As the moon rose on a warm night a plot unfolded. An innocent Elf by the name of which no one knew walked from the farms with a basket of warm goat milk. She strung the strings of her harp her mother made her with the same loving grace that it was made from.
The mist swarmed around her feet as the sun continued to set. Just making it past the gates someone spoke behind her. "Elf, please speak to me for a moment."
"Of course." She replied sweetly. However this would be the last time she spoke in such a well mannered tone. The cloak figure gently grabbed her Harp and slammed the finely woven elven string over her head. The sudden shock rendered her speechless as the fatal dagger was jabbed into her abdomen with a note pinned between her and the small metal blade.
A sudden cry for help led her to the only ones that had seen her face. The lonely writer of politics had just arrived a few weeks ago. During that she had written strongly against Stephen Rothman. The note read a simple message, "They shall die in the name of the foolish who captured Stephen Rothman."
As a burial proceeded a message was noted. The entire group stared at the message on the forehand of the elf that was cut into her flesh. "G.R." they read. The signature brought up questions but the burial proceeded. The faceless elf was buried in a hole with none who knew her name by her side and no marker to show she had died.
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"Will, come over here," Tahlian had said.
"Aye, wha'?" had been his reply. He had no idea what had happened until Tahlian showed him the body. He had carried the elfess outside and dug her grave. Solemnly, silently, he had buried her, the one with no name, and Tahlian had spoken words of solemnity and well-wishes for her. The only clue as to who had murdered her was carved into her forehead, the initials "G.R." Will only knew one person with those initials, but his mind couldn't accept that he would go that far. Thoughts of turmoil, conflict, and death filled his head as he left the gravesite.
"Aye, wha'?" had been his reply. He had no idea what had happened until Tahlian showed him the body. He had carried the elfess outside and dug her grave. Solemnly, silently, he had buried her, the one with no name, and Tahlian had spoken words of solemnity and well-wishes for her. The only clue as to who had murdered her was carved into her forehead, the initials "G.R." Will only knew one person with those initials, but his mind couldn't accept that he would go that far. Thoughts of turmoil, conflict, and death filled his head as he left the gravesite.
The Paladin of Elara arrived at the scene before any others, he had made it a daily ritual to make sure the town of Trolls Bane did not fold in on itself. As he let his emerald green eyes fall onto the slain elfess he took in many different and seemingly minor but perhaps relevant issues. The way she had been murdered, the person whom did it would have been behind her to wrap the string around her neck, and clearly with the note it showd this was a thought out murder of someone who staunchly was against that Rothman senior. Yet it simply did not make sense to him, Grant Rothman was never dumb enough to leave his initials on the forehead. If he ever was desperate enough to kill someone like this, (which the Paladin would not be afraid to put it past the child), he would be smart enough to leave the note alone and not his initials; that would surely be a death sentence. The Paladin of the goddess who stood for truth and justice then dismissed the possibility it was Grant Rothman and he began to wonder who else it could be. He did not know of anyone else with such initials, or perhaps they were not initials and instead a code of sorts, or it could even be someone trying to frame Grant Rothman; people seemed to hate him enough to try to do that. And if it wasn't Grant Rothman, surely the Paladin beleived it wasn't, but could he prove to others it was not Grant without them dragging him and jailing him without trial like his father...
Phillippe gathered his cloak and gave one last look over the slain elfess, letting his gaze linger on her blood, spoiled now tho, no longer purely kept in her veins, and he was gone.
Tahlian looked mournfully at the grave as the other left. The thought was so plainly in his mind, why this death was like none of the others he had killed? "Because she is of my brethren..." he had thought, but no. He knew that was only one of the reasons. He had recieved a letter from Grant saying he had been making a deal with Godfrey at the time. "Who would frame Grant..? Who would kill an innocent person, just to frame Grant?!" Tahlian stared at the, part in anger, part in sadness. "Someone died because of another's spite...this is going too far" With that, he turned, heading towards town.
The library was quiet as Scholar and Political Critic Jack Lemmings was sitting down with his dinner. He was prepared for the long three hours that was about to pass him as he wrote yet another article for his readers about the crimes of Stephen Rothman.
