(Game 2)
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FOR TURN 10
PLAYER DESCRIPTIONS.
Can you hear the whispering
Over the screams of your dying friends
Did you know your life was mine
Prince Tyrion of Caledor
Our Lord Karrack suddenly took ill during the Midsummer Feast and that night died. The citizens of Nihl took this as grave news not only because of their love for Karrack, but also because of their dread for the ascention of Ganthor, the crown prince, to the throne. Ganthor was known more for his temper and cruelty than for his ability to rule. Ganthor's first act was to take vengance on the cooks and servants of the Feast, blaming them for the death of his father. But many citizens and vassals of Nihl had continuing doubts on the effectivness of this move. "No cook planned the death of our Lord...there must be a more powerful force behind this crime" they said. Many turned to Faurondor, second son of Karrack and already a powerful Wizard, for help. To answer their pleading, he harnessed all his powers to summon Karrack back from the dead, to hear from his own lips the cause of his demise. In the King's chambers, in front of all the Court, Faurondor called his father back and to all he spoke these words: "Yea, as ye have feared, it was not illness that conquered me. I was poisoned by my own flesh and my own blood. Do as ye will with that truth, for I care not for these matters, as I have passed on to the world of darkness and nothing moves my heart." At this, Karrack's spirit departed for the second and last time from this world. To all present the meaning was clear, and they sprang upon Ganthor and slew him for his crime of patricide.
Now the crown has passed on to Faurondor, and all the people of Nihl rejoiced, for they think highly of their new ruler. He has promised use his great powers to make Nihl into a mighty nation, and all have rallied behind him in this cause.
You think it may be wise to send an ambassador to the city of Nihl to meet with the new Lord...
The man adjusted his sweat-drenched clothing and looked at his former
steed. He hunched down beside it and started gathering the remaining of
his supplies, lowly cursing himself and his employer.
Bloody ol' fool... I should never have accepted this asignment. What in
earth would he think I could find out her...
The man rumaged through the saddlebags and threw away those rations that
had gone stale with a disgusted grunt.
I told him: But there's nothing out there my lord. Nothing 'cept sand, sun
and those blasted desert people.
But of course he had his almighty scewed head set up. Go out there Jerl,
and find out why they have so many armed men if there's nothing worth
defending.
The man spat at the parched earth beside him and regretted that he had
done it, knowing he should save whatever liquid he could. A shadow had
moved over him and he thanked his gods in thought that it was still
possible to get some protection from the sun out here.
SO off course I had to do what he told me... Again! If I could get my
hands on his throat, I'd show him a thing or two about giving moronic
orders.
I told him! And yet I still had to get out here just to please him. At
least I hope he'll be one of the first sent out here in this god-forgetten
wasteland. I would just love to see his face when he found out I was
speaking the truth the first time.
The man froze as he realized the shadow over him had the resemblance of a
humanoid shape. Letting his eyes wander while he sat there, he could see
there were several such shadows.
Nothing but sand, sun and blasted desertmen....
Alot of desertmen...
As he was surrounded by the figures he sighed and looked at his hands.
Hands that have killed plenty of times, that had held his beloved almost
as many times. And hands he knew would soon stop touching anything else
but death.
As life slowly ebbed out of him, the last thing his eyes saw, was the
glaring sun in the open sky.
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