A Dark Demise [PK]

[ULTRAMIDI 265]

 

Within the duchy of Stran, a man sits down, his body covered in leather clothing made of elven skin, covered in blood stains. Taking off his bone mask he takes a final look at the house of Volkov “Farewell, my family” he speaks, before returning to the lake he spent so many dark nights at. He draws a dagger from his cloak, covering it in salt, stepping into the lake. With the dagger in his hands, he takes a last sigh, and jabs it in his heart, his blood cooking from the salt, before silence fills the night once more.