Drowning In Wealth

[Swgrclan 2682]

 

The sky is black, blanketed by night; snowflakes drift from the star-dotted skies, piling onto the southern, icy lands of the Dwarves and their marvelous structures. The air is cold, gripping and it's chill bites at those of warm-blood, clad in furs or not. The land is not the only thing that had chilled.

As cold as the rotting corpses strung up in the North, a lone Dwarf lies upon a blood-soaked archway, connected to the path that leads into Kal'Azgoth.



Curdling red ichor seeps into the cracks of the fine bricked stonework, giving the air's cold bite a harsh sting, that of the metallic scent of blood. Upon closer inspection, the Dwarf appeared to be mauled; what appears to be a rough chunk of bright-grey metal, most-likely iron, had been shoved into a deep chest-wound and on top of that, golden coins seem to spill out of the maw of the poor, short-statured being; as if he was forced to choke upon the coinage, his neck expanded from so much shoved into his mouth.



It was as if greed had killed this Dwarf.

Upon his forehead, should those examine the body thoroughly, is an eye drawn with the man's own blood; like the several other victims, the dark sigil had been printed upon him as if to relay a message of dark intentions.



Clasped within the Dwarves' clammy, cold grasp is a linen scrap with a single line of dark crimson ink printed upon it. It reads the following:

"'Gold!' wants the greedy one, one of short-statured men,"

Three. Three murders thus far with these cryptic messages - to those who had pieced the intention of these murders together, they would know the offenders are not quite done yet; this Dwarf will not be the last of the victims.

Here lies Borius Starbreaker, "killed" by his own curse.

[Hiebe 2493]

Who?

[Swgrclan 2682]

Who?

[[ 

Find it out in RP, m8y.]]

[Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891]

Who?

 

[[ Protip: want to scare someone, etc... kill someone well known, not a nobody. ]]

[Hiebe 2493]

Hiebe thinks to himself seeing the gold. His curse isn't so active with greed for power is fulfilled with his magic powers. He moves the body out of his way with a little water probe and walks on

[Swgrclan 2682]

[[ Protip: want to scare someone, etc... kill someone well known, not a nobody. ]]

[[ It's a Dwarf that's apart of a clan, and if I'm not mistaken, Dwarves take clans and their members seriously - now, is it really realistic to just not care about a murder that especially slanders two important subjects to the Dwarves? I don't think so.

It's disappointing people won't utilize situations that offer roleplay when effort is put into the idea. ]]

[Rig 17581]

Hums as he walks towards the dwarven capitol, and then halts, he inspects the corpse and then pales. "They've gotten to even more people?" He begins to run, carrying his staff, leaving the corpse behind.

[lιoɴ 248]

Wulfric shivers at the sight of Borius's body, ordering some legionnaires to clean up the mess.

[Tethras 278]

Farren eyes widen as he approaches the scene. Clenching his fist, he approaches the corpse. Snarling at the nearby legionnaires to move away as the approaches the body of his kinsman. His face a mask of grief, lifting the corpse. The dwarf proceeds to carry the corpse towards Kal'Azgoth, murmuring. 

 

"T'ose 'wu 'ave 'armed ah son ov Gotrek shall feel 'tu wrath ov 'tu rest ov 'is sons. Ah shall tear t'is individual w'u 'as attacked me kinsmen limb from limb. Offering 'is remains outside 'tu shrine ov tu gods 'an t'at ov meh ancestor after 'e is destroyed. W'oever 'as done t'is 'as declared war un 'tu Starbreakers. An as such t'ey shall feel our wrath."

 

Shaking his head, the dwarf carries the body into Kal'Azgoth in silence. Merely laying the dwarf into a stone tomb, before turning leaving the crypt. Preparing for his vengeance. 

 

((Quick post, sorry I'll edit the mistakes out later. At any rate, going to start hunting you guys down.))

[Mucky 443]

Olaf steals all the gold and walks away.

 

((/Money pay MuckyD121 5000))

[Charles_Grimlie 1072]

*The Grand Marshall recieves a report of the corpse and it's marking, in turn he sends his findings in dwarvish script to the clan's leader and owner of the corpse.*

"Tuh, Farren Starbreaker

The corpse bears the mark of Khorvad an' supports the ol' curse in place of him, do not be concerned about the murderer as the likeliness of him being any threat is minor after the extermination of the Khorvad cult. It is suggested that the inquisition is to take care of the matter due to it's heretical nature.

Best wishes in the endeavor, Paragon Kjell Stormhammer"

[Mucky 443]

*The Grand Marshall recieves a report of the corpse and it's marking, in turn he sends his findings in dwarvish script to the clan's leader and owner of the corpse.*

"Tuh, Farren Starbreaker

The corpse bears the mark of Khorvad an' supports the ol' curse in place of him, do not be concerned about the murderer as the likeliness of him being any threat is minor after the extermination of the Khorvad cult. It is suggested that the inquisition is to take care of the matter due to it's heretical nature.

Best wishes in the endeavor, Paragon Kjell Stormhammer"

 

Ug brudder

[Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891]

[[ It's a Dwarf that's apart of a clan, and if I'm not mistaken, Dwarves take clans and their members seriously - now, is it really realistic to just not care about a murder that especially slanders two important subjects to the Dwarves? I don't think so.

It's disappointing people won't utilize situations that offer roleplay when effort is put into the idea. ]]

 

[[ Well maybe if murders didn't occur every five minutes.... for God's sake, I see more murders then I see people baking loaves of bread. ]]

[Mucky 443]

[[ Well maybe if murders didn't occur every five minutes.... for God's sake, I see more murders then I see people baking loaves of bread. ]]

 

Meanwhile in the Stormhammer Palace, Olaf leaves the kitchen holding some freshly baked loaves of bread, offering it to all around.

[Aengoth 2890]

The torch lights in the Starbreaker Clan Hall are dimmed for a time, those inside mourning the death of one of there own. Amongst them sits Aengoth with one of his battleaxe's across his lap, his whetstone dragging across it for a few moments before his grim mood takes a darker turn. His begins to blunt and notch the weapon, some of his clans folk giving him odd looks before he simply states.

"Blunt tah weapons, make it 'urt more w'en ye rip em f'rough em bastards who did f'is. No son ove Gotrek will let f'is pass idle. I damnwell 'ope f'is weapon catchs on e'ereh bit ove flesh and rends it free makin' a mess ove em bastards."

Some of those would follow Aengoth's example, others would not. Yet the message was made clear, no mercy towards those who murder the children of Gotrek.