Xavori
Greed's Punishment
I had grown ever more tired of the tyrant British proclaiming
his virtues were making the land great. Not only did they not do
any such thing, they made the people soft and naive. Yet, even
with these so called-virtues, most of the so-called
"honorables" I had met had proved most unworthy of the
title, whilst almost all of those marked "dishonorable"
were the most noble of heart. I decided to put my beliefs to a
little test with a new game.
I wandered the countryside of Sosaria looking for a castle in
a heavily travelled area. I found one near the road that lies
east near Britain. I then patiently waited for passers-by.
A young fighter in golden chain armor was the first to
approach. He paused a moment, no doubt studying me and trying to
decide if the recognition he would gain from killing a dread lord
was worth the obvious risk.
"Hail, milord," I called out.
"Hi," he replied.
"This castle here contains much wealth. I have a
proposition for thee. With thy assistance, we can gain entry into
the castle and share in its bounty."
"I heard you could break into player buildings. Do you
know how to do it?" he asked.
I smiled as he started nibbling at the bait.
"Aye, that I do, milord. 'Tis a simple process. A ghost
can pass easily through the door where a friend can restore his
life. Once he is alive and inside, he can open the door and let
in the one who resurrected him."
"Can you ressurect?" he asked.
This was exactly what I expected. The thought of the riches in
the castle had blinded his better judgement. A wise rogue once
said you cannot cheat an honest man. The only thing is, there are
so few truly honest men.
"I can ressurect thee, milord," I lied. "Thou
should give me thy equipment for safekeeping from looters, and
then I shall kill thee. Once you are dead, choose to enter the
spirit realm. Go inside and manifest thy spirit, and I shall
restore thee to life."
"Okay," he said as he started handing me everything
he was carrying. Personally, the idea of handing everything I
owned to a complete stranger seemed foolish, but the tyrant's
virtue had given birth to many fools.
I waited until he finished handing me everything and then
asked, "Is that all of thy possessions?"
"Ya. You can kill me now."
"Yes, I could kill thee. But I won't. Fare thee well,
knave."
I then walked off with him shouting vulgarities at me. He
followed until I grew tired of his ranting and magically recalled
myself to my boat near Vesper. I chuckled at how easily the knave
had been duped. And I proceed to search out another castle...
|
Stratics Central
