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Just a few days after his departure, Murdoch was back and made shore in his beloved Sunrise city. He stepped onto the quay, and his knees almost buckled after the time at the rolling sea, and he righted himself and looked about with a determined gaze. He was back...to face the Lady of Fate and her cruel moods, and he smiled grimly at that prospect.
Sterling was safe, as safe as any child could be in this world, and Murdoch was free to focus on his own ambitions.
The chalice of Sorrow, somehow he would find it, and by drinking from it he would gain enough power to obliterate anyone that stood in his path...
Woe to those that would.....

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Drawn by the rumour of a manslaying wolf, Murdoch arrived at the Averlorn Inn just before dusk. For a few hours, while riding slowly through the predusk gloom of the forest, he had felt eyes watching, and despite his bravery, it sent shivers down his spine.
At the Inn, he turned his mount into the hands of a stableboy, and with a few words of precaution to the boy about the stallions foul mood, and with a few coins to the dirty lads pockets, he made for the Inn's door.
On the porch to the Inn, and at the moment he placed his hand on the doorknob, he heard something from behind, the snapping of a small branch followed by a low growl, and his heart almost missed a beat from the startlement he felt. Murdoch slowly turned about, his hand drawn to the hilt of his sword by instinct and reflexes, and he caught movement from behind a fallen log. Something reflected the Inn's light...was it eyes? Yes, he could clearly see a shadowy form slink away behind the log....
Murdoch slowly advanced towards the log, and as he approached, a loud growl was heard, and there it was...the wolf!
'Could it be?' he thought with both hope and fright, the confusion evident on his face. He squatted down, and with the most calm and soothing voice he could master he spoke to it "Don't be afraid, I mean you no harm!"
The wolf backed away from him, further into the brush of the forest, and Murdoch noticed he had his sword still drawn, so he sheathed it, and once again he called out to the wolf. "A...Adella?"
Suddenly a man approached from behind him and went towards the wolf, and knight by the look of him, and Murdoch cursed inside, he felt as if he had somwhow reached through, but now the moment was gone. The knight went boldly up to the wolf and talked to it, but instead of backing away, the wolf bit his calf, and the knight cried out in pain. Murdoch's moment of hesitation was over, and he ran forward flailing his arms and screaming from the top of his lungs, and the wolf sneaked away, frightened by his charge.
When Murdoch came up to the man, he saw it was a knight named Uzziel Nefzen, a paladin of some reknown, and the bite turned out to be shallow and the paladin quickly healed it with his divine powers. After some slight arguing, the two of them came up with a plan as how to catch the wolf, after Murdoch explained that it might be his presumedly dead wife inside that beastly form. Murdoch circled around it, while Uzziel taunted it into a charge, and as the wolf and the paladin began to fight, Murdoch snuck up from behind to knock the wolf to the gorund with his shield. The plan worked, but the two fighters had not anticipated the wolf's quick reflexes, nor it's prodigious strength, and it made it's escape, despite their efforts. The paladin followed with eager and bold conviction, but Murdoch lingered outside the Inn, his mind in turmoil. He had found Adella, of that there was no doubt, since the wolf had spoken to them, and at one point, Adella's voice cut through the malicious voice of the beast, letting out a cry of anguish and plea. The word she cried out was 'help'! Simple as that, but it cut straight through Murdoch's mind into his heart, and he stood for a while, lost. His cheeks turned wet with unshed tears of grief, of shame and of dishonor from vows broken, yet he wiped them away, his face more stern than ever before, and followed the paladin deeper into the woods. The tracks were easy enough to read, despite his lacking skills, and he caught up to them near a lone house on a half-hidden trail south, and he evaluated the scene before him.
The paladin was lightly wounded, but the wolf was in far worse shape, and the two stood locked in a stalemate, none of them daring any sudden moves. Murdoch slowly moved up on the wolf from behind, and the quickthinking paladin started talking to the wolf with a loud voice, moving about and making quick charges against it, to lead it's attention away from Murdoch, who at the last made a dive at the wolf, grappling it in his strong arms. The move was successful, and the wolf was caught, finally. Uzziel tied the thrashing wolf's paws together, and it started to convulse in violent spasms.
In one eerie moment, it looked as if a red shadowy wolf charged right out of Adella and away through the forest, and soon after she lay in Murdoch's arms, her humanity restored.
With alarm, Murdoch and Uzziel noted that she didn't breath, nor did her heart beat, and with joined forces, they began to bring her back the warrior way. Uzziel worked her chest, while Murdoch gave her the warriors kiss, breathing down her lungs until life came back into her.
Murdoch lifted her frail body tenderly, and carried her all the way back to Solinar, with Uzziel as an escort, and with the same conviction the paladin had showed earlier, he fought off wild beasts and orcs alike to keep the two safe from harm, but not without injuries.
Once safely at home, Murdoch placed Adella in her bed, washed her clean and tucked her in to sleep, all the while his mind raced along destructive paths....what was he to do now, what was he to tell her? He didn't know....

