Brigwald

Today marked my first official victory over Nessya. 

In days prior, I had ventured into the Chetwood forest to rally brigands to my cause. I promised them a full pardon, land and training in a selection of vocations for them to begin their lives again if they joined my cause. Some of them are good men forced into a life of treachery because of a poor decision they made when they were young. I hadn't really noticed that before, at least to this extent.

The water that arrived on the day that would ultimately mark the beginning of the end was familiar. It caused the same seizuring and choking as the first cup that Brigwald had drank did. However, this time it was worse. It tasted off, that was a first, and the results were far more drastic. Dracius had taken a sip before Brigwald and the effects were immediate. He continuously threw himself against the iron bars, trying to knock whatever it is that had taken a hold of him out.

Brigwald was on patrol. Alone. An act that was out of the question for some of the lower level Watchers. However, you might say that Brigwald had some confidence in his abilities, he was still alive after everything he had seen after all. Though, this particular day turned into one that he would come to regret. Most of his route went off without a hitch, it was actually a quiet night. Then he entered the Stone Quarter after a lap around Beggar's Alley. 

Watcher:             First Watcher Penham Fletwood

Victim:                 First Watcher Penham Fletwood, Siofran , Goldgel