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Jonal Turamarth 01/78 00/56
Jonal could think of only one person he trusted, and that was actually close enough to save him from this torment, but it might mean being further enslaved to him. The one who had hired him for this job. He had to get back there. But how? And how could he convince him that the job had been completed?
There was only one thing he could do. With every last ounce of energy that he had, Jonal slid along the ground towards his sword, and with what great effort it took, was able to cut the heads off of his two victims, and then get them wrapped up in a cloth and placed into a satchel that he found laying there amongst the dead. These he would take back as proof of the job done and hopefully a good enough bribe to buy a miracle from an evil man.
It was with fruitless, however, unless he could figure out how to get back. It had been a day's walk, and at the moment, he could not see himself pulling his way across the distance with his workable two fingers on his right hand. His legs were useless, his one arm worked with great pain, and he was winded from all the effort he had just put into all that work. He lay there in the blood and gore he'd created and rested...but the pain was too great. That did not however stop the blackness from calling him as he passed out.
OOC>>>Taking a bit to get back into character, but I should be okay.
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