A Hung Man

[Richard Cypher]

Sitting in the shop, dressed only in a pair of black trousers and a black shirt, Richard pulls out an inkwell and a quill. He gazes at the paper his golden eyes glazed over, one hand running through his black hair. Gripping the quill pen gently, he begins to write a letter.

To anyone who might care,
I am sick of everything. Tonight only proved it more to me. I was willing to give up my being to become an undead creature of the night. I have lost all my sense of purpose. Life just seems to drag on now. The only person I ever cared about...she left me all alone. I know it could never be more than a friendship, yet even that was stripped from me. The one thing that made me sane. I have decided to end it tonight while no one is around to see it, or to care. I am sorry for everyone whom I have ever hurt before in my past. I hope you can come to forgive me someday.

Maggie, if you ever hear about my death from someone I want you to know this, I loved you with all my heart and will always be with you. Even once I am gone think of all the good times we had together. There were many. Only you saw and knew who I was truly, only you actually cared what became of me. I am forever in your debt, and eternally grateful for that. I love you.

Into the flames I go,
Richard Martins

Richard finishes the letter and looks up at the empty room. "It is so quiet," he whispers. Standing up he goes to the door taking his last look at the world outside, the birds flying through the air, the insects buzzing, and the sound of the wind rustling through the branches. The sun beaming down on the land brings a slight smile to his lips before he turns around and goes back inside heading to his depot. Pulling a length of rope out of it, he places the inkwell, and the quill into the depot. Taking one last look at his worldly possessios he shuts the chest with a grim look upon his face. Turning around he goes to the counter and climbs up onto it. Looking up at the ceiling he finds a sturdy rafter in the middle of the room. It seems worn with age but strong enough to support his weight. Tying the rope to the rafter he then makes a noose in the end he is holding placing it around his neck. "It is too bad it had to be this way." Gazing one last time around the shop he clutches the letter tightly in his hand and steps foward of the counter. With his last breath before he drops a name can be heard spoken, "Maggie..." then only the sound of gurgles and a sharp snap as his neck is broken. Looking at him his face has a smile on it as he swings to and fro from the rope, a smile imprinted upon his features in death.

((Open RP...I guess))

[Gort Greegog]

Gort walked the streets of Troll's Bane in a seemingly random fashion for what seemed like hours. He asked each passing person(except dwarfs) if they had seem an "oomie" man guarding the town. After several negative responses Gort walked to the Tavern and purchased two mugs of beer. The first mug he drank quickly and the second he left sit on the counter of the empty bar. He then instructed Borgate to give it to Richard when he came in. Gort looked to the dark sky upon leaving. "Gettin' late" he said before looking around the outside of the tavern one last time. Gort shouldered his mace and headed to the shop in hopes of retrieving a few coins from his depot for the trip back too the cave. Upon entering Gort saw his friend hanging without life. Gort walked to Richard's body and cut it from the rope. He then sat the man on a table in the shop, the note still in the man's hand. Gort spoke some words in orcish before placing his mace next to Richard and leaving the shop once more.

[Juliana D'cheyne]

Quietly with her hood up Juliana walks toward her depot watching furtively for others in site, hoping to get in and out of Eliza's quickly. Abruptly stopping at the door as she sees Gort cutting down the body of Richard, it may be just possible to see a small patch on one eye as her head tilts, then with a loud sigh she nods briefly to the orc while walking over to Richard. Reaching to touch his cold hand as her one eye looks on sadly there may be a very quiet whisper


I never told you thank you, nor farewell.

Turning, Juliana moves out the door as silently as she entered.

[Siltaris]

It was a calm early morning, when Siltaris lay in the large bed of the Seahorse. A loud, sudden knocking on the door made her rapidly wake up. While she was between dreams and reality, she heard fast and nervously spoken words from the other side of the door.

"Lady Siltaris, Lady Siltaris... are you awake? Something awful has happened... Lady Siltaris..?"

The Governor tried to get rid of her tiredness and mumbled to herself, as she slowly stood up: "Mh.. what has happened..?"

"Oh, Lady Siltaris.. good that you are awake", the Adjutant spoke, "...I really feel sorry to be the messenger of a tragedy.... There has been an .. incident... with Richard Martins..."

Siltaris put a robe over her body and then slowly opened the door. With still tired eyes she looked into her Adjutant's face and spoke with slightly nerved voice: "What did he do now? Imprisoning some Ogres or Dragons?"

The Adjutant widened his eyes a bit, apparently being a bit shocked about her reaction. The he looked to the ground.

"No, my Governor... Richard Martins committed suicide."

Siltaris' eyes widened at his word, so the Adjutant continued.

"...He hung himself in Eliza's Shop. He wrote a parchment.. this one..."

Siltaris took the parchment and read over it quickly. She then leaned against the door and read over it again. She closed her eyes for a while. The Adjutant stayed where he was glancing down to the wooden floor. After moments of calmness he spoke with unsettled voice "...I... am sorry, my Governor"

It took a few moment before Siltaris answered. Though, it was just a slight nod.

"Where is.. his corpse?"

"Some recruits are currently carrying him here, to the Seahorse, my Governor."

Siltaris nodded again. "We need a priest. He shall receive a honorable funeral."

The Adjutant bowed with deep respect and then made his way down to the ground floor of the Seahorse.
Siltaris was still standing in the door. She was not willing to believe what has happened. Though, she had to...

[Richard Cypher]

A cloaked and hooded man walks up to Richard's grave in the dead of night. He gazes at it silently just staring without moving a muscle. A warm wind blows through the secluded grove stirring some ancient dried flowers rotted atop his grave. Finally the man speaks softly out loud, "It is too bad you are gone Father. It would have been nice to meet you..." The man turns around and walks off, as he does though gold eyes flash brightly in the moon light. A howl from the forest can be heard in the distance, as a good omen or a bad no one knows.