Seth's dedication
#4 of Zion Character Bios
Don't ask where my muse got this guy from, I hold absolutely no resposabillity for him at all, its HER fault! *points at his muse and runs away*
Anyway, this one is Seth, resident of Myre.
"And furthermore, in the two days leading up to the coming Celebration Day we want you to keep your eyes open for any suspicious activity relating to the murders that have been happening over the last four years. The normal revelry can be tolerated but this string of killings must stop. So try and wrap up your normal work and see what you can find out about this scum." At last the morning brief was over.
"Hey Seth, you ready to start our patrol?" My roistered partner for today, Tharin, a light pelted wolf, asked.
"Yeah Tharin, lets get out there." I replied, making sure my sword was strait after I stood.
"So, what you think of this killer business? Think they will strike again?" He asked conversationally as we left the guardhouse.
"Don't know, its a shame we can't patrol that day, I swear if I catch the bastard he will regret he was born." I said laughingly.
Our patrol was reasonably quiet, several vendors had called out their greeting as we passed, most citizens were in high spirits leading up to the 'big day'. Unfortunately there was an element of the city who were trying to take advantage of the slight lapse in normal behaviour.
"Filthy cur, get back to your job!" I shouted, throwing a beggar out of the way of traffic.
"Damn it, every time, city starts getting a little relaxed and all the slime starts to ooze out." Tharin commented.
We continued our patrol, only noting a few other beggars.
The next day I was assigned to keeping track of the gaol, it held three 'customers' at this time. "Ahh, gentlemen, how are we today? Hope you are enjoying your stay, food ok?" I said, ladling sarcasm onto my words.
"Fucking bastard!" One prisoner yelled at me.
I stormed over to his cell and asked in a very polite tone of voice, "Would you care to repeat that?" I waited a few moments for his reply, begging him to make one, "Oh well, guess you haven't grown a pair today."
The rat in the cell I just walked away from muttered "Fucking Fox scum.".
I railed over to his cell, "You are out tomorrow is that correct you piece of filth?"
"Yeah, and you can't delay it, the cleric said I had learned my lesson and I could go home!" The skinny-as-a-whip pig stated.
"Good for you, you are a model citizen of this little house."
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The day of the revel.
Everyone had a day off today, it was a day to unwind, a day to let out everything that had pent up over the last few months, and I loved it.
Pulling the dagger from another heathen flea bag I laughed, "No way the guard can catch me, you might as well just lay down and die, because on this day, redemption is at hand!" I said to the filthy, defenceless mouse I had tied up.
I walked over to them and brought my tiny little knife to their throat, "Sleep well, wherever the goddess wills such as you." I said softly, dragging the blade sideways.
The screams from outside drowned out the other victims I had tied up, I didn't bother with a gag, this was Celebration Day, everyone should have a voice today.
"That's it, yell, beg the goddess for your forgiveness, because you shan't have any from me!"
I danced among them, cutting some throats, nicking others in various places, places I had found that a tiny cut would prove very fatal. The inner groin for instance, I loved using that one for the various whores I had found.
"Ahh, and you, my last." I said.
"Fucking prick, you ain't getting away with this, they gonna find you!" He said, screaming as I started mutilating his neck.
"And I am a Dingo, not a fucking Fox." I replied quietly, whispering into his ear.