If he found the chalice, his dishonor and shame might be forgiven, so with Adella safe in her bed, he made it back to the library to continue his wanton search...of a higher purpose.

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The towering giant advanced warily towards the tiny steelclad creature before him, his eyes darting back and forth, seeking the true danger. Somehow two of his massive Kin lay dead around the little man, a small one clad in black and yellow, holding a tiny little needle in his hand. When the giant didn't see any other threats in the vicinity, he decided that whatever killed his Kin had disappeared, and his ugly face split into a huge grin.
"Me crush you, deadyoubeee!" he bellowed as he started to rush a charge, flailing with his treeclub...
The tiny little human nimbly stepped aside from the charge and the mighty club struck harmlessly deep into the soft soil. Kraggluk the Mighty, which was the giants name, turned with a furious bellow, and he noticed a stinging pain in his left calf. He stopped his attack and lowered his gaze to his leg, and he noticed a long cut that bled freely, a dull ache sending waves of pain up to his tiny little brain.
A roar filled the air and Kraggluk charged again towards the little man, who bravely stood his ground. At the very last moment, the human dived forward in a spin, a dive the ended with a hard impact against Kraggluks belly. The man bounced back and fell on his face in the soft soil, slowly turning in his heavy armor, and Kraggluk roared with laughter. The little man didn't even try to flee, he just lay there struggling to remove his helmet, and Kraggluk stopped to watch, the residues of his laughter still shaking his mighty body.
"Yous be dead, me now crush!" he said, but he stopped in his tracks as the human got his helmet off. What he saw was a pale face laughing and eyes as cold as ice staring up at him, and the little one started to speak between fits of laughter.
"No you ugly whoreson, I'm not dead. You are...." his voice broke into yet another laughter, but the human managed to raise his hand and point towards Kraggluk's belly. At that time, at the very moment he lowered his eyes to see what the human pointed at, the giant's knees started to buckle and his eyes started to dim. His last sight was of his own intestines spilled on the ground and around his own legs, he even stood on some of it, and the last he heard was the tiny humans evil laughter......

Murdoch walked over and frisked the mighty body, but to his dismay, he only found trinkets of bone and a few coins. He wiped his blade on the giants lioncloth, his body still high on adrenaline and he looked about after signs of more giants..

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It wasn't surprising at all how easy the lies flew from his mouth. Many years spent in the darker parts of the known world had made them second nature to him, and now he used them to mislead and miscredit those that interfered..

The days passed numbly by and Murdoch's mind slowly turned more twisted and malicious, aided by something he couldn't discern, like something seen in the corner of your eye. There were times when he knew something was terribly wrong, when he despaired for his lacking empathy, for the love he'd lost and the things he'd done, but those times grew farther apart...

He eagerly opened the book and stared at the glowing letters.....his mind lost to the books puzzle, his eyes filled with greed. The treasure would be his, no matter how many corpses he'd have to walk over to get it...

