Avaritia; A Merchant's Death

[DrakeHaze. 2524]

Avaritia; A Merchant’s Death


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IdneKLhsWOQ


With the recent civil distrust between the Stauntons and the Imperials of Felsen spurred on by the Gloop Merchant was the catalyst for this Merchant’s final Act. An old 1st Regiment member known only as “Snickers”, loyal to Vydra and friend of the Vladovs has just gotten off the carriage from Courland. Before entering Felsen the man donned in a black bandana wanders off towards the nearby farms, taking a few taters and the like merely for survival. He places them deeply into his pack when the sound of arrows whiz by. Snickers drops to the earthy floor, looking around to his surroundings. A Dunamis ambush is whisked out of the forest and charges at the Orenians running back towards the gates. Unfortunately for those brave men who turn to fight they are outmatched, being encircled by the powerful Dunamis warhorses and shot full of arrows. The city gates shut and the Orenian archers begin their fight against the Dunamis warband, exchanging fire and injury civilians running through the path. A fat man atop the city gates aims his exquisite crossbow down upon the Dunamis mercenaries below and lets loose a bolt. By the grace of God this bolt hits true, embedding itself deep into one of the Mercs shoulders. Dunamis, approving of their tactic turn back for the day, taking with them the spoils of war.

Snickers shakes his head in disgust by the lack of coordination seen during the skirmish, as if mere babes manned these grand 50ft walls. Slowly the gates to the city open, allowing Snickers entry. The city being greatly under construction is not as welcoming as it once was, alas the man with the black bandana had a task to accomplish to ensure stability among the vassals of Oren. He approaches the large, wealthy merchant known as Thomas Gloop. Matching the description given to him by the barmaiden he taps his fingers along the hilt of his rapier before stopping in his tracks. The Merchant is hard at work, pushing a few cut stones next to a bench so that it can be further worked on is approached by an iron-clad individual. “Relinquish your weapons and goods, you are under arrest.” are the words barked by this individual. Snickers furrows his brow in annoyance as if the figure would be out to ruin his plans. There was no time, action had to be taken. Snickers bound forward, rapier in hand “Disgusting!” he grunts out, encroaching upon Thomas’ flanks. “******* bandit scum, you call yourself the law?” he grunts, stating towards the iron-clad man. Snickers’ plan being to twist his words to appear to Thomas Gloop as an ally. With the slight flick of the wrist, a single step forward and a well aimed thrust the aged Snickers sends forth his rapier into the back of Thomas Gloop’s throat, puncturing straight through his throat. Blood seeps out of the wound, the merchant unable to speak as his life is whisked away by a simple mistake made in life. The rapier is pulled out from Thomas, blood splurting upon the iron-clad man who simply stands at ease, not causing a commotion or showing signs of aggression. “A fat rat like you deserves this justice, prick.” whispers Snickers, grimacing underneath his bandana and kicking the corpse of the Merchant; Thomas Gloop. “The Stauntons..” the assassin mutters to himself as he looks up, the guardforce nowhere to be seen. Snickers mutters a silent prayer, washing off his rapier in the pond by the corpse before making his escape from the city.

 

[Rig 17581]

The Lord of Torment considers returning to the Staunton lands to wreak havoc at the news of this, before shaking his head. "They are not worth the time." The man muttered to himself. 

[Narthok 10416]

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*Arthur Amador the Second squints his eyes at a piece of parchment, he'd sigh muttering something about lack of proper education before sitting down on a rather rugged seat, a young boy appearing no older then fifteen with three arrows sticking from all over his back.*

 

"G-L-O-O-P. .  I-S. . . D-E-A-D. . . The fat one is dead?"

 

*Arthur grunts, standing as he'd toss the parchment aside on the corpse he just sat on holding out his right hand, a torch passed to him by a mounted Dunamis mercenary as he merely lobs the torch onto the dead boy. The corpse along with the letter would slowly light a flame with a plummet of smoke as Arthur mounts his horse, beginning to trot off.*

 

Edited November 2, 2015 by The Combatant

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

"Gloop was a cool cat. I wish he had nine lives." Nafis says upon hearing the news.

[Vege 4804]

"Cheers, big ears."  Percival states.

Edited November 2, 2015 by Vege

[perses 158]

Thorburn hears the news and sighs deeply. "I always wondered when one would take that merchant down." he mutters, then goes back to guarding his Lord, his mood slightly better. 

[Elad™ 560]

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