Post by DM Private P on Sept 12, 2021 0:19:43 GMT -5
Pett is rubbing his temples as he’s filling out paperwork on Cullen’s death when a guard comes in to report bad news. “Sir. Uh it would seem a group of Triadic knights entered town. There was a man claiming to be the high priest of the Vaunted,” the guard stated.
Pett groaned, “Gods no! Why? What did I do to deserve this?”
He rubbed his temples faster. “Well sir,” the guard continued, “They both strutted about each other, but neither attacked the other. Those Triadics are sure stirred up over Father Garrett’s passing.”
Pett stopped and looked at the man, “I wouldn’t exactly call being zombie food passing. Fine! Tell the Grandmaster to pull his boys back and let’s try and get some semblance of order back in this town.”
”Well,” the guard hesitantly continues, “that’s just it. These Triadics don’t belong to the keep in Eveningstar. Seems a different order has arrived in the land.”
”When it rains it pours,” Pett murmurs.
The door opens and another guardsman reports, “Sir… Uh Cullen’s widow… Moira… She… she killed herself sir.”
Pett groaned, “Gods no! Why? What did I do to deserve this?”
He rubbed his temples faster. “Well sir,” the guard continued, “They both strutted about each other, but neither attacked the other. Those Triadics are sure stirred up over Father Garrett’s passing.”
Pett stopped and looked at the man, “I wouldn’t exactly call being zombie food passing. Fine! Tell the Grandmaster to pull his boys back and let’s try and get some semblance of order back in this town.”
”Well,” the guard hesitantly continues, “that’s just it. These Triadics don’t belong to the keep in Eveningstar. Seems a different order has arrived in the land.”
”When it rains it pours,” Pett murmurs.
The door opens and another guardsman reports, “Sir… Uh Cullen’s widow… Moira… She… she killed herself sir.”
