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Merentha: In the Eyes of a Kobold Scholar



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Killing a brat

He's not as nice as it seems...

I am nice to those who I trust, and to those who befriend me. I kill those who get in my way.

It was mid-morning on Roki 16, 44NM. The Valentine's Day Event was going on, but I wasn't participating. Anyway, I was wandering around, looking for something interesting, when I came across a corpse. It was the corpse of a strange little fellow named Trueranger, I could tell from the name on the backpack. I checked over the corpse, took some of the money out of the pockets, and sat down. I tried to get in touch with Trueranger, to tell him that I was guarding over his stuff.
About an hour later, I saw a balloon land a bit north of my position. Along came a guy that stopped near me, and picked up everything off the corpse. He nodded at me and said "thank you."
I nodded and was about to head off on my way, and he asked me what condition I was in. I told him, and he asked me to do his dirty work. He wanted me to kill a good friend of mine, an evil gnome by the name of Calirynth. I laughed at him and said, "No." He claimed that he would have 5 assassins kill my gnome friend until he cried, which I assure you won't ever happen. So I laughed and argued with him for a while, when the Hive Keeper of the Artrells came and showed me a new staff he had found. I twirled with it a bit, and gave it back.
After arguing some more with Trueranger, Tree Huger, the Hive Keeper, came back. He gave the staff to Trueranger, and was about to leave when I put Trueranger in a trance. He fell under my completely dominance, and I commanded him to give me the staff. It was a nice staff, the Staff of Legend. After that, I decided I would make the annoying brat pay.
I stood, gathering my things and my focus. I shot a single deadly arrow of pure mind power straight at Trueranger, and it landed square in the middle of his forehead. He fell to the ground, a second corpse in the room. Cold.
I hurried off, and took a portal to Haven where I spent my jailtime, grinning at my own sagacity on how cleanly it had all went. After that I went back to WhiteStorm and argued some more with Trueranger, who has felt my wrath.