A Knife In The Dark

[Knox213 10]

 

 

Albrecht Mournstone walked around the quiet streets of Nordengrad as he had usually done in his drunken state, looking up to the crescent moon, admiring the stars momentarily in astonishment he’d hear a familiar voice, his leather clad boots pressed against the ground, the crunching sound of them pressing against the thick mud on the floor as he’d stride through the street, stumbling slightly as he had walked. Upon hearing the whispers of his name he walked briskly through the dirt, following the sound. “Albrecht… Mister Albrecht” the voice had whispered, as he had approached he muffled out the words in a slur “Wha’ on eart’ are you doin’ out at this toime T-” the muffled sound drew to a close as the sound of a thrust filled the radius he had stood in, slowly but surely he glanced down, glancing towards his tunic, the purple colour of Mournstone quickly turning to that of crimson red. Eyes widening he’d grasp hold of the area, in shock and awe. The crimson red liquid oozing from his body slowly overcoming his gloves, dripping quickly to the floor. Stumbling upon the Ashwood tree’s alter, knocking over various offerings which had been presented before it. His eyesight had began to blur as he’d stumble forward, face turning pale before approaching his clan hall, he’d hear a familiar voice, his eyesight blurring as he had tried to recognize the voice that had hollered his name.

 

”Albrecht! Albrecht” the voice cried out, Kenswey had never seen his future brother in law to be in such a state, whether it had been the abusive consumption of alcohol, which was usually the case was unbeknown to Kenswey, until finally he had felt a thump against his shoulder, Albrecht’s chin resting upon his shoulder. “Kenswey… my boy… I-I do-don’t feel so good.” Albrecht would stutter in panic and confusion, grasping to Kenswey’s tunic with his left hand, his right still pressed tightly against his wound. 

Kenswey looked down upon his friend, grasping Albrechts left arm, throwing it over his shoulder guiding him into his clan hall… Thinking, wondering… Had his dear friend annoyed another gambler? Did he sleep with the wrong mans wife? Were the bounty hunters seeking their reward finally claim their bounty? All would be revealed in good time.
 

[LatzMomo 2088]

Oracle thinks about his knife in the dark with her tree.