"Barely enough for a stew..." he thought gazing down upon the unconscious Mylar.
The Hand of Retaliation- the "Fateweaver" was not pleased with the unwarranted and quite frankly cowardly attack upon his tribesman during the Governers meeting. A message had to be sent. Retaliation must be swift and deadly. These Rangers these milque-toasts must be punished!
Fateweavers stomach rumbled with hunger. He licked his sharpened teeth and smacked his lips together. The young elf girl did not know what hit her. It was too easy. "Her meat will make me weak" he thought. His pale lips contorted into wicked smile as an idea crossed his tainted brain. He would go hungry tonight.
He hoisted her over his shoulder and brought her to the tavern. He propped her up against the wall next to the doors. Reaching into a small medicine bag he removed a small vile labeled "parasitic". He emptied the contents out into a nearby water trough around the corner. He placed the empty bottle in Mylar's lap. "She will be sitting here for hours, too afraid to move!" He laughed uncontrollably. Proud of his prank he started home.
"I nearly forgot!" Fateweaver sprinted back to Mylar.
The Hand of Retaliation leaned in close to Mylar, stuck out his rancid tongue and licked her cheek as he reached down and placed a wooden hand carved letter H in her hand.
Fateweaver >H<
Hand of Retalliation
ICQ 108 677 196
The Hand of Retaliation- the "Fateweaver" was not pleased with the unwarranted and quite frankly cowardly attack upon his tribesman during the Governers meeting. A message had to be sent. Retaliation must be swift and deadly. These Rangers these milque-toasts must be punished!
Fateweavers stomach rumbled with hunger. He licked his sharpened teeth and smacked his lips together. The young elf girl did not know what hit her. It was too easy. "Her meat will make me weak" he thought. His pale lips contorted into wicked smile as an idea crossed his tainted brain. He would go hungry tonight.
He hoisted her over his shoulder and brought her to the tavern. He propped her up against the wall next to the doors. Reaching into a small medicine bag he removed a small vile labeled "parasitic". He emptied the contents out into a nearby water trough around the corner. He placed the empty bottle in Mylar's lap. "She will be sitting here for hours, too afraid to move!" He laughed uncontrollably. Proud of his prank he started home.
"I nearly forgot!" Fateweaver sprinted back to Mylar.
The Hand of Retaliation leaned in close to Mylar, stuck out his rancid tongue and licked her cheek as he reached down and placed a wooden hand carved letter H in her hand.
Fateweaver >H<
Hand of Retalliation
ICQ 108 677 196