[RPG] [BT] [RoF] Of Life and Death

[Dominic]

"Phoebe! Phoebe! You vile fiend!" shouted weakly Jean-Olivier, King of
Fwuvoghor. He knew dismissing his men was risky, but it was needed to return
to the palace to bring back some order there.

The healers rushed around him, his head hurt him terribly, he felt extremely
weak. His wounds were black, as if burnt, and he was very pale. Everything
in the tent was stained with his blood, and the stench was nauseating.

He was slipping out of counsciousness once more when a seemingly overeager
servant arrived. "Sire! Sire!", he shouted with a coarse voice. He was
well-dressed, but was obviously fatigued, having run a very long time.
"Important letter, sire! Important letter and cargo!" He approached the
wounded king and handed him the letter, which Jean-Olivier strained himself
to grasp. The seal was unmistakable, it was a letter from Summoner.

He read it once, take a short break to breathe, let the dizzyness pass, and
read it again. He let his head fall back and grinned. His faith had wavered
from time to time, but this week was just proving him that he was stronger
when he relied on it. Trusting Summoner and the Necromancer's Servants had
proven indeed wise, Capone's guidance of most value...

"Success... Inevitable..." he muttered as he felt himself slipping away
again. He could hear the noises fade out, the healers seemed to be agitated.
He muttered a few more words incoherently as the world faded away once
again.
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