The Misadventures of Laella Eltinsan
Volnes, day 3 of the month Fashanos in the year 5103.

One Fine Day

Bristenn and a lil' Laella walkin' through the forest, oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly, what a day.. Actually we were walking through the streets of the Landing, but that's okay. It was a fine, ordinary day in the Landing. Save for the hundreds upon hundreds of pieces of sheet metal someone had so kindly left in the backroom of the pawnshop. I took care of that though. Breeze can, indeed, be a fun spell to use. Ask me about it for details.

On the floor of the pawnshop's front room was an apparently useless drake dagger. Bristenn picked it up and we went outside, to do some experimentation with Bristenn's armor.

"HURL it at me," said Bristenn.

"Hurl?" I blinked.

"Yep, hurl it."

So I did. I wasn't very good at it, which Bristenn pointed out to me. ("Guess you can't do better than that," he said.) I showed him.

I'd never tried such a thing before, so I found it generally amusing and momentarily entertaining. I threw it a few times and stayed my readied arm.

"I'm throwing a dagger at my fiance," I thought to myself. "Oh well. It's barely hurting him. I'll just throw it one more time."

So I did. I hurled that dagger at him one more time. But little did we expect..


With a quick flick of your wrist, you deftly send a drake dagger into flight.
You throw a drake dagger at Bristenn!
AS: +24 vs DS: -11 with AvD: +10 + d100 roll: +82 = +127
... and hit for 2 points of damage!
Thrust slides along the back.
Cuts a nagging itch.

** Your drake dagger flares with a burst of flame! **
... 30 points of damage!
Right eye propelled out of socket by fiery explosion!

* Bristenn drops dead at your feet!


I'll tell you what, when you do somethin' like that, people sure do scream and yell a lot. "Murderer! Get the constable!" and whatnot. And they did get the constable, along with his posse.

"So dere ya are Laella! We've a warrant for yar arrest. Now come 'long quietly or we'll hang ya right where ya stand," said the constable.

And then I was wrestled to the ground, chained, and put onto a horse. I was taken to the jail. The constable stripped me of my possessions. Naked, I was cast into the darkness.

The door closed and I heard the rattling of keys. I was locked inside; the dirty walls seemed to be closing in on me. Bristenn's final scream, and the laughter of the constable, echoed in my mind. That and my shallow breath were my only company, save for the sound of what could only be a filthy rat scurrying about somewhere in the wretched gloom of which I was imprisoned.

The realization of what I had done finally hit me, and a scream escaped me.

I was given no time to mourn for my love, because soon after, the door swung open and I squinted as the sudden light played on my countenance. Before I could truly react, a deputy grabbed me by the arm and threw me into the midst of the town's militia. They brought me before the judge for my sentence. Cold and without my personal belongings, I fidgeted and kept my eyes on the floor.

The judge looked me over and motioned to the Bailiff, who said, "Here before ye is the malefactor Laella, accused of murder."

There was no doubt to my guilt. I was fined for 42500 silver pieces. It wasn't nearly enough silver to reach the true worth of Bristenn, though no amount of silver could.

I was told to retrieve my items within an hour, or else they would be given away. I was now free to go, and court was adjourned.

So I went to the bank so I was able to pay my fine.

The debt collector said to the bank teller, "By the powers vested in me by the Mayor of Wehnimer's, I hereby seize all assets in Laella's accounts."

Oh, what a lovely day.

Bristenn was alive and.. not well. He was blind in the right eye, and blood was coming from his ears. But I was overjoyed at seeing him again, alive. We went to pick up my things from the Constabulary, and all was well again. Except for I think the constable is keeping his eye on me now..