T'was a grim day at the Brotherhood of
Trinsic when the
body of Hartham, esteemed
head trainer of the fighter's guild was found dead. The events
that transpired are herein recorded and revealed for all to
read and understand; lest the same fate befall others.
A cowardly dagger in the back was his
fate. The remnants of a poison most foul was discovered in
the blood. The killer, a man known only as Duryn,
was captured by the guards, however managed to escape Trinsic's
A manhunt ensued, organized by the acting
Captain of the guards, CrawWorth.
Captain of the Guards CrawWorth was quoted
as saying, "It disturbs me greatly that this could have
happened in the middle of our proud city. No one man, or loosely
organized band of thieves could have managed this."
Crawworth described Duryn as a cunning
assassin whose, "demeanor and condition indicates more
than just a petty criminal. He has the soft hands only a privileged
life can provide."
Indeed, the evidence points to a conspiracy
of a terrible nature. Duryn was able to, in daylight most
revealing, murder the Head Trainer of the Fighters Guild in
his very training facility. Duryn was then able to escape
from under the very noses of CrawWorth's men.
CrawWorth immediately put together a massive
hunt for the fiend, so that the details of this conspiracy
should be uncovered.
Many a great hero responded for the call
to arms, Ambrous, Merlin MFS, Wolf-Silver, Bridgette, and
many, many more answered the call and made Trinsic proud.
Duryn was found in the Swamps of the Western
Coastlands. Upon his return, CrawWorth confronted him. What
follows is a transcript of their conversation:
Unfortunately you look to be in good health. Methinks
I will have to change that.
Thou hast very capable servants Crawworth, how long a leash
dost thou keep them on?
<Glares Menacingly at Duryn>
Citizens not servants, worm.
I thank thee for returning him, thine names will not be forgotten.
Aye, not forgotten, but obliterated when the time arrives.
Cease your chatter.
<closes his eyes, throws his head back>
And a word was spoken, then a world consumed.
I cannot yet cut out thine tongue till mine ears have heard
the truth I will burn from thee, but I can gag thee if---
And one man stood standing, as chaos took bloom
Nonsense. A cold prison floor should knock that out of you.
<reaches into his backpack for some rope>
<opens his eyes, stares directly at CrawWorth>
Thou wilt understand mine words as clearly as mine actions.
Soon, the truth shall be told. Soon the end of all held dear
by thee shall come to pass. Much like Hartham, whose breath
I stole with the help of allies as close to thine breast as
the air that sustains thee. The truth shall be known.
What truth? If this be more lunacy, I shall
Not lunacy. A warning. The first act of a new age.
<Grinds his teeth together, an audible crunch is heard>
T'was at this point that Duryn fell dead
as stone to the ground. The coward swallowed some form of
poison he had concealed within his mouth. He has left us with
more questions, and much mourning for the esteemed Trainer
A journal was found by one observant citizen.
It contains a self-serving diatribe whose meaning is yet to
be truly understood.
Hartham is survived only by CrawWorth.
CrawWorth was adopted by Hartham after his family was killed
in the first great sack of Paws. It has been arranged that
a wake be held for the fallen hero at the Keg and Anchor tavern.
This will be on Friday of this very week. CrawWorth will give
Specific times will be posted on the Calendar.
Let us hope that this tragedy leads us
to greater alertness in these troubled times. Lest we all
fall victim to the deadly sting of an assassin's blade.