Farlal Oakendale's very secret private journal

Farlal Oakendale, the husband of Krimie's sister, Kirwaen, scribes in miniscule lettering on the femur bone of a Bosmer

Mordos 20

What defines art? A painting? a sculpture? A piece of music? A body bleeding out on the street?

I do not think anyone can define what art is. It is a subjective matter entirely. Though, among whom have been considered the greatest of artists, have been two constants. They either define their genre or transcend it. I like to consider myself part of the latter camp. And with that in mind, I believe I have created my greatest work of art.

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To be Continued

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Farlal and Kirwaen Oakendale....a loving couple?

Farlal Oakendale stands in front of the Jail Cell, speaking to his incarcerated wife, Kirwaen.

"Innocent until proven guilty? No no no no...There is no such thing as innocence. They have already judged you buttercup and found you guilty. But, I do thank you for playing your part in my theater. They do blame you....don't they? I meddled in your mind so perfectly. I danced along your skin and painted them a masterpiece."

He began to giggle "And now for the final scene...they will remember your performance buttercup. "

Oddly cocking his head Farlal smirked "Though...it is a shame you will never benefit the reward."

Farlal takes his dagger and impales it in Kirwaen's side. She falls to the ground. Holding Kirwaen down, Farlal begins carving in to her thigh as she screams for her life