Death in Mor Dhona

[Zael Aders]

Decorated Hero Found Dead in Mor Dhona

 

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It's a shocking state of affairs when murders occur daily in the city-states, but when a 

decorated member of the Immortal Flames is found dead, it makes one wonder the price to our humanity that the horrible way of life is taking. 

 

 

Flame Commander John Roath, or 'Ironman' as he was known to friends, was found hanging from the ceiling of one of the store-rooms in the recently opened 'House of Splendors' in Mor Dhona. All signs seem to point to suicide - a chair tipped from under the man, no signs of him being forcibly bound, and no wounds. All this begs the question though: Who or what drove this honourable man to suicide?

 

 

Several witnesses report seeing a couple clad in dark robes enter the House and leave again no more than a bell before the body was found. Was it a domestic dispute? A former lover who came to deliver scornful words that drove this man to his end? Fellow Flames members said that the man had no lovers or companions, so perhaps the darkly robed figures have a more shadowy involvement.

 

 

Unfortunately, with Mor Dhona gathering focus, Dhoman immigrants and adventurers flowing through daily, the figures may never be seen again. All this reporter can do is wonder why this man chose to commit suicide, and why not openly murdered.

 

 

With all the guards looking out to protect to growing settlement, the dangers and fears of imperials and monsters from the wild, it makes you wonder if anyone is looking in, protecting the people from what might come inside.

 

 

Article by editor Zuzuki Tutuki

[Siha]

The blonde Miqo'te's expression crumples into one of disappointment and sadness, "Another life gone, how sad...and someone honored in the Flames no less. That poor man" her eyes continue scanning the page and she raises a brow at some of the rest of the article, shadowy figures leaving not an hour before and the death being suspicious...

 

The woman neatly folds the paper and tucks it into her bag, diverting from her course towards an early breakfast tea and instead heading back to the HQ for her branch. Maybe it was worth pointing out to the others, and maybe even worth looking into, one could never be certain. She'd just have to visit that new tea shop another morning.

[Askier]

Ki Grimsong blew mint smoke from his mouth as he read the story with his lone, black eye. 

 

"So a dead person is dead, how is this story even -noose-?  Hopefully the paper won't leave us hanging too long and cut this journalist loose."

 

The miqo'te tossed his paper over his shoulder and left the Quicksand without paying for his breakfast.