[PK] The Rabbit's Last Gasp

[LordCrowe 173]

His name, although many forget it, was Josef Hartjensteyer

 

He had been a chandler, a maker of candles and torches, by trade. By fate however Josef was forced to become much more, he had fought in the Third Atlas Coalition war when he was but a boy, lighting the fuses of dwarven cannons. He went on to dabble in everything from blacksmithing to carpentry, adventuring to homesteading, even astronomy.

 

But alas Josef was a gullible one

 

He was a short lived informant for a budding bandit guild, he had joined the Cheloveks under the codename “Rabbit”, a band of murderous revolutionaries whose cause was tainted by atrocity after atrocity. And while seeking redemption for his heinous war crimes during his time wearing the burning cog of the Chelovek union he joined a cult of all things while pushing 50 years old.

 

It would be that last one that would end him.

 

Desperate for redemption he took a mission doomed to failure, and unlike his new comrades followed it to its suicidal conclusion, he held off 7 others in single combat for several minutes, alone, and came so close to finishing the mission, although he failed, even pushing 50 Josef proved himself formidable beyond doubt.

 

Now his body lay on the cobblestones of Helena

 

He had learned a trade, fought in a total of 3 different wars, treated with nobility, kidnapped an Orenian lord, earned a codename, spied on an estate, betrayed a revolution, lost a hand, invented his own prosthetic, joined a cult, and died at the ripe old age of 54 in battle.

 

Josef was a good man gullible enough to be led to bad things, and now?

 

He was food for the rats

[SerFinnick 445]

“With his life he atones. Ave Josef, a man liberated of his sin.” Says a passing man. 

[Nozgoth 3083]

The words “victory or death” rang in ‘The Defiler’s’ mind.

[RoamingRonin 635]

The pain of losing a friendship on the rise rung true this day, as Musashi watched the Helena military clean the body from the streets. 

 

Unable to be there and witness the event was something that cut deep. The sting of regret, knowing that he had not been there to at least offer help. 

 

Truly, a terrible day for everyone. Once more, a redemption story is cut unbelievably short by the sword of fate. 

 

 

[Dragonsbane 0]

“Mortis” shook his head, thinking to himself “There is no redemption in life for the sin of betrayal. Rest in peace brother”

[Yaldabaoth 746]

A casqued figure stands over the man’s lifeless form, wiping the ichor from it’s blade