[PK] Just Another Civilian
The day began as a good one. Ak’ar rose early and had a mug of ale at the tavern, as any good dwarf should. Then he had a couple more, as any good dwarf should.
He swung his pickaxe in the mines, attended a meeting, surveyed his notes, and then- on nothing but a whim- he decided to go to the Imperial Protectorate of Caurost.
Little did he know how fatal of a mistake it was.
A passing Kurai Kuni Marine let him hitch a ride, and before long, the orc’s mighty steed had brought both to the elvish princedom. To the squadron of imperial knights that waited in the town square.
The knights were demanding four volunteers from the city's elves to come with them.
“Will it result in the death of these volunteers?” an elf asked.
The chief of the Protectors of Caurosts' response was but two words. An order to his men: “Seize them.”
The true test of character is not what one does when they have nothing to lose. A rich man may give a crust of bread to a beggar, and hunger naught for it. A mighty lord may give a hut to a peasant, and care not, for they will still sleep in a castle come the night. A group of knight in shining armor may defend a noble lady from a lone brigand, and suffer no wounds in her defense.
No, dear reader. The true test of goodness is not what you do when you have everything but what you do when you have nothing. When you are a dwarf with no weapons, in commoners clothes, staring down a squadron of imperial knights, wielding weapons of carberrum and boomsteel.
Ak’ar did not pass this test. As the knights surged forward, he stayed silent. Unfortunately for him, he was not the only dwarf in the square. Two others had joined him, one his kinsmen.
And that dwarf had a heart of gold.
“Now now lads, nae need tae get dramatic ere.” the other Jewelbeard spoke.
“Sir Redgar,” their leader proclaimed, “Kill that dwarf.”
Ak’ar finally intervened. He reminded the leader of the friendship between their peoples, the fine people he had met in the Orenian capital. He apologized for any offence caused. Some of the knights protested their orders, but when the time came, they still followed them.
“WHY DO THESE DWARVES STILL BREATHE!” - “SLAY THEM ALL!” their commander roared. And Ak’ar, bearing no weapon and wearing naught but cloth, was cut in two by the knight's axe.
“Yeh cannae fight teh whole world, imperial. Yeh cannae kill teh whole world, nae matter how hard yeh try” what was left of Ak’ar sputtered.
“The Empire will reign eternal. Die knowing you meant nothing in its ascension.”
“T-ats wot evereh empire sa--”
The knight’s axe claimed the final word.