A Baby’s Burial

Sire,

It is with great sorrow that I tell you that one of the Redbeard Clan has fallen; my daughter. It was in the Eastern Territory. that this horror occurred. It was morning when I received a knock on the door of the guest room I was in. I have been the guest of the Mayor of this town and his brother, the owner of Gold Coast Trading Company. The curator came with a package wrapped in brown paper with a note. As I had been to this region before and it was a gift that I had received before I accepted the package but did not open it but instead read the letter attached.

Inside the note was the details of the torture of my darling little Boduri. In the box was the body of my yearling. Tears ran down my cheeks as the messenger watched as a grown dwarf begin to cry. I thanked him and bid him to leave as I began to fall on my knees and weep over the package. My friends came to the hall wondering what was the matter only to face a sword and red eyed dwarf who was now screaming, telling them not to touch the box. Mini, I never got the chance to see her smile or hear her voice and now my reward for working hard for the gods was death. Thoth, I wish that I could of changed the kidnapping of Mary. I should not of sent her to Bizantium. I am a monster.

I began to shake and cry again while my friends, the scions of CrIsis, helped me take the box outside and confirm my fears. With magic put into place, we opened the box. The horror was so heart sinking. I almost threw up. There was my little one with a face of terror and horror. Her hair was so red so beautiful and now covered with death; her death. On her eyes were sewn buttons to keep her from seeing. That bastard.

I screamed and ranted I wanted to draw my sword and kill myself but Xerx’ses wouldn’t allow it. He’s a good minotaur. While I ranted and swerved kicking and attempting to punch, the psychic healed my mind. I don’t know how long it is for because the images are still in my mind.

The team opted to know more about her murderer and who and how he/she was involved. This monster killed a whole village to make a point with our wizard and my friend Xerx’ses and now was pushing it further with my loved ones. Tyvernos beware.

After using our psionics we had an idea that it was in fact a demon that was behind the hunt and murder of the families of CrIsis and he will pay. The team gave me some space as I took Rogtilda to give my little ruby a proper burial in the waters of the Eastern Seas. I almost didn’t come back to shore and almost dived in myself. I watched as the burning funeral float eventually sink. Her soul is now with Isis.

Mini, I have buried many mates, lovers and grandparents but never a child. It hurt so bad. Mary must of weeped for days knowing the body of our little girl was gone and going back to her father. Oh Mary, I am so sorry that I was not there to defend you. To keep you safe. Mini, keep your guard up. Guard your wife and children (should you have any). Protect your brothers and sisters, your cousins, aunts and uncles, grandparents and great grandparents. Our family is in grave danger. Our island is in grave danger. Our country is in grave danger. Don’t run Majesty, get every priest prepared to destroy this beast. He will want to come.

Overkill.
Written by Overkill on the 24th of Pegasus in the 1st year of King Minischmee.