A Silent Massacre

[Lvke 1000]

 

 

Around the Standing Inn lingers a vile smell, that of blood and sweat turning stale, of flies laying their eggs, all set to the orchestra of the crows and carrion birds.

 

News travels through the visitors that pass, telling of the bodies laid sprawled within, no killer, or killers, in sight. A crime executed perfectly, with none to tell the tale of how it was achieved. Amidst the macabre painting of gore and butchery upon the walls and ground, there lay the bodies of those killed without warning, bar one who can be found besides the remnants of a shattered bow, skull eviscerated and lungs poked full of holes.

 

As the travellers pass, none come to clean the mess, bar the carrion that fly away with strips of the tale held in their cruel beaks.

[ThumperJack 927]

Ierven shakes his head at the massacre "Not again..

[Lima 774]

Lori gets out a mop and cleans it up, Glothir his golem does all the work though.

Advertisements are left about the place.

"Bleach! Its all I drink!" - Vorstag Ireheart.

[Altiak 1648]

[Huh 91]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.