He was walking along the road to Oja, least he thought he was,it was more a stumble. He didn't care really. His head was causing the world to spin and a recent cut on his hand was just too much to bear, there was something in it still.. a shard.
The more he tried to remove it, the deeper it got. He swore.
His luck was down, not only had he spent the last of his tria on dwarvern ale, he'd been nearly caught stealing it in the first place. It was all because he'd cut the belt, not the moneybelt thong... mind you, the fact that the victims trousers fell about his feet was a bonus in the get away..
His head now thumped... It pounded as his blood battled the alcohol that jostled for slipstream to the brain.
The scrawny, emaciated figure of a Ynwan sat finally. The kind of sitting that only drunk people can; his bottom was flung at the ground and despite the ground being very large, and his backside small, he still missed.
He looked at the sky that had suddenly come into view.. it was strangely dark. The sort of darkness that an eclipse would give. Lighting a tinderbox against a lantern he'd acquired from outside Brintec's, He dug a dagger at his hand, squinting in both pain and to see what he was doing. He just had to get it out - it was agony. The dagger touched on the shard, and he was sick; his stomach had only bile to offer up, having previously emptied its liquid lunch of earlier.
"hmaaaaaarrfggg"
As he dropped the dagger and clenched his eyes, a shadow grew, even out of the darkness... and gripped his hand in a blackness that swallowed the light from the latern.. the blood that was seeping out congealed suddenly and he passed out.
IT swam in his mind, for it could not find anthing to adhere to, thoughts washed with pain and drowned in spirit numbing liquors...
In his slumber, the Ynwan choked... death crept up and touched his miserable body, but lept back at what it found.
(HoodedOracle)
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