PlaneShift
Gameplay => In-Game Roleplay Events => Topic started by: Feranek on November 04, 2007, 11:53:53 pm
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Today a somewhat young Dermorian by the name of Feranek Densimo was brutally and torturously murdered by a Kran known as Sheneer. The mostly good-natured, though clumsy and lousy barber was insulted about his haircut, which he'd geven himself. With his... odd sense of hairstyle, he took it as a very deep insult to his skills and himself as an individual. He was about to show the insulter, one Marqsaynt, a 'lousy haircut' (which would likely have turned out as his most wonderful job every, and free of charge at that), when a kran whacked him with a stick, causing the poor Dermorian, clumsy enough, to fall, cringing in pain. Unnoticed by those around, who were laughing at first, the poor man had fall onto his rusty pair of scissors. Marqsaynt, in a sort of twisted mercy, did something believed beneficial, though truly not, and took the scissors out. How were they to realize that leaving them in was the safest course for a stabbing wound? Of course, it did help when a few moments later, the brutal Sheneer, obviously evil to the core, stood on Feranek. Now obviously, anyone standing on such a wounded Dermorian would hurt, but a Kran was torture to no end, which the evil silicone-based being knew full well and relished in the fact. And then the heavy Kran sat on his head, failing to kill him at that moment, and the Dermorian falling unconscious and beginning to twitch violently.
This was all happening in front of a horrified and disgusted Harnquist, who likely feared to do anything against such an evil kran. Luckily, the good citizen, and likely others around who saw, reported it to the guards, some of whom had seen but were unable to stop the brutal murder. Others at the scene attempted weakly to stop it, Marqsaynt casting a red way spell. Unfortunately, this failed attempt to save Feranek set the unresponsive Dermorian on fire and seemingly did nothing to the Kran. After a few failed weak attempts, the group left at the smell of a horrible stench. Feranek soon died, and it was a wonder that he'd survived that long.
Harnquist witnessed and reported this act of crime to the guards, who also saw some of it thought they were too far and it happened too fast for anything to be done. The arrest of this Kran has been called for by a few citizens, and the evidence certain. It is asked that no one aid this Sheneer, and report him if he is seen to the guards.
[[Feranek Densimo is a member of the Sheeples, and thus this RP is brought to you by the Sheeples in an attempt to better the RP environment of PlaneShift.]]
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[Hooray for the Sheeples! I shall notify the Imperial Guard at once!]
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/me is proud.
[No, not one of my Sheeple characters, but one belonging to a fellow player hand selected for the right to wear the Sheeple lable.]
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[too funny ;D yay Sheeples]
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[[Thank you for the responses. Anyways... I would like to add that due to Feranek being only a barber, and quite a lousy one at that, he cannot find his way out of the Death Realm, and thus will never return to the living. Poor wraith rats, now they too shall suffer the horrific haircuts...]]
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Kaerli grumbles "I already kicked Sheneer's rear end once...now, do I have to do it again?" and then draws and twirls her swords "I think I've got just the thing for his tricks..." chuckling.
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/me wonders how a guy who regularly assaults people in broad daylight and crowded areas still roams around freely.
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shauni sighs and notices kaerli (cant spell) walk off with her swords drawn, he sighs and runs of to help the kran once again. :devil:
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Farren walks along the rooftops of Hydlaa, wondering if he'll have a chance to fight the murderer, wondering if it will even be a fight, with a coward who brutally murders someone who could likely not have harmed it. Or anyone for that matter.
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[Farren, were you or were you not Feranek? :P]
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[[Dum de dum >.>]]
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I saw him! i saw the murderer! He was trying to sleep in the Kada El tavern! If only he hadn't refused my challenge....
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Don't murder a murderer, sick the guards on him while he sleeps!