Post by Invalid Username on Mar 1, 2008 8:06:00 GMT -5
I met him in a run down pub in the Beggar's Nest. A sorry, broken excuse for someone of celestial descendence. Who'd have thought an Aasimar could turn to alcoholism? But here he was, grasping for evey last copper I'd give him for his story. After ordering a mug of bub for the both of us, he settled down to tell the tale, his one good eye practically boring into me as he leant forward, speaking in a hushed tone.
"You want to know about the Mercykillers? Or The Read Death as they're more commonly known. They're hard men and woman, all of them. Life divided between black and white, right and wrong. Law is the only thing that matters to them. You break the law, you pay the price. Lately, however, the penalty for even minor transgressions of the law seemed unusually and unnecessarily harsh. Tales are whispered of petty thefts being dealt with with harsh punishments. A loaf of bread stolen once might have brought about a fine twice the cost of the loaf. Now it brings a dozen lashes of the whip. Prisoners, once dealt with hard but fair, are locked away with no repeal, no chance of trying to prove themselves again. The current factol is young, but rules the Mercykillers with an iron fist. Tales are told of grumblers, those who dared murmur about the wrongness of the situation, being thrown into their own prisons, to be left to the mercy (or lack thereof) of those they had sent there in the first place. So, now ytou know a little bit about the Mercykillers, the policeman of Sigil, if you will. Let me tell you, berk, what you know of them now is nothing. Here, I'll tell you about one of their number, just to get a feel..."
\\ More to come when i am not so tired
"You want to know about the Mercykillers? Or The Read Death as they're more commonly known. They're hard men and woman, all of them. Life divided between black and white, right and wrong. Law is the only thing that matters to them. You break the law, you pay the price. Lately, however, the penalty for even minor transgressions of the law seemed unusually and unnecessarily harsh. Tales are whispered of petty thefts being dealt with with harsh punishments. A loaf of bread stolen once might have brought about a fine twice the cost of the loaf. Now it brings a dozen lashes of the whip. Prisoners, once dealt with hard but fair, are locked away with no repeal, no chance of trying to prove themselves again. The current factol is young, but rules the Mercykillers with an iron fist. Tales are told of grumblers, those who dared murmur about the wrongness of the situation, being thrown into their own prisons, to be left to the mercy (or lack thereof) of those they had sent there in the first place. So, now ytou know a little bit about the Mercykillers, the policeman of Sigil, if you will. Let me tell you, berk, what you know of them now is nothing. Here, I'll tell you about one of their number, just to get a feel..."
\\ More to come when i am not so tired