A Second Head Delivered

[The Black Scourge 11]

The world seemed silent, as if Anthos held it's breath. The robbed figure made it's way up to Malinor, heaving a large bag. If anyone would have seen this figure on the road, they would surely have seen the red liquid dripping from the bag, continuously, endlessly. Drip, drop, drip, drop. As the gates of the famed Elven city came into view, the Masked being crept alongside it's outskirts, watching travelers come and go. The dark servant twisted it's head, grinning as he observed a Prince and an orphan make a deal. He dropped down after it's conclusion, driving a spike into the soft grass. He cared not if anyone saw him, removing the dark object from his bag. He placed the head on the wooden spike, twisting it around to ensure a snug fit. As the people of Malinor convene on the spot, they gasp in terror and awe at the sight of the head. Those who knew Bircalin would recognize the head, a pumpkin carved across his temple. The bottom part of his neck seems to have been brutally sawed off, and an eye is missing. Next to the gruesome display, a note written in blood is held down by a yellow flower. It reads:

"We vowed, you ignored"

[Paleo 298]

No..... That that.....

This is not done......

I now take it personally

[Bircalin 332]

Bircalin strolls into the city, clearing his throat as he sees the all-too-familiar head of his own body impaled on the pike of sorts. Deep in his chest, a knot forms, twisting unnaturally at the sight before he hurriedly lifts his shaking hands to the head.
With a hefty grunt, he yanks it from its bloody perch, observing the missing eye with disdain.

"Malin, damn it... What kind of illusion is it this time..." He mutters with a suppressed gagging in his throat.

Hastily, he makes his way to a secluded part of Malinor's mountain range, resting the head down upon a bed of dry grass earlier prepared.
Taking to lighting the patch arduously, he tosses the uncomfortably-realistic gore into the greedy embers. This was a sickening act...

How did it happen...?

((tldr))
 

*removes and destroys the head.

[Galendar 631]

"LEAVE IT TO ******* MALINOR TO LET THEIR PEOPLE BE MURDERED!"

[Fid 566]

Gavin rubs his chin thoughtfully, almost as if regarding a tea-party rather than a gruesome scene. With a gentle sigh, he adjusts his sleeves and starts the long walk back to the High Council chambers. 

 

"Ignored... ha, if only."

[Baconthief 682]

Khel takes said head from the spike and allows it to sit in his den, among the other severed heads, skulls, and trophies. 

 

((I has the mc item))

[ToenailTickler 290]

*Puts Khel's Head next to it comparing them*

"Ilharn will probably never win a beauty contest... Ever..."

[Moot 1719]

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