 
[indent][b]'Thud'[/b][/indent]
And just like that, in one foul swift and violent motion righteous justice was delivered. 
A thin frail frame falls to the floor.

All the frantic running and hiding, all the desperate fearful attempts at bargaining and trade.
The empty excuses. 
The desperate pleas and sobbing tears, all of it and none of it could alter the fate so long ago set out for the sinful heathen. 
Her destiny decided the day she chose to wander off the path of light and and step into the mysterious world of selfish darkness and corruptive magics. It was only a matter of time until her blessings caught up with her. Even in the eternal darkness of Shezze's deep tunnels and forgotten mines she could not escape her fate or the wrath of the church.

Her exact crimes were beyond Azerus's concern and remained that way even as he looked over her limp lifeless body. Her pale, surprised, tear stricken face contorted on her broken neck unnaturally peering back over her shoulder to face her attacker.
Azerus was not proud of his work but took solitude in knowing that he was doing what needed to be done. 
[indent]For the greater good.[/indent]
An icy chill ran ran up his now exposed bare chest, only moments ago shielded by the warmth of the witches body. The icy breeze only further justifying his actions and acting as a reminder of the desolation laid upon the very balance of nature by the corruptive and defiling touch of her self serving manipulative ways. 

Some things were just meant to be left to be. Why will they not understand that. When will the selfish greed for ones own desires and curiosities be put to second place of the needs of the whole.

Azerus knew too, his own blessings were slowly coming to an end. A sickness had been stirring within him and his time was now limited. This learning only caused him to work harder. He had travelled to the dirtiest and furtherest out reaches and wallowed amongst the depravity of non-believers all so that in his final moments he may make as much of an impact on the surviving world as was possible.  

So far away from the great holy sun stone, he had since lost count of how many blessing of light may have passed since his departure. At first he was sure his body would remember and hold the holy balanced pattern of sleep and action but without signs to guide him he knew this began to falter.
The weight of his eyes told him multiple blessings had passed since he had last rested his body. Now was not yet the time to give way to such desires. His legs still functioned and while he remained in service to the church, Azerus would push on not resting until the job was done.

Surveying the makeshift hut where the witch planned to see out her time until Azerus's passing, he noticed a wealthy supply of stock and rations. However non of it served her any good since she greatly underestimated him. Of her possessions he buried or broke what he could, only salvaging few dedicated items of interest for the church to be later put to greater use at their discretion.
Hauling the witches body from the ground and over his shoulders, he begins the arduous journey back to town under the additional weight of the new soon to be effigy of evil. Azerus knew undoubtably there would be an announcement and public display shortly after his return.