Once again your gaurd fails you

Anarchist · Post by **Anarchist** » Sat May 28, 2005 11:46 am

The letter is pinned to the wall with a lock of brown hair coverd in blood attached to it along with grebars head on the floor below

This is cyrus here to congratulate Pendar on his great capture attempt.
People hear me once again Pendar has failed this time it cost the life of two innocents a young halfling girl and grebar a law abiding orc.
How is it that your gaurds including pendar failed to capture me and yet I killed three of them and and orc and helped grutar escape there clutches?.
You are fools to follow this human look at how he fails constantly and grovels at my feet as I kick him too within inches of his life. Even tonight out numberd atleast Six to One I manged to kill three of his own men and help my fellow clan brother escape. I was there infront of six of your gaurds you so trust to protect you all alone and yet they are the ones who died and I am still hear barley injured to let you the people know of there failure.

Let Grebars head be a warning to any who oppose us, YOU WILL BE NEXT.

Who Needs The Law When You Have Death On Your Side?[/b]

Callith · Post by **Callith** » Sat May 28, 2005 1:18 pm

Very Good Cyrus,

But as I remember, I sent you running tail between your legs last time we met all alone, I spared you there, but now I know I should have finished you off. That is the last time I show mercy to Greenskin filth.

Callith

Aragon · Post by **Aragon** » Sat May 28, 2005 1:48 pm

Aragon kneels before the shrine of Malachin in the ceremonial cave.
Praying to Malachin, rising his hands high to his god.

Malachin, hear my prayer and show your mercy upon our town and the people inside.
Malachin, hear my prayer and show your justice upon our town and the people inside.
Malachin, hear me, your loyal servant.
Malachin, this orc, Cyrus, has no respect and fears no gods.
He only looks upon his poor strenght.
Malachin, he has stepped over the border and blasphemed you.

Silvern light is seen from the tatoo on his right hand. He stands up, rising his hands high. It seemed he grows and looked as having more authority.

In the name of Malachin his voice became louder, fuller and more powerful you will be cursed, Cyrus, who likes to bring death to the innocence. In the name of Malachin, I curse you from now on! Malachins justice will turn you into a pig!

Silence appears in the temple. Aragon laid on the floor, weak and exhausted as powers have left his body and soul.

Anarchist · Post by **Anarchist** » Sat May 28, 2005 11:01 pm

Callith your memory seems to fail you.
As i recall you simply could not beat me as you yourself turned and fleed.
I Admit I also did not have the strength to defeat you, but now scum things have changed I am no longer crippled my arm has healed and I am at no disadvantage. Mark my words Callith you will fall to my blade and you will suffer at my feet. It may be today or prehaps next week Maybe a year from now, but watch your back Callith for when I catch you,
you will beg for mercy just like your pathetic leader Pendar did.
As for aragon and his gods.
Even as a pig you would die at myhand fool!.

Who Needs The Law When You Have Death On Your Side?

Caitlin Fergus · Post by **Caitlin Fergus** » Sat May 28, 2005 11:22 pm

Deathscars,
I've heard your dear Cyrus turned into a pig. Well, not much difference to his earlier shape, but I doubt he will now lead a weapon so properly anymore.

Maybe you should just be careful with what you are saying, ... I can imagine that a lot of people have a strange need of backon, right now.

Caitlin Fergus

Anarchist · Post by **Anarchist** » Sun May 29, 2005 8:40 am

A pig walking through the town catches caitlin's sent and while she is distracted leaves a huge droping behind her waiting for her to step into it

Caitlin Fergus · Post by **Caitlin Fergus** » Sun May 29, 2005 8:47 am

As Caitlin stepped into it, she stopped and bursted out laughing."Great... When I get him to do that on the grass, to dung it, he would even be good for something now."

She puts off her shoe and looks around for the pig, since she decided to speak to him.

Caitlin Fergus · Post by **Caitlin Fergus** » Sun May 29, 2005 11:47 am

Caitlin stood in front of the apple tree which Cyrus helped to plant, though a bit unwillingly.
She smiled at the tree which carried so wonderful fruits and laid a hand on it's tree trunk.

She closed her eyes while the grip around her druid staff tightend.

"May this tree is blessed, for that no fire, no axe nor anything will harm it. This tree may be blessed because it holds the wishes of a lost one, who needs to find on the right way again."

She opened her eyes with a smile again, knowing that no blade could touch it's wood anymore.
Caitlin picked a tasty looking apple from it, went to town and handed it to he very next person she met.
"You look hungry, Sir."

"Oh, thank you m'Lady.", the man said and a smile crossed his lips.

Anarchist · Post by **Anarchist** » Mon May 30, 2005 1:18 am

Tired lost and hungry Cyrus stops Infront of this same tree and does something he never thought he would ever do. He prays to the gods of which he had so willingly and openly disregarded
Malachin Hear my pray.
I have often Believed that you are nothing less than fiction but your power has shown its self to me. Please I beg of you Undo this curse for I have seen the error of my Judgment. You are real and I am nothing in your shadow. I have made many mistakes in my life most I cannot change, But now I see you are real and pray that you will undo this curse for it was my unbelief that has brought it on and now in my belief and faith I hope to undo it.

the cyrus turns and walks away feeling less like a pig

Anarchist · Post by **Anarchist** » Mon May 30, 2005 11:04 am

Cyrus returns to his hiding spot among the coffins by the alter and sleeps. It is a troubled sleep haunted by memories drudged up by Caitlin and pendar. The ghosts of his family which he murderd in cold blood so long ago, the suffering he has seen and caused and now the fact that he is a pig. It all seems so much. To much. It as if his sanity is streching like a rubber band, as days go by the band tightens and tightens and soon SNAP!.