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"The light has left me, now only darkness remains"

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excerpt from the journals of Murdoch McRose, the twice Fallen
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This is an attempt to account for resent events that led me and fellow adventurers and heroes to decend into the frosen plains of hell and to cross the river Styx. Most of what came to pass are just blurry images in the back of my head, but I think I have grasped the main events.
It started when I battled a particularly nasty bandit on the threshold to the Avelorn forest. He fought like possessed and I was in a losing situation when he stumbled on a root and fell forward. Instincts saved me from his thrust and the same instincts made me pierce him through his throat as I dived out of harms way. Battered, cut and bleeding I searched the corpse and found a black-bound book.
I returned to Solinar to tend my wounds and rejuvenate at the Inn, and when I later sat on my room, I scanned the foul-looking book casually. Something caught my eyes when I flipped the pages, and I returned to a page that shone with glowing letters. I read the words...
" I am the son of Yogh and Mayogh, tumbling down the mountain and beneath the gates. Who shalt have the secret of my treasure? Of eternal power, that all who lives debates?" Reading those words are one of the few things I can remember clearly of the last month or so, because by reading those words, I unleashed a powerful devil that had been bound by the book, and it possessed me. (I was later told that the devil's name was Ráza Xzúl, and that he was the brother of the Eternal Cheater)
I can not account for events after that sinister moment with great accuracy, but I'll try.
One thing that is certain, is that I was changed by my role as a host for such an atrocity, and I neither can nor wish to re-tell all the deeds I did and comitted during that time. A few events must be written down though, and I'll dress them here with ink.
My wife left me, and I cannot tell if it was because her love had already gone, as mine had, or if she couldn't deal with my subtle change. I will not persue the matter, since I am content with the result. My heart was already dead and broken when it happened. Other close friends tried different approaches, and I noted a few in my blurry haze. Hanar, ever reliant, stood by my side through it all, never to waver as a solid rock, and though I'm now empty, he's the one I respect the most. Pelgrin, the religious zealot, stood by in his beliefs, despite my attempts at discrediting him, and I must respect him too, though he was outright hostile. None other earned any respect from my part during that time, which I will now leave.
In my numb haze, I took one day at a time, ever searching for the gate, but I had no success until one day in the plains west of Solinar, by the ancient tree. According to eyewitnesses on the scene, I started to glow with the evil red glow of hell, reciting the lines from the book while fiends materialized out of volcanoes that erupted from the soft soil, spilling forth, chanting about their master's return. Seconds after, a pain of such delicacy you can never imagine tore me apart as the devil burst forth from my fleshy shell.
As I've been told, Vaern Dawnlight, another friend that acted respectfully during my possessed days, saved me by praying to some divinity, channeling magic to snatch my soul back from the void and healing my ruined body. In afterthought, as I now contemplate the events, he should have left me for dead. Not all of me came back from that dreary void, some part of my soul was lost forever and I came back incomplete.
The devil Ráza Xzúl left towards the Zheradan Mountains, leaving a trail of lava and smoke, and me and the others struggled to follow, battling the devils minions on the way. (to any possible reader of this, note that my accounts of the events is incomplete from my previous ordeal) We eventually reached a cave high up in those mountains, and we descended (much like my soul) into the the cold pits of the underworld. After much struggle against hounds shrouded in shadow and other foul creatures, we reached three gates which were passed without much trouble. The one we chose led to a big gate on which I used a key we recieved by some creature we managed to release. As I stood and tried to use the key, I died yet again. I woke up in the most desolate and bonechilling cold land that can possible be fathomed along with Nathan, a young half-dragon and Alastor, a winged immortal, and eventually we reached the river Styx. On the other side stood the rest of our band, and the ferryman had no intention of ferrying us back to the side of the living. At that time, Alastor flew both me and Nathan to the other side of the river, and somehow that action restored a balance that had been breached, and the river turned tide and washed the foulness off the land.
That was my feeble attempt at trying to describe the events that led to my second fall, and I am certain that I did not to it justice, nor the heroes that had a hand in it's conclusion. If any of you ever read this journal, pray forgive me for no slight was ever intended.
I am now free of my possessor and the realm has avoided a fate crueller than imaginable, yet I cannot feel rejoice, not even relief. My soul and my spirit is numb, devoid of all the feelings I had before he took hold of my soul, and I cannot even despair.
The only time that I feel alive, is in the presence of death.....

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....and I seek his company as often as I can.

I battled and defeated a towering white dragon yesterday in a deep cave in the Zheradan Chasm, and it fell before me. During the fight, my blood boiled and my heart and my mind raced with the blissful surge of extasy, but as soon as it lay dead before me, the feeling was gone, replaced by the void. I felt no pride or joy for my hard-won victory, not even remorse or sadness for the end of such a beautiful beast.
It's time to seek the next fight, to feel life inside me again, even though it's only for the moment.

