TO THE MURDERERS OF SIR CAPRIC REINHOLD

[Hom 1987]

 

 

 

I do not write this missive expecting any scrap of honour left in the parasitic shell of life you call a body. I instead write it to appeal to your bloodlust, your vile impulses, the suffering that sustains you. Many may read this, as I intend to spread it far and wide in the hopes of reaching you, but only a few will know the true subject of it. If you were one of the foul beasts who participated in the slaying of Sir Capric Reinhold of Anairgrid, I pen these next words directly to you.

 

I know you have killed my husband. I know you are either in possession of his body, or have disposed of it already. The rites of our family demand that he is laid to rest properly, and that his remains are not desecrated any further than they already have been by the likes of you. I will not deny him the honour he has earned and the peace which he deserves. I am aware too, that you will never release his body or the place of its burial freely.

 

And so I issue to you a challenge, which may entice only in that it promises you blood; Send to me the strongest and most capable of your order to face me in single combat. Armor and steel, no magic save for what may be already enscrolled upon your blades, no ambush or shadowed tricks. A single second may be brought to observe the duel is conducted with the honour you do not deserve. Should I claim victory, I will return to my family with my life and my husband’s body, or the location of his remains. Should you claim victory, my own life, blood, and body will be traded for his.

 

In either outcome, Capric Reinhold shall return home to be laid down amongst his forefathers. If you do not respond to this call within three Saint Days, know that I have other ways of locating you. Know that I am too a hunter. Know that when I find you, there shall be no thin shred of honour left within me either.

 

Fight like the man you are not, or be put down like the dog that you are.

 

 

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Spoiler

[FYI! I will PK if I lose this fight and I will not fight that outcome if it occurs :) hit me up]

 

[Destructokeith 1142]

A Raven circle's high above the Lavaridge.

A copy held in the taloned gauntlet of a rage filled Herald.

His burning eyes turn west, looking far away to his old home

"Bring unto them pain, bring unto them fire, give unto them Ruin"

Artair crushes the missive and it ignites in his hand

"Perhaps, du shall see der path ihr husband did"