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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Seravin" data-source="post: 1597913" data-attributes="member: 6783">Meanwhile, in Corlean,Welcome rangerjohn, I hope the SH pleases.  ------------------It was the beginning of the third quarter of the year, just after the Fall Festival.  Winter was threatening to arrive early in the city of Corlean and there was chill in the air, but that didn’t stop the city’s inhabitants from going about their daily business; they just dressed warmer.Imych Thassel, winner of last year’s Kerian College Hunt walked with no discernible purpose through the streets just north of the Central Square.  Despite the chill, he appeared to be quite comfortable in his dark silk and velvet clothing.  He cut quite the figure and he knew it, for his latest lady-friend had just finished telling him so – repeatedly.  Imych grinned at the memory and began to whistle a merry tune.  Jaylissa was a sweet young woman.  For those who paid attention, her distant elvish ancestry was quite apparent, and Imych never tired of looking at the exotic looking young woman.  She was fire and passion and inspiration….The dagger was new-bought, fresh forged from a weapon shop popular with Sarathian officers.  Its blade was some twelve inches long and about an inch wide and incredibly sharp, though not enchanted.  The new-made dagger was also coated with a gel saturated with an extract made from the poison of a wyvern.  The blade pierced Imych’s enchanted cloak that warded off the chill and easily slid through the young man’s black silk shirt; and the bard’s skin provided no protection at all.  The poison was quickly absorbed by the blood and quickly raced throughout the body, and whatever the poison touched, it killed.Imych didn’t have time to scream or shout.  Only a small ‘Oh’, like a sigh as his heart and lungs shut down and the dark gray stone of the city walk rose up to meet him.  “Quickly, heal the wound before he’s completely gone.”  The voice was cultured and spoken with the air of an affluent Corlean-ian.  Imych couldn't see the speaker as his sight blurred.  Imych felt a slight touch and then a flood of light and warmth smoothed away the edges of the raw wound that bled angrily from his back just over his right kidney.  “Good.”  It was the same voice and from the sound of it still standing.  There was the rustle of thick clothes and then Imych felt a hand touch his back as the cold stone walk started to cool the skin of his cheek.  His enchanted cloak warded off the worst of the chill though, so at least he wouldn’t die cold.The same cultured voice spoke again, closer this time and in the language of dragons and magic.  “There, that fixes the cloak.  No stain and no hole.”  The voice sounded wholly satisfied.  “Just business you understand.”  Spoke the voice and then there was a pause.  “No.  I suppose you don’t.  Give Vieta my best.  Hopefully you’ll make better choices in the next life.”Imych Thassel, graduate of the Kerian Bardic College passed away on the second night following the Fall Festival.  The death of a man so young and vibrant was remarked upon with curiousity, but in the end the investigators declared that the man had a weak heart and too much to drink that night.  It was unfortunate really, for he was so talented.   The young bard would have been gratified to know that he did not leave the life un-mourned.<edit: Kestral's player noted that I didn't explicitly state this was in Corlean.></blockquote>

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