A door creaked open below his chair. His body stiffened. He knew that the Librarian was asleep and wouldn't be able to see if anything were to happen. Little did he know that his thoughts would become reality.
The door to his study room slammed open. A man with a mask stood in front of the terrified and stiff man. His long flowing red hair dangled behind his neck.
"You have written bad things about Stephen. You should repent to me."
"Repent? For telling that beast off? Never." Jack stated coldly.
A dagger arrived from the opposer's pocket and slid up against Jack's throat. "Repent."
The nervous writer gulped and nodded. "Give me a second."
He began to write.
"Friends,
Do not release Stephen Rothman. A man in red hair came in with a dagger and told me to write to release him. I refused, my own morals getting in my way. It is clear that if this is the tactics used by the Rebellion what they seek is of no good to the town. Stay strong my fellows, stay strong.
Who's death is unavoidable, Jack Lemmings."
"That is not what I asked you to write!" Shouted the masked man.
"Does it matter? It is the truth!" Shouted Lemmings.
The red haired politic jabbed his dagger, but missed. Lemmings ducked and started to run for it. Climbing onto the roof.
"There is no way out of this Jack. You will either come with me and do as I say or you will fall off the damned roof!"
"I'd rather fall off the damn roof." And with his final mortal words, being ironically truth, he dove off the three story building to his death.
The priest of Brágon was found by Philippe. The note found and recorded on the wall, and the man buried next to the nameless elf.
The murderer.. still on the loose.
A door creaked open below his chair. His body stiffened. He knew that the Librarian was asleep and wouldn't be able to see if anything were to happen. Little did he know that his thoughts would become reality.
The door to his study room slammed open. A man with a mask stood in front of the terrified and stiff man. His long flowing red hair dangled behind his neck.
"You have written bad things about Stephen. You should repent to me."
"Repent? For telling that beast off? Never." Jack stated coldly.
A dagger arrived from the opposer's pocket and slid up against Jack's throat. "Repent."
The nervous writer gulped and nodded. "Give me a second."
He began to write.
"Friends,
Do not release Stephen Rothman. A man in red hair came in with a dagger and told me to write to release him. I refused, my own morals getting in my way. It is clear that if this is the tactics used by the Rebellion what they seek is of no good to the town. Stay strong my fellows, stay strong.
Who's death is unavoidable, Jack Lemmings."
"That is not what I asked you to write!" Shouted the masked man.
"Does it matter? It is the truth!" Shouted Lemmings.
The red haired politic jabbed his dagger, but missed. Lemmings ducked and started to run for it. Climbing onto the roof.
"There is no way out of this Jack. You will either come with me and do as I say or you will fall off the damned roof!"
"I'd rather fall off the damn roof." And with his final mortal words, being ironically truth, he dove off the three story building to his death.
The priest of Brágon was found by Philippe. The note found and recorded on the wall, and the man buried next to the nameless elf.
The murderer.. still on the loose.
Again the Paladin of Elara was the first to see the body, but this time he lingered, and prayed over the body. Letting his spirit reach out and sooth the soul of this fallen Bragon Priest, and fortunately was successful. He assured Jack Lemmings that is soul would find justice and that his murderer would be found and infact the soul did seem to be at rest. Phillippe Charboneau prayed to Elara for guidance to find justice, and he felt a tugging to look at the man's forehead and sure enough the letters G.R. were hacked into the man's flesh. Was this what Elara wanted to show the Paladin, the initials, that was the killer, it was not a complex conspiracy?
Phillippe was not sure, he could not decide. Could the child be so cold blooded, could any one be so ruthless? Phillippe was not sure on who the murderer could be, but he promised and knew he would ensure justice prevailed. So Phillippe gathered his belongings and began his walk around the walls of Trolls Bane, deep in thought.
The happy lizard strolled into town dinging a bell. "Vote Brer!" He shouted, content that his message will bring people to vote for who he assumed will lead the town to greatness. The Paladin of Tanora had very little skill in either Monk hood or as a Warrior. Yet he always graced people with his presence that was filled with contentment.
