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The Death of a Scorpion


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The Scorpion Gets Stung.

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Another day, another moment of peace, thought young Victoriano. The Maresc of Petra, safe and sound. The heartlands had been at peace once more, thus he traveled to the one place where peace had shone; Adria.

 

From a young cutthroat taking advantage of an unstable system to a respected soldier of the Commonwealth, he had it all. Now, he wanted to enjoy the fruits of his labor finally. Thus, he decided to travel the safest and quickest route, straight through the new Adria.

 

The sun shone high over the bread basket of Almaris, the Vavasour riding quickly down the King’s Road. He had made it there with half a day’s ride, a new record for the natural rider. Swiftly, he booked a room at the local inn before deciding to sit by the fire for a while.

 

Then, the blade came to his neck. He froze, not knowing what to do as the cold steel pressed against his throat. “What, what do you want?” Though the figure was silent, only dragging him out to the forest around Velec. He would be shoved up against a tree, unarmed and unaware.

 

As the figure uttered some final words, the dagger plunged into his stomach. Then another slashed his stomach twice, leaving the Maresc bleeding out and staining the fertile soils of Upper Petra crimson as he moved on from the mortal plane. 

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“I wonder when the Vavasour will return from his trip…” Renilde pondered, unaware that her Maresc has been brutally murdered - and without reason - in the forests surrounding the once-revel territory. 

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