Post by StabbingNirvana on May 5, 2018 18:48:27 GMT -5
And not even thirty minutes passes since his release when Slate runs to the Red Ravens ...
"Pett! He tried to kill me! Who?! .... Mystogan! Who else?! That damned necromancer! He told me he would make me a monster just like him! When I told him no way, he tried to kill me by some sort of necromantic fire magic! Though I was too much living man to succumb to his powerful necromantic magics once more! He fled when he saw I still lived and the sun was rising which would weaken him tenfold."
The Mustachioed One would still be smoking from the attack. His mustache remained untouched.
Post by StabbingNirvana on May 13, 2018 12:40:45 GMT -5
Slate, the one and only legitimate milkman of Greatgaunt was making his rounds after his year and a half prison sentence. As he's exiting the household fixing his shirt and hair, Farmer Robert's wife discretely says her farewell's to him when little Timmy runs up.
"Uncle Dongder!" the child screams.
"What is it Timmy! Did your sister fall into that hole that leads to those ancient ruins again and need me to save her?!"Slate replied urgently.
"No unkie Dongder! Look!" as Timmy presented the notice.
"Oh Timmy." Slate shakes his head disappointedly. "The details are wrong. Mystogan willingly drank from the flask of holy water to prove he wasn't undead. They must be confused or mind controlled by that undead abomination. Either way ... I'm sort of out of coin and could use a night away for some free dinner."
Slate would then make his way over to the Red Ravens.