A Twitch, A Groan, And A Dog's Growl

[Eleatic 1033]

As the sun sets upon Oren, a tall dark elf enters from the gates, his eyebrow perking toward the two men fighting, he asks them while they do, oblvious to it;

"Do any of 'ye know where Malinor is?"

They respond with something akin to, "Fawk off Darkie." He stares at them, grumbling lightly, asking another group; He gets the same treatment. He looks to them, muttering under his breath with an angry scowl.. 'Dogs.." They stare at him, both stopping for a moment, the royal constrict grabs Drelas, putting his head to the floor, telling him lightly.

"Bend down, Darkie."

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He fights back, trying to step up, only barely doing so..The two men.. The princes of Oren both with sharp axes in hand, Drelas looks to them exuberantly, anger and fear in his eyes.. trying to get away.. The prince blocking his path with a sword, he looks to them both. Saying in comedic tone, "Do you fancy me, 'Valah?" They both look to eachother, an axe is thrown, a moan is heard. He twitches, falling to the ground. A rank smell is smelled.. He is alive, though bleeding out. The men step over him, looking to one another "Finish him off?" The other man says nothing, the man near saying justly "Close enough."

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He loads a crossbow right behind Drela''s back, shooting a bolt straight into his neck..It goes into his skin, though only a flesh wound, it knocks him unconscious, he screams and moans for one long moment.. The dog's growl is heard, he chuckles. Drelas drools and makes some gas.. He's Near-Dead, just a few more moments and he'll be done.... A twitch, a moan, and a dog's growl. Though, what they would not grasp was the death was just, Drelas in wherever he was could chuckle at that, in the least.. The end of drelas was far from painless, his body was soon after taken by the monks. Taken to see if anything could be done..

[Bircalin 332]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.