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excerpt from the journals of Murdoch McRose, twice Fallen knight
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Dragons, beauty and terror in an awe-inspiring mix. In the murdering heat of the Kallaha desert I added a piece of red dragon scale to my collection that now numbers several colours. I lack a few, but I'm sure they'll be added soon enough.
I took part of a ruse that was meant to help the young Gabriel Scarbo escape the clutches of his enemies. It didn't work as planned, and the ridiculous fake wings I wore got broken in the thrilling fight that stained the dry sand with blood and gore.
We were successful in keeping the enemy from the coppers' heels, and dragons and men alike fell with equal grace to mine and my comrades' steel.
The void inside me is starting to crumble, and old pains have surfaced once more inside. I miss Nicha, and I want to know what Fate met her....

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Murdoch seems to have come to terms with himself...finally. Rarely seen these days, spending most of his time either at home with his son or in the military barracks, where he seems to have made friends with a score of soldiers of both the Guard and the Regional Sentry.

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excerpt from the journals of Murdoch McRose
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While exploring the upper borders of the giant realm, high in Zheradan, I once again stumbled upon the dreadful cave that leads deep into the core of the earth, and further into the fiery pits of Hell itself. Stupidity, or perhaps a deep urge within to get answers made me descend into the dark.
In a huge deserted hall, deep below the Zheradan soil, I heard faint footsteps getting closer, and prepared myself in the shade of a huge boulder. Imagine my surprise when Richard Steel, a fellow knight appeared! After some pleasantries we were about to continue the explorations when a sinsiter band of fiends and half-fiends appeared, led by a she-devil. They had our escape effectively blocked, and we prepared ourselves to make them pay hard for our lives, but instead of attacking, the she-devil spoke to us, offering to fulfill our wishes in exchange for a service.
The deal was for us to travel further down into the malicious caves in order to get an object of immense worth from a foe of hers. Thus we set forth and soon encountered a towering balor, who attacked us. We stood our ground and he soon fled, dropping something as he did. It turned out to be a foul-reeking sword, that as soon as I took hold of it started to sap my strength away. At that point, the she-devil appeared and ordered us to hand the sword over.
We couldn't of course, let such a powerful item of utter evil fall into her hands so we escaped in the balors wake further down. A great battle unsued and we found ourselves despereately fighting for our lives. Richard fell to their might, but I managed to annihilate them all, and then used my ressurection rod on Richard's body, bringing him back to the living.
After the fierce battle, weary and weak from the swords draining powers as I was, we made a run for it, and managed our escape. Our plan was to have the sword destroyed, but when we got back to Solinar, we were refused by several clerics, and not even Nathan, the Mastersmith could offer any help. A cleric of great power, locked in conversation with Nathan advicd us to return the foul sword back to the dark in which we found it. He claimed the sword was alive, though sleeping, and that it belonged in the dark. Lost to any other solution, we concurred and set forth back to the cave from which we just had escaped.
The return journey was uneventful, as was our second decent, and on a narrow bridge, deep below the mountain, we threw the sword into the dark depth below, in the hope that none would even find it. Satisfied we returned to Solinar and parted ways.
Despite the slight drawback of the sword's destruction, the day turned out to be one to remember, since I later that day met two lovely ladies by the name of Aerane and Bree Hull. I think we got along good, and they were so liberating immodest and straightforward that I will have a hard time forgetting our mutual bath. I hope to see them again soon....

