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A Merchant's House of Cards (CLOSED RP)

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Desmond Aryll Desmond Aryll Find all posts by this user The Red Stag Posts:365 Joined:Jul 2013 Character:Desmond Aryll Linkshell:Driftwood Coast Server:Gilgamesh Reputation: 19 RE: A Merchant's House of Cards (CLOSED RP) | #16 10-29-2013, 07:23 PM (This post was last modified: 10-29-2013, 07:24 PM by Desmond Aryll.) Desmond slid the dagger into Garston's belly. There was just the barest resistance before the skin broke. The man seized up, his eyes going wide. He made a face, as if trying to listen to something Garston was saying, "Shhh, hush now. We agreed dramatics were futile, yes? ...Excellent." Desmond put his face very close to the other's. His fingers slipped from around Garston's throat and patted his cheek in a comforting manner. He whispered, "this is just. You know it."

BlessedSilence BlessedSilence Find all posts by this user Member Posts:111 Joined:Sep 2013 Character:Asdrellia Pemberton Server:Gilgamesh Reputation: 3 RE: A Merchant's House of Cards (CLOSED RP) | #17 10-29-2013, 07:37 PM (This post was last modified: 10-30-2013, 01:43 AM by BlessedSilence.) He felt the point at his stomach a moment before it punctured skin and innards, tearing all in it's wake.  His body stiffened, focusing on nothing but one thought. I.  Will.  Die. "No ... not like this ..." He tried to grab at the man's hand, but when he touched it, Desmond only pushed the dagger farther in.  Garston's face twisted in pain and fear.  Everything he gained, all the information, all the gil, all the land and power, they were totally worthless to him now. And this man was taking it all away from him. "Shhh, hush now. We agreed dramatics were futile, yes? ...Excellent." It was hard for him to focus.  Garston blinked a few times, the blur around the corners of his vision worsened and darkened as Desmond leaned closer.  The words the man said sounded like he was speaking from inside a tunnel. "This is just. You know it." Desmond patted Garston's cheek gently, one last insult to the man.  Garston could do nothing, feeling his life slip away, soaked up by his silken nightgown. ~~~~~~~ The next morning would find his servant screaming for the guard.  Garston, the man known as one of the most influential merchants in Ul'Dah, was dead, surrounded by an empty wineglass, a brass bell, and a dagger resting in his stomach.

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