Seaver

§Author’s note: This story was based on logs of in-game events. Especially the dialogues were taken from logs and screenshots as this bit of RP was perhaps some of the most intense either player had had on those particular characters. In fact, the life of one of the characters was literally laying in the balance of a cointoss behind the scenes. Whether or not they make it out alive is something I will leave for you to discover by reading it.

Thud. Thud. Thud.  Time and again, the sound came in bursts of three from somewhere in the shadows of the Bree prison, in the area where the training dummies were kept.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Each time the vicious-looking axe hit home, the dull sound of metal upon leather-enforced wood filled the area.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Overhead to the right, overhead to the left, a clean cleave right through the middle.

(The page is scribbled in a clean and tidy Tengwar. However, there are some ink blobs here and there, indicating it was written in haste, or that the author must have simply been too slobby)

 *She props her chin in her palm, her elbow square upon the long rich oaken table littered with tankards, her free hand occasionally stroking the head of her sleeping son  who lays warmly against her chest within an ornate sling.  Taking ink and quill, she begins to write in her cloth bound book*

I killed him, I did it today, I can still smell the blood. After these years I finally tracked down the man responsible for all my woe and misery, the man who robbed me of house, home, rank and honour