Lord Steward's Death

[Samson Option 9652]

 

"Oi'll not let a witch nibble at meh' innards or m'junk," Dzralen Stoutchasm exclaimed as he hoisted his belt to contain his engorged stomach filled with ale and meal. The tavern looked alive with entertainment or suspicion as he and two men handled tankards of ale with the tavern-keep absent. His recent travels brought him to learn about a recent spat between de Sola and Vladov over a certain man's use of a renowned witch coven. The Lord Steward, in the absence and demotion of a Grand Merchant for the Kingdom of Urguan, took it upon himself to confirm Finian Goldhand's assertion that trade could not be found in Vailor. He found the assertion to be untrue and the tavern proved to him that he had good health walking through the streets of Felsen.

 

However, the tavern with all its noise and banter drove Dzralen drunkenly away under the twilight stars. Felsen was a safe haven, but his stumbling steps led him astray from sanctuary. Upon the seashore where the lunar crescent formed an opening and closing hand with each wave spashed ashore, he fell upon a broad stone. The reflective moon ushered his attention away from a dark silhouette creeping upon his restive form. The person fell upon him with a suddenness that a drunken state of mind couldn't repel.

 

The man brought a sinewy rope around the Lord Steward's neck and reeled it backwards like a fishing line drawn taut. The dwarf reached for his throat in panic, then slid his short arms along the rope. His fingers drew up close to the man's face but failed to reach him. The wrestling match lasted only two minutes and the Steward drew his last breath half-muffled in the moon-lured tide. The body proved heavy to handle, but light of coin and goods. The man slinked away after he inspected the dwarf's person methodically and dedicated the body to carrion bird and gull.

[Samson Option 9652]

((I am PKing my Lord Steward, out of good faith, I will not expose who actually killed me in-game. All I have to say is, I did not see this sort of assassination coming.))

[Bobby123 115]

Sharr grumbles when he hears about the death "Damn fool, knew 'eh 'ould get em self killed, shame, he still owed meh iron"

[Algoda 885]

"'E wus suh yung..."

[ThumperJack 927]

Demagol blinks at this, rubbing his stump "Bloodeh netheh...t'e poor lad."

[JVQ 1719]

Ulskor hears the news, saddened and broken he ponders on what to do next...

[Sentis 39]

Sentis is appalled when he hears the news, spending the next hour brewing ale and pondering how it will affect trade. 

[Crazy_Dinosaur 0]

Dunham returns from his journeys scouting out the lands only to find news of his cousin's death, he fell on the floor and balled his metallic hand up into a fist, his fingers clenching each other. Dunham would find who's done this, or die trying; he decided after a long night of booze.

[Pinochet 356]

The Warchief Nagg'Raguk huffs. "Rezt ehn peecez."

[Publius 4098]

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