Suddenly, a stranger approached the Isle with a howling cry that pierced the night, "Murder!" he screamed "Murder most foul!"
"Be Calm friend." Malkiah said. "Can thou point us in the direction of thy murder scents?"
The cartographers map let loose a cloud of dust as it unfurled to the floor, the location was given, a party was formed
Lord Jade,Lord Malkiah and Lord Delamore began the journey to the location, scents were gathered, the stalking began.
Soon, the fiends village was discovered.
Scouting intel provided the outline of a village of 6+ men strong, many who seemed to have active scents and murders out at the time, but showed no fear in doing so.
Up till now, their targets had been players of lesser quality then them, yet they themselves had no armor worth speaking off.
We laughed when we noticed one of them had a bronze helmet.
Scents indicated one of the criminals was off his hearth fire and leaving the village, I rallied the men and we charged onto the beach.
Upon seeing the three of us, the group of five active inside the village closed their gates and ran inside houses.
"Cowards!" Screamed Lord Malkiah.
A new plan was formed, gathering the scents we returned home to perform the dirty deeds of dark summoning.
Using high quality materials, we summoned powerful adversaries. They began to seek out the evil for which they had been summoned to destroy.
A mere few hours later, the deed was done.
The Ironborn have brought justice to the land. What is dead, may never die.
To the friends of this foul fiend, see you soon.
