The Decimated Dwarf

[CTHopper 139]

[!] The streets of Fenn share dark secrets during the night....

 

The tavern dimmed its light while the last customers walked back to their houses, 

 Wenches were sent home early while the owner closed the doors for tonight.

One of the dwarves that had been drinking all night waddled on his own through the dark and cold void of the streets, he disappeared into an alley while loudly singing the chanties of great dwarven heroes before morphing his drunken lullaby into

a shriek of terror.

 

The following morning people gathered at a horrific sight.

remains of a mutilated body were scattered across the ominous alleyway 

and struck fear within the hearts of the people of Fenn.

 

A guard from the Ivae’Fenn mutters towards his colleague.

“This is the third one this month... why won’t the council do anything about it?”

“Calm yourself, I am sure they’ll fix this… I think…”

“Hah… sure… when one of their own dies you mean…”

 

However, while the guards were bickering someone managed to slip past them.

The hooded figure kneeled down at the crime scene and whispered to himself, slightly creeping out the citizens that did notice him.

 

After this horrible ecperience all people of Fenn recieved a letter from Master Hunter Oakenarrow, the letter was sealed with a wax stamp and very carefully written.

 

 

“Dear citizens of Fenn,

 

We have heard the news about the disappearances that have happened as of late and wish to say that we are certainly not turning a blind eye to it.

The people of Fenn shouldn’t have to live in fear and that’s why the council has decided to hold a meeting at the tavern in three days

to discuss the matter with all of you. all those that are able to join us are free to

enter the investigation and help us find the ones responsible.

 

May Wyvrun guide you.”

 

Signed by

Aeriolaneth Al-Rami Oakenarrow, 

Slayer of the undead hordes

Bane of Khurmt

Elder of the Oakenarrow bloodline

Grand Advisor of Fenn

 

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Aroiia Elena Drakon would read the missive and would bite her lower lip in disappointment that the rumors that had spread amongst the ivae’fenn had in fact been true. The Grand Marshal would sigh before grabbing a new piece of parchment as well as her quill, and would begin to devise a plan in order to put this mystery to rest.