A Corpse in the Streets

[Bawd 222]

Laying in the streets of Sanctum, a brown-haired Elven corpse is on its face, its legs twisted at horrible angles. There are fragments of broken glass surrounding the corpse, the label of an ale bottle laying beside Reman's body.

The previous night . . .

Reman, bored, and depressed for reasons unbeknownst to all but himself, took a bottle of ale in his hand. He drank, and he drank, and he drank. He began to think about his life, the troubles, the good times, the bad times, and the times he felt like he did now. Thinking about this, he walked outside, and climbed the nearest tree. Now, being ridiculously drunk, you just can't expect there to be no accident. He fell, swiftly, ale still in hand.

[Destroyer_Bravo 1054]

(( Reman be dead?!

:D))