An unhonorable end

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Katharina Brightrim
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An unhonorable end

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Some stories does not have a happy ending. Some stories result in the death of the protagonist and this is one of those stories.

The sun of Cadomyr burned hot this day. But then the sun of Cadomyr burned hot every day. Atha snarled at the heat, took a last paff from his cigar, before he carelessly tossed it to the ground. He did not have the time to care about the impression he left to outsiders. He did not care much about his reputation or his honour or anything else. What he cared about was getting drunk early and watching pretty women. He was proud to be rather good in both, drinking and watching. And so he did on the day, this story begins. It was around noon and he already drank a full bottle of rum. He grinsed and waved to Pheritaleth, winking as he passed. Of course, he was too drunk and his ego was too huge to notice how she rolled her eyes. He knew she liked him the way he liked her and that was what mattered to him. Continueing his way to the gate, he thought about how much of a womanizer he was. Continueing the polishing of gems, Pheritaleth thought about what an idiot he was.
Dazed by the heavy rum he stumbled over the bridge and almost tripped over the pinnacles. That was the first time that day he nearly lost his life, but to be honest, that would not have been unhonorable enough. If one is honest, he did not deserve a honorable end. So, after he made it to cross the bridge, he stood in the desert and the sun boiled him in his armor. He frowned, why did he leave the town again? It did not matter, and if he would have known about the end of the day, he would not have cared too much about it. He walked through the desert without an actual goal, so when he arrived at the sea, he was quiet suprised by it. That was when he tripped over a loose rock and fell. The sand he found himself in was warm and comfortable. Maybe he could have a rest here. And so he fell asleep for the last time of his life.

Oh.. no, he did not die to the heat inside his armor. He neither died to drying out. No, Atha Murti, the glorious page of Cadomyr, self-claimed womanizer and most valuable warrior in combat died to a beetle that bit into his throat. Such an unhonorable death for such an unhonorable man.
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