[RPG] [ATA] Death of an Infil

[Marc J.]

:CRACK:

...and thus ended the life of Eric Keithson, noble - and Infiltrator - of
Minas Ithil at the hands of the Norland barbarians.

As the body hung, it's flesh being picked on by 'Odin's' crows... a small,
slightly rumpled looking man could barely be heard scurrying over the rocks
and bits of dirt below the small hill where the body was placed to pacify
Odin... or Thor... or some god of war that a Norlander thought up while
consuming enough alcohol to kill a small village.

With an whispered apology to the spirit of the dead noble, the small noble
pulled a large knife from his pack and began poking it around in the gut of
the body. When the foul oders began to leak out, the stomach and intestines
had been found. Gasping for fresh air, and cursing his master for doing
this, the man put his hand into the hole... and pulled out a a hard object.

After finding what he was looking for, the man fled south - already blocking
all memory of what had happened out of his mind when a particularly violent
jolt from the carriage jarred the object, causing it to pop up.

Inside was a single piece of parchment, containing these words:

"This is the last will and testament of Eric Keithson, loyal Ithilian to the
end. As I write this, the sound of hammers building something come to my
ears - and I know I have little time left. I have limited writing space, so
I shall be brief: I was executed for committing a crime against a treaty
unknown to me at the time. Several weeks ago, I attempted to wound a Norland
Duke - Skullgrim considers this a breach of his agreement with Mordoc,
(which he claims was made on the 1st of this month, even though I don't
remember hearing about it until the 15th) and worthy of execution. He wanted
me to trade information for my life - when I refused, he left and hasn't
been seen since.

My fellow Ithilians, I ask but one thing: victory. Victory over these
barbarian hordes who dare to despoil our lands. I can hear the faint
footsteps of guards, I must hurry! Rowan, you are a good, if somewhat proud,
man. An asset that refuses to be used becomes a liability. Think on that...
oh, and Katherine, my fellow Rider, you never knew... and you shall never
know. Go, and be happy with Sidd. Sukira, our special order needs you... I
remember faintly Seraphina. Sukira, they've taken two... become our Angel of
Death! Gerard, name the Academy I never finished after me.

My hour is over... may the years of Minas Ithil last forever!
Leohampton's Revenge"

The small man reads these words incredulously - and urges the driver faster
and faster to Shanandoah. The King must see this.

(OOC: If anyone wants to continue this, go ahead... maybe huge outpourings
of sadness from all of Minas Ithil for the death of it's most beloved noble
would be appropriate? ;) )
-- 
Marc J.
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