The Black Obelisk

In the middle of hightown, on a cool overcast day, adorn with a copper cloak was a petite and curvaceous white hair half-elf, with her curly white staff. Crossed armed, her staff seemed to be standing on it's own vigil by her side, as they stood a good safe distance from a black obelisk residing just short of cabin six. She glared at it, the infuriating dark pillar that flickered and thundered with energy. Everything in her body was telling her to smite that thing with everything she had. She fumed and narrowed her eyes at it,... As of late, she's been feeling much more angrier and it took alot to hold it down lately. But this black column, this soul-sucking protrusion, this plundering shaft taking shards! Fornicating their town with darkness was going to receive her holy fire of smite until it cries mercy! But she was holding back.... Crossed arms she waited, she sent notes about town on the few who, for all the sanity in the world, decided to touch this.... nauseating thing! Which she heard was Trixie, Zeerah and three others...? Because if no one clarifies it's purpose aside from draining their souls, she swears upon their eldest of light, that this obelisk will receive over 1000 flying flaming stars until it burst in to flames! (Stealing MORE shards, in my town?! NO WAY. ) she angrily thought... "Not if I can help it! " she grumbled, her staff beside her stumped the ground with's one foot a few times in agreement. The priestess also took the obelisk as some kind of challenge to her own shrine near by, but perhaps she should try not to take it that way. It may not be related. Although she did spot people, strangers, walking rudely around the Inilian Shrine snorting something about 'As if Shothar don't do the same thing!' She wondered if it was related? But she had to be sure this obelisk isn't -keeping- shards inside it or cause more harm if attacked. Should she or others try to destroy it, it may cause more harm than good? They had to be smart about this .. As such, she waited. For answers. The little priestess rubbed her face and prayed for some soon, before many others loose shards. Meanwhile, perhaps some research on her own about the Leylines can be done. She's had history with them before....but she may have to reach out to someone for more guidance. Closing her eyes, she stumped her staff several times, to ring it's chimes. (Relax,...relax,...please relax.) her priestly inner voice tried to insist... (I can barely relax! People are dying! Shards are disappearing like rain on a hot day! ) another side of her inner soul spoke loudly countering it. The last fight with the undead haunted her, she has woken up in sleep several times yelping, and gripping her staff close. "My eldest,....I am but a tiny small priestess, perhaps joo never hear me? Perhaps I am not worthy of it? But please....please be vith us. " she exhaled, as her anger dissipates. Hanging her head, her mood finally submits to something between concern and something that is barely around in these trying times.... Hope.