Re: Open RP: The Reaper Cases
Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2024 6:28 pm
Naras 24th, 71
As dawn dyes the sand of the desert into flaming red, the light reveals a horrible sight. on the small island, beyond the bridge, north west of the destroyed Temple of Sirani close to Cadomyr, lies the corpse of a muscular young man in his mid-twenties leaning against a tombstone and sitting in a puddle of blood, that slowly seeps away to the sand. He’s wearing the typical cloths of a sailor from the region around Salkamar and is gagged with an empty leather pouch, while there lies an old silver coin right under his tongue, that was once minted in Salkamar around 150 years ago. There’s an empty scabbard of a dagger on his belt, but the weapon is nowhere to be seen.
Countless stabbing wounds are to be found all over his body, yet none of them seems to aimed for a vital point. It looks like he was left to bleed out and there was a small piece of skin removed from the inside of his left lover arm in shape of a perfect square of around two square centimeters.
His blue eyes are widened in shock and agony, staring towards the little bridge that leads to the small island. There lies the corps of a young woman who was killed with just one stab in her back. Telling by her position, she probably was trying to flee when death caught her. Her green eyes are widened and staring in shock from beneath some strands of once beautiful reddish-brown hair. Her dark green dress shows the typical style of Cadomyr but is soaked in blood. From the amount, one may tell, she lost quite a lot of blood for just one wound. Right next to her, there’s a bloody footprint on the bridge, telling of big, heavy boots.
As dawn dyes the sand of the desert into flaming red, the light reveals a horrible sight. on the small island, beyond the bridge, north west of the destroyed Temple of Sirani close to Cadomyr, lies the corpse of a muscular young man in his mid-twenties leaning against a tombstone and sitting in a puddle of blood, that slowly seeps away to the sand. He’s wearing the typical cloths of a sailor from the region around Salkamar and is gagged with an empty leather pouch, while there lies an old silver coin right under his tongue, that was once minted in Salkamar around 150 years ago. There’s an empty scabbard of a dagger on his belt, but the weapon is nowhere to be seen.
Countless stabbing wounds are to be found all over his body, yet none of them seems to aimed for a vital point. It looks like he was left to bleed out and there was a small piece of skin removed from the inside of his left lover arm in shape of a perfect square of around two square centimeters.
His blue eyes are widened in shock and agony, staring towards the little bridge that leads to the small island. There lies the corps of a young woman who was killed with just one stab in her back. Telling by her position, she probably was trying to flee when death caught her. Her green eyes are widened and staring in shock from beneath some strands of once beautiful reddish-brown hair. Her dark green dress shows the typical style of Cadomyr but is soaked in blood. From the amount, one may tell, she lost quite a lot of blood for just one wound. Right next to her, there’s a bloody footprint on the bridge, telling of big, heavy boots.