A Dark Discussion

[DM Private P]

Deep in a strange dark cavern a female drow and a giant muscular male orc argue over who has the most powerful deity. As they argue a dark skinned human emerges. "Perhaps I can help you settle this," he says with a silken voice, "My master would like to see the answer to this debate and so wishes to create a contest. Whoever creates the most chaos or spreads it best will not only be pronounced the winner, but he offers this."

The man pulls a "hide" from his pack and presents it to the two before continuing. "I think you'll both be intrigued by this prize as this creature created problems for both of your deities. Think of the favor you would get by acquiring such an offering."

The honeyed words combined with the sight of the hide cause the orc and drow to slink off into the dark to plot while the man laughs wildly.

[DM Private P]

Giselda finished sewing the patches forming the cloak. The man's instructions were very detailed, but confusing in the order he wanted them sewn. Still he was the customer and with the 300 lions he paid her in advance she could look forward to buying her grandkids some toys they'd love. As the last stitch was finished she unfurled the cloak and spread it out to see the whole thing displaying her skill. However, the sight of her work caught her breath in her throat. The scream that began was drowned in blood as she coughed and it spilled down out of her mouth. She stumbled forward glancing back seeing the dark skinned customer holding a curved knife with blood dripping off the blade. Her face scrunched as she asked, "You'd stab... *bloody cough* a woman... *bloody cough* in the back?"

"My dear seamstress," the man spoke matter of factly, "it is the safest way isn't it?"

As her strength left her Giselda found herself sprawled out on her dirt floor wondering if people like her ever got avenged. The man hunched down next to her smiling at the finished cloak and laughed a wild laugh that made Giselda feel even colder than the loss of blood. As she died the last words she heard when the darkness overtook her was, "My master commends your skill."