All is black...

[ForeverGinger 148]

    Ja'Ketzawl sat alone in his room beneath the Temple of Metztli, the faint glow of candlelight sending shadows flickering through the room. The wizened Kha' glances over to the large star-chart set above the desk, before returning to his notes. A knock sounds at the door...

    Ketzawl's heart beats heavily in his chest as he opens the door, reveling the plump form of The Sage Mukar. Ketzawl gestures for the Sage to enter, his body shifting slightly to hide the contents of his desk. And so, things progress... Mayhaps a bit swifter than intended... Mukar enters the room, a large glass held in his hand. He offers it to Ketzawl. A drink, he says...

    Ketzawl takes the glass and raises it to his mouth. The acrid stench of poison rings through his nostrils. This is a shallow attempt on his life, ill-planned and ill-conceived. You would have me drink this, wouldn't you, Mukar? A faint smirk spreads across his face as he presses the glass to his lips and goes through the motions of drinking, all the while groping about for the dagger tucked hidden at his waist. This time you press your luck, Sage.

    Suddenly, quick as thought, Mukar's paw lashes out and bats at the glass, spilling the vile mixture down Ketzawl's throat and chest. The priest's eyes bulge as the concoction swiftly takes effect, liquid fire racing through his veins and into his heart. Ketzawl collapses to the ground, his legs failing him. Mukar brushes past him and leaves the room, baring the door securely behind him. His green eyes glimmer faintly as Ketzawl spasms about on the floor, watching to ensure he dies as slowly as is practical.

    How... How did he know...? Ketzawl's eyesight dims as he struggles towards his desk. His paw rests on a large bundle of rags, and he begins to tear weakly at them, uncovering a large orb of Lapis Lazuli, the azure surface broken by thick veins of gold that streak through it. Metztli, Muuna... HOW DID HE KNOW...?

    A small creak heralds Mukar as he re-enters the room. The fat priest leans over Ketzawl's slowly-fading form and gently rolls the Orb out of his reach. "The Orb! Thees orb ees drayneeg heem!" He calls out into the empty hallway. Then his eyes return to Ketzawl, eyes brimming with a wild glee, as he slips a long stone dagger out from its sheath. Ketzawl's eyes flick to Mukars face one last time, before the dagger falls, and all is black...

 

((Well lads, it look's like Ketzy finally kicked the bucket, along with any hopes of usurping Mukar. It's been fun hanging around with all you crazy jungle people and all your crazy jungle shenanigans! Now, I'm off to my next big (or small (hur hur, subtle hints)) adventure!))

Edited November 8, 2015 by ForeverGinger

[ForeverGinger 148]

Oh dear... Well, that happened to all my nice and neat lore! Tl;dr Ketzy died, was poisoned by Mukar. Love you all!

[Archbishop 1784]

Ju'Mukar tells no one. Ketzawls plans and false prophecies dies with him. 
((Was run rp'ing with you, even though Ketzawl was planning a coup! Also a reminder that only one other person knows about this so please no metagaming and have fun.))

 

[Angmarzku 1251]

Do return to us Ginger you were fun! Don't forget to come back...

[ForeverGinger 148]

Well, I think Ketzy's pretty dang dead...

 

 

 

((Or maybe Metztli will reincarnate me as a Halfling... Who knows!))

[Dadarkangel 36]

Really fun rp-ing with you and on the build server bye.

[Elad™ 560]

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