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Post by Levedara on Oct 27, 2009 0:53:10 GMT -5
Written in a small tight script and posted at the inns of Redmist, Suzail, Isinhold, Memsembar, Shallybrook, Immersea, Eveningstar, Wyamoot and Dhedluk.
Ma'ams and Sirs,
It's Mithika really, and I'm writing to you today to let you all know that thanks to the efforts of many justice has done. The killer of Thraden Hallomein was found, severed finger in hand, admitting her guilt. I will be the first to admit that I was enraged but with a clearer head I would like to let you all know that Thraden is safe and well.
The woman that committed this crime is small and petty. She acted out of greed and self interest, seeking to gain glory, a name for herself written in the blood first big target she could find. She has failed however, Thraden has been alive and keeping well since that very night, and she has been shamed, driven out into the snow.
We will not seek to pursue her further as we believe she understands now the folly of her ways. Thanks really to everyone that offered aid and care in this difficult time, and my deepest apologies to everyone that has caught the sharp end of my tongue in the troubled days that have passed.
Best wishes to everyone really, sir's and ma'ams both.
Kind regards ~
*signed* Mithika
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Post by firesblade on Oct 27, 2009 9:07:11 GMT -5
Really, it was such a long walk from Suzail to Isinhold especially in armor. Kalee's feet hurt to no end and she was sure there were half a dozen blisters covering them. How did "real adventurers" do it? She was looking forward to resting in the Regal Griffin.
The notice board caught her eye as she made her way to the common sleeping rooms. She squealed, clapping her hands, then looked around blushing and giggling to make sure no one heard her.
"I knew it would be alright. Oh this is so wonderful! They will be happy again." Her brow furrowed lightly, "Oh but the poor woman. Well, I am sure she has learned a valuable lesson and will be a better person for it."
She nodded confidently to herself, her smile bright, then proceeded on to the room her steps much lighter and her feet not hurting nearly as much.
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Post by Hackmaster on Oct 27, 2009 9:55:54 GMT -5
Phelzaron passes by the letter while in the Wailing Wheel and pauses. He briefly scans it and suddenly spurts and sputters.
"Really....REALLY!?! does that accursed woman know how to use that word at all!?!" He then turns to the patrons and yells out. "Sorcerer's are daft!!!" Many timid "Yes sir" from the patrons feeling the need to agree so he will pass them by, they turn to their cups and stare into them like a fortune teller and her crystal ball. Phelzaron rips the note off the wall and folds it up. "Even in her damn letters she does it!" Holding it up like he found a gold nugget shaking the letter at the patrons.
Phelzaron moves past the patrons cursing under his breath grabbing the key to his room. "I am going to end up rending her soul one day but I can't cause she would just follow me around as a spirit going this is Mithika really, I am haunting you really, you rended my soul really!!!"
He continues on up to his room grumbling and cursing her obsessive compulsive use of the word.
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Post by The Flying Ve on Oct 28, 2009 7:13:28 GMT -5
Among the din of the patrons, Sarduk Kane lets his eyes fly over the message, then simply turns around and leaves without a word.
A good hour later, a man in blue wizard robes with a large white beard can be seen sitting in a dark corner amidst the patrons, until one day that Thraden and his "sister" decide to grace Talbot with their presence. He waits until he can hear their order, then walks slowly out the door, only to drink a small flask once outside and blink out of sight. Quickly, before the door closes, he steps silently back inside and moves slowly to the kitchen, looking around until he sees the food being prepared for the two. With a slight smile, the invisible man sprinkles small, almost invisible but incredibly sharp metal filings into the food of Thraden Hallomein. Not many, just enough to do the job. Incurable, irremovable and, in time, would not only cause him immense pain, but kill him. Again. And again. And again. Each time someone raised his body from the dead, each time he thought himself cured, the pain would return in time.
With not a glance back, the invisible man moves up the stairs, careful not to touch anyone. He listens at the doors of each room, until he finds an empty one, then unlocks it quickly and darts inside. He stuffs his wizard's robes inside his backpack and removes the guise of a jergalite priest. In dark, hooded robes he treads down the stairs, silently returns a room key to Talbot and walks out the door, with not a glance for his mark or anyone else.
Death, I promised not; A lifetime of agony, I did.
//After much whining, consider this not to have happened. I deeply apologise for roleplaying an assassin. I really should have gone RDD. May these PCs live happily ever after on FRC, regarding my chars backstory, they'll simply be dead. As I no longer play here, that shouldn't inconvenience anyone.
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