Murder
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Konsteric K
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Murder
Konsteric Kamren lays dead on the southern road to varshikar. He lays face down, blood crusted to his purple lips. His pale skin is sandy from the sand tossing wind. He has a dagger thrusted into his back with the letters "SB" carved into the ruby which is encrusted into the pommel of the dagger
Maggie walks quietly down the road from Varshikar, tears still trickling down her cheeks from the news the orc had given her. After some amount of searching, she finally finds the body. She pulls the dagger free, wrapping it in a scrap of cloth and tucking it away in her pack. Then with some effort, she takes ahold of the body and manages to get him to the oasis, to a certain spot near the northeast corner of the tiny lake.
She finds the hidden chest under one of the shrubs, and pulls it free, opening it, and takes out a fur blanket, which she spreads out on the ground, laying him out on it quietly. She takes two copper coins from her bag, and sets one over each of his eyes.
For several long minutes, she simply stares at him, tears falling slowly, then turns, taking up her shovel, and begins to dig a grave there near the water. Once she judged it deep enough, she turns and carefully pulls the blanket, settling him down into the grave, and after making sure the coins were still in place, she wraps the blanket snugly around him.
For some time she again simply stares down into the grave, musing silently, tears still dripping down her cheeks in steady succession. Eventually, though, she turns once more with the shovel, and covers him with the dirt she had recently removed from the hole. She then gathers fronds from the nearby palm trees, until it was nothing but a mound of green in the sparse grass. Once this was done, she places carefully at the head of the grave, an emerald on which she had carefully etched the name 'Konsteric Kamren', and a small bouquet of flowers.
Again for some time she simply stands, mumbling quietly to herself, perhaps in prayer, or perhaps something else, before finally turning and heading back to her home in Varshikar.
She finds the hidden chest under one of the shrubs, and pulls it free, opening it, and takes out a fur blanket, which she spreads out on the ground, laying him out on it quietly. She takes two copper coins from her bag, and sets one over each of his eyes.
For several long minutes, she simply stares at him, tears falling slowly, then turns, taking up her shovel, and begins to dig a grave there near the water. Once she judged it deep enough, she turns and carefully pulls the blanket, settling him down into the grave, and after making sure the coins were still in place, she wraps the blanket snugly around him.
For some time she again simply stares down into the grave, musing silently, tears still dripping down her cheeks in steady succession. Eventually, though, she turns once more with the shovel, and covers him with the dirt she had recently removed from the hole. She then gathers fronds from the nearby palm trees, until it was nothing but a mound of green in the sparse grass. Once this was done, she places carefully at the head of the grave, an emerald on which she had carefully etched the name 'Konsteric Kamren', and a small bouquet of flowers.
Again for some time she simply stands, mumbling quietly to herself, perhaps in prayer, or perhaps something else, before finally turning and heading back to her home in Varshikar.