A Report
Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 12:00 am
Wren emerges from the room in the Barracks that housed him for the night, walking a little more carefully and slowly than usual and with a slightly paler complexion but otherwise appearing mostly recovered. As he leaves he passes a removed notebook page to the Factotum on the desk, along with a slight smile and a request to personally thank the Tormite Paladin who assisted him.
I, Wren, son of Ortharas, swear the following to be my true recollection.
I and friends Phantom, Illia and Saiph were standing in front of the bar owned by Khazeet, in the Bazaar. A shout was heard from behind us, in the bar itself; it was discovered to have been given by Bebene, an Alu-fiend at the time of the attack wearing the guise of a female dwarf.
Many of us then entered the bar. It became clear friend Bebene had been stabbed but no attacker was visible. Positioned close to Phantom, I overheard whispered threats intended for him - he was asked to leave the bar alone. He did not comply, instead drawing a projectile weapon which he trained on something not visible to me. As Phantom discharged his weapon, the aggressor revealed himself - being the man taken into the Barracks with me - and simultaneously suffered the shot and nicked Phantom's throat with the blades he carried in each hand.
Phantom followed this by shooting the attacker again before collapsing due to his wounds. Presumably noting the impossibility of his situation, the latter attempted to flee by leaping a bar wall - his retreat was broken slightly by a spell from friend Illia and an attempted restraint by friend Myr, also present.
Myr was soon shaken off and the attacker continued his flight. I presently stepped in, following the attacker over the wall, flanking and tackling him successfully before administering a paralysing blow to the back of his head. It was then that I received an arrow in the back, presumably intended for the aggressor; shortly thereafter, as I was succumbing to poison and pinned to the attacker by an arrow, your brigade arrived.
I do not know the identity of the attacker and will admit many details may have escaped my notice; I was in a highly focussed state and paid little attention to peripheral events.
His blessings.
The report would end with a small, neat signature
((You weren't there, man... The stapping was vicious <_<
I, Wren, son of Ortharas, swear the following to be my true recollection.
I and friends Phantom, Illia and Saiph were standing in front of the bar owned by Khazeet, in the Bazaar. A shout was heard from behind us, in the bar itself; it was discovered to have been given by Bebene, an Alu-fiend at the time of the attack wearing the guise of a female dwarf.
Many of us then entered the bar. It became clear friend Bebene had been stabbed but no attacker was visible. Positioned close to Phantom, I overheard whispered threats intended for him - he was asked to leave the bar alone. He did not comply, instead drawing a projectile weapon which he trained on something not visible to me. As Phantom discharged his weapon, the aggressor revealed himself - being the man taken into the Barracks with me - and simultaneously suffered the shot and nicked Phantom's throat with the blades he carried in each hand.
Phantom followed this by shooting the attacker again before collapsing due to his wounds. Presumably noting the impossibility of his situation, the latter attempted to flee by leaping a bar wall - his retreat was broken slightly by a spell from friend Illia and an attempted restraint by friend Myr, also present.
Myr was soon shaken off and the attacker continued his flight. I presently stepped in, following the attacker over the wall, flanking and tackling him successfully before administering a paralysing blow to the back of his head. It was then that I received an arrow in the back, presumably intended for the aggressor; shortly thereafter, as I was succumbing to poison and pinned to the attacker by an arrow, your brigade arrived.
I do not know the identity of the attacker and will admit many details may have escaped my notice; I was in a highly focussed state and paid little attention to peripheral events.
His blessings.
The report would end with a small, neat signature
((You weren't there, man... The stapping was vicious <_<