Post by DM Goldilocks on Nov 24, 2019 0:31:33 GMT -5
Cold air seeped into the large room. The old and crumbling brick work was not enough to stand against the cold. In the center of the room there is a long table, barely illuminated by the dying embers of a fire still crackling in the hearth. The table itself was bare, not a dressing in sight except one large silver tray. Chairs ringed the table: all but one was empty, where sat a lone man.
The man had his hands resting palms up on either side of the tray. He had a good build. Muscular legs which followed through to a well developed core, back and shoulders and then...........nothing. His body just stopped, strangely, barely visible in the chill of the dark. There was an object, however, sat upon the silver tray. It was an odd shape. Not quite round, not quite square, with a headsman's hood pulled over it.
Hours later, a blood curdling scream rang through Valkur's as a woman came running into the street, screaming for the gaurds while clutching a piece of paper with a symbol inked on in blood. Rumor quickly spread around Valkur's of the beheaded corpse and the details of how it was positioned. Some spoke in hushed tones, of links between the grisly event and the city of Westgate.