Death of a holy knight
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_Tarrant trudged on in search of Klaz. A man he owed too much to already, and was not going to let destroy himself. Klaz had been acting strangly, mumbling on about how he would be better off dead, which in turn he then took off. Tarrant gave chase.
Tarrant soon lost his way, travelling through the eastern road, and even past Jiyyd, to no avail. He decided it would be best to return to camp. Tarrant took the east road, a safe path but for a few hobgoblins, which were easy enough for him to dispatch. It was here, in this unlikly place, he came across a man dressed in a dark robe, with a familiar face. Tarrant knew instantly who it was, as soon as he locked eyes with the mans companion, a zombie, and a large half-orc the man called his "guardian". It was Mecc. Tarrant had come across the camps two most recent enemies, enemies which far outmatched Tarrant in skill, and he faced them alone. They jabbed, him, cast spells on him, and hit him with a blunted end of a great axe, asking for his things. Tarrant would not give them up, so Mecc left, casting a debilitating spell upon Tarrant, and telling his guardian they had no use of the belongings of a holy knight.
Tarrant, badly wounded from the encounter, began a painfull druge toward the camp. He was slow, pained by Meccs spell, and barly able to move. It was then, that Tarrant was much unfortunate, as he came across a group of several Bandits. It was here, that Tarrant made a final stand, rounding up the last ounce of strength, he felled one in a single blow, and then another, and another. Each one he felled, he felt more and more wounded, he turned to flee, attempting to take a chance and run for the camp. He did not make it. The cutpurse women cut off his escape route, and he was felled with a knife in his back. The worls pan abour him, his eyes wide and crimson blood seeped from his mouth upon the earth of the Nars pass. Tarrant was dead, his mission to protect and bring justice, come to a startling and unfortunate end by the hands of Bandits, unless it was, that he would be ressurected, to bring justice by blade in hand, once again._
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Lilith wanders the pass alone, all her friends seeming to have abandoned the little enclave in teh woods she still called home. Felling bandits where they stood , dead twice before tehy hit the ground, she came upon the body of her fallen knight..
Tears crept across her bloodstained cheeks as she lifted him with an ease belied by her small stature, and made her way back to the camp. KNowing full well the disaproving looks this would no doubt bring from her long time freind and confidante, Mingal, she nevertheless beseeches his aide to bring back the young man she has come to care deeply for, her vows to Terrick like daggers in her heart .
SHe leaves it to Mingal to decide the fate of the one who has brought her to this place… oaths broken again...