Kemnebi's Demise

[Machiavelli]

The fugitive Kemnebi Shadeweaver has met his end. He may have escaped from justice once, but it seems he attempted to assassinate a Paladin by the name of Hano Fetten and was slain in the process. His body was handed over to the Sundarian authorities who deemed the killing to be a just execution and buried the corpse. The common people of Sundren seem glad that this dangerous renengade has met his end. Apparently the reward of forty thousand stags has been paid to the Triumvirate temple at Sir Hano's request.

[Lollercide]

Two travelers in a heated debate approach behind an armored figure fumbling through his sack trying to count through his scrolls and potions. The vendor in front of him glares impatiently as three scrolls is given to him on his counter. The vendor examines over the scrolls then slinks down below the counter. The man in armor turns toward the two adventurers listening to their argument while he waits.

"I swear it! I slew one hundred - Nay! A million demons! All spawned by Kemnebi himself! While I was taking on the millions and keeping Kemnebi at bay, that bastard Tormite claimed the final blow from behind and claimed my bounty and glory!"

The other replies, "S'at so? Wonders where da demon corpses went off ta -" The adventurer stutters to interrupt quickly, "T-They were deeemons! Demons you hear me!? They.. Their bodies seep down into the Nine Hells once slain!" The armored man turns away shaking his head to the now ready vendor, accepting several scrolls from the him as well as leaving a few stags on the counter. He nods to the vendor and turns around, pushing through the two adventurers behind him.

The adventurers stop their bickering immediately to comment on his rude gesture, but pause before their breath escapes them, gawking at his cape bearing Torm's Right Palm.

[Gamling]

Nulinus breathes a sigh of relief once new reaches his ears that Kemnebi is finaly dead.

[Subal]

Dagorn hears of what has happend and laughs as he drinks. I believe it is time too cause a little trouble for this holy warrior ..and his friends, *laughs and rips a peice of meat off his chicken*

[darcane]

"Another player in the game,vanquished"..Dar'Kane says to himself. The sinister looking elf ponders his next move and role he will decide to play in this ever growing story...."I plan on being the one smiling when this is all over"*Laughing wickedly*

[wangxiuming]

Alyrian hears the news and simply folds his arms across his chest impassively ... even apathetically.

[Silas North]

With excitement and intrigue in their eyes, the older children hung on every word spoken by the minstrel while their younger playmates had a hard time deviating their focus from the marionettes dancing about. One resembled a knight with shining white armor a great sword in hand. The other a man clad in black armor with a twisted spear in his wooden hands. The wooden puppets clacked against each other in mock battle.

"The epic struggle raged on! Neither of the great warriors were willing to back down. One fought for the light of Torm, the other for the tyranny of Bane."

"Boooooo..." said the children with the mention of the dark god, much to the delight of the minstrel.

"The dark priest had been pushed to his limits and knew that if he wished to best this holy warrior, he would need to draw upon all his power. He uttered a prayer to his dark god in a language spoken by the demons dwelling in the hells itself. There was a reason he spoke the language of such beasts. It was because he himself was casting a spell to become....ONE OF THEM!!" The dark priest puppet exploded in a flash of light. A simple cantrip it was, but so caught in the story were the children, many of them jumped back in surprise. Now dangling from the minstrel's left hand was a rather wicked looking beast, black of skin with red eyes and horns. The demon only a foot and a half tall, but enough to tower over the armored knight marionette who looked up at the 'beast', then to the children as if to ask 'now what?' This brought about a laugh from most of the young audience, and even a chuckle or two from the parents who watched behind them.

"The knight would not back down however." the minstrel continued. "His will was strong and his heart filled with Torm's light. The demon, so clouded by thoughts of hate could not see this within the knight and bent over, laughing sadistically at the small warrior before him. 'Mwahahaha', he bellowed You shall make a fine snack inde-"

The words of the demon marionette were cut short as the knight puppet moved foward, plunging his blade into the demon's neck.

"The demon's eyes widened as the blade sunk into his flesh. Needless to say, his confidence was long gone." the minstrel said with a smirk. "And in a puff of black flame-" Another cantrip, colored dark, engulfed the puppet in his left hand. "-The demon...was... gone." Only the knight puppet remained, doing what looked like a little dance of victory as the children applauded.

"A great terror had been bested on this day, but the knight knew his tale was far from over." The knight marionette turned toward the minstrel, who looked back. "What? You do not really think it's over already, do you?" The knight's head lowered and shook with mock frustration and exhaustion. Once again the children laughed as the minstrel stood up with a warm smile.

"And indeed my friends, young and old, the tale shall continue. And when it is complete and true peace comes over this land once more, I shall be here to tell it to all of you... with a replacement puppet mind you." With this, he held up the demon puppet hidden behind him which was ablaze. A light panic arose in the crowd til the mistrel snuffed the flame with a single breath and a smirk. It was all part of the show and once more laughter and applause arose from the crowd.

[sparkeh]

In the Prancing Patron, Peppington overhears the news of Kemnebi's demise. He gathers up all his papers documenting the disappearence of Kemnebi, sightings and campfire conversations and throws them into the fire.

"Blast it Chester, I'll never get into the Hands now."

"...Meow"

[ThePaganKing]

Elric hears of Kemnebi's demise and ponders for a minute. He then raises his wine glass, drinks the wine down in one gulp, and the turns the glass upside down on the table. Elric then goes back to the detailed drawings of the Necropolis that he had created the last time he was in the place.

[Landaren]

Hum... this is not very good.