"May you rot in hell lizard!" Shouted a bitter man, running off.
He didn't respond. All too used to people yelling at him. His opinion of who should rule town was his own, and such rude and childish remarks, he always said sternly, will not change his mind.
A few minutes later, still chanting, the same man passed by him and gave him a glare.
"He is going too far." The politic thought to himself. "How can one be so immature?" But to his surprise, one could be a lot worse then just immature.
A quick motion and an arrow flew at the water dweller. The actual shaft its self broke on impact, but the mana of the arrow went through it and into his flesh. The body slowly started to shut down.
Attentively a man chased after him, but the agile runner was too quick and cunning to be captured. The lizard was not as lucky, however, and fell to his knees. Pain oozed through his blood as he murmured.
"Do not blame this rebellion.. I saw his eyes.. They are not the eyes of someone who cares for his own safety or that of his cause.."
Medical care and prayers were violently fought back by the lizard's spirit. Even though he was not dead, he remained unresponsive. A coma lay over his body like an iron blanket. The only thing that could be done was. He was laid in front of the shrine to Tanora and left to wake. His last words being uttered through the sliver of life that the gods granted him,
"The Demon.. GR.. Other.. Island.. Inn.."
"May you rot in hell lizard!" Shouted a bitter man, running off.
He didn't respond. All too used to people yelling at him. His opinion of who should rule town was his own, and such rude and childish remarks, he always said sternly, will not change his mind.
A few minutes later, still chanting, the same man passed by him and gave him a glare.
"He is going too far." The politic thought to himself. "How can one be so immature?" But to his surprise, one could be a lot worse then just immature.
A quick motion and an arrow flew at the water dweller. The actual shaft its self broke on impact, but the mana of the arrow went through it and into his flesh. The body slowly started to shut down.
Attentively a man chased after him, but the agile runner was too quick and cunning to be captured. The lizard was not as lucky, however, and fell to his knees. Pain oozed through his blood as he murmured.
"Do not blame this rebellion.. I saw his eyes.. They are not the eyes of someone who cares for his own safety or that of his cause.."
Medical care and prayers were violently fought back by the lizard's spirit. Even though he was not dead, he remained unresponsive. A coma lay over his body like an iron blanket. The only thing that could be done was. He was laid in front of the shrine to Tanora and left to wake. His last words being uttered through the sliver of life that the gods granted him,
"The Demon.. GR.. Other.. Island.. Inn.."
A small parchment dangles on the shop door.
Town!
The meet between The Demon and One Other is soon to come!
The Demon is a ruthless and relentless follower of Morshan and Negros. He believes that humanity has lost all good will and that it is better to live a life of sins then to correct a path with a few specks of dirt. More will continue to die unless his fowl deeds, trickery, and forcing people to act ends.
Everyone on the island that does not wish to abide by Negro's Will or hates Stephen Rothman is at stake. The Demon is a mortal, do not fear him! His minions are the one with strength! This meeting will be the only time The Demon comes out of hiding. We must act then!
The rewards will not be material but with satisfaction! May another slit of hope open into your mind! End the danger that is The Demon! Let none who walk into the meeting walk out!
Gather your weapons and prepare to attack at ((Aug 27th 1PM GMT -6))!!
Follow your heart!
Che'esto Bihoncer
Victim of The Demon
Town!
The meet between The Demon and One Other is soon to come!
The Demon is a ruthless and relentless follower of Morshan and Negros. He believes that humanity has lost all good will and that it is better to live a life of sins then to correct a path with a few specks of dirt. More will continue to die unless his fowl deeds, trickery, and forcing people to act ends.
Everyone on the island that does not wish to abide by Negro's Will or hates Stephen Rothman is at stake. The Demon is a mortal, do not fear him! His minions are the one with strength! This meeting will be the only time The Demon comes out of hiding. We must act then!
The rewards will not be material but with satisfaction! May another slit of hope open into your mind! End the danger that is The Demon! Let none who walk into the meeting walk out!
Gather your weapons and prepare to attack at ((Aug 27th 1PM GMT -6))!!
Follow your heart!
Che'esto Bihoncer
Victim of The Demon