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"Wipe that grin off your face Baron! It doesn't become you" Corporal Higgs said with a sour tone as he placed another card in front of himself.
"Ha, eat that you fake noble!" he continued with a tone full of malicious glee.
Murdoch calmly watched his own cards, and frowned slightly, his poker-face crumbling as he saw his imminent doom displayed in his hand. With a sigh he threw the cards on the table, yielding the game in favour of the Corporal.
The Corporal grinned viciously, collecting the gold at the table, then squinted an eye up at Murdoch.
"So...who is she?" he asked indifferently, as if he really didn't care much.
Murdoch didn't answer, in fact it seemed he hadn't even heard the question, he just sat watching the window with a sheepish smile.
"Huh? What did you say Higgs?" Murdoch said with a faint voice, his thoughts obviously far away from the gloomy barrack he was in.
"Who's the damn lass that has you drewling? You look like an utter fool in case you didn't know" Higgs said with a disgusted tone as he slid the gold down into his pouch. "I'm not one to complain thought, fake-Baron, this gold was easily aqcuired." He chuckled humourously and once again squinted at Murdoch, who looked back with a wry smile.
"She's an avalanche, but we haven't gotten to know each other that well yet, but I sure intend too"
Corporal Higgs barked a harsh laugh and waved dismissively at Murdoch.
"Bah....you make me sick with that mumbo-jumbo talk...avalanche huh! My ass, I'd say you're infatuated, despite your claims never to become again"
The two men left the shady room and exited into the compound, where several sentries were exchanging blows during swordpractice. One of the Captains overseeing the training spotted Murdoch and Higgs and quickly stood himself at attention, saluting Murdoch.
"Baron McRose, would you do us the honour of participating in the sword-practice?" the Captain said with an expectant tone.
"I'm afraid not Captain, not today, but I'll be here as usual tomorrow morning"
The Captain couldn't hide his disappointment, but saluted again as Murdoch left the compound. Higgs lingered long enough to whisper to the Captain something about wool-headed Barons and women from hell, and they both exchanged knowing smiles.
The two warriors walked from the compound, side by side, saying nothing, but they both seemed content with that. A few pleasantries were exchanged with people they passed and soon the two reached the Inn in which they both settled at a shady table with ales at hand.
"So Murd, are you ever gonna tell me who the lass is, or am I gonna have to drag it from you with a plier?" Higgs asked sourly.
Murdoch released a low chortle, fixing his black eyes on Higgs.
"Alright you Arch-scoundrel, I'll tell you. Her name is Bree, and she's the most beautiful woman you could ever imagine, and in your case that's really something, since I know your imagination is vast. Perhaps that's due to the fact it's only there you ever meet women" Murdoch mused, struggling to keep a plain face as he saw the feigned hurt in Corporal Higgs' face. Higgs muttered an obscenity as Murdoch continued.
"She's spiritful, to say the least, immodest and liberatingly straightforward in her manners. I never thought I'd let myself to feel again...." his voice trailed off and he looked around the room, obviously a bit discomforted.
"I knew it, you old fool" Higgs replied with a triumphant cry. "The high and mighty Baron is smitten!" He laughed harshly until he met Murdoch's gaze and fell silent under the peculiar look in Murdoch's face.
"Reaper's balls, Baron. You really are, aren't you?" Higgs downed his ale in one long sweep and slammed the tankard down at the table.
"Alright then, let me know if I can help" he continued with a more even tone. "I'm a sucker for happy endings" Higgs said with a wry grin.
Murdoch looked at him and smiled back, just as wryly. He nodded slightly.
"As a matter of fact there is Higgs, you see, I have this letter I want you to deliver to Midfield. If you require gold, I'll give it to you, but I'd consider it a great favour if you would deliver it to her."
"Give me the damned letter, I'll make sure she gets it" Higgs said while desperately trying to get the serving-wench's attention.

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// Cool. Good work so far. =)

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"You're a really strange man Baron, you know that?" Higgs said while squinting at Murdoch who sat with his ale in the chair opposite of the half-drunken Corporal.
"I am?" Murdoch replied with a wry grin while he carefully sipped his ale and watched the barmaid, Tania, sway past.
"'Course ye are you sorry excuse of a man, of course you are. One day you toddle in the wake of that blond thing, drooling like ye never seen female flesh before, the next you swoon over that former wife of yours, looking like ye sold ye butter and then dropped the gold, hee, hee!" Higgs shook his head with a disgusted scowl.
Murdoch couldn't help himself from laughing, while Higgs sat staring as in disbelief, picking his nose absentmindedly.
"That's nice and fair, mock the caring brother of arms, oh yes, dismiss his advice like you must have dismissed the use of that brain of yours, har, har!" Higgs slapped his own knee while bursting into a fit of laughter of his own until he felt the other patron's eyes on him, but he still chuckled slightly, his shoulders rolling from the mirth he felt.
"I'll tell you what fake-Baron! You go visit the Brothel and get that itch satisfied, and then you can let them play their silly games with someone else, or you'll soon be the laughing-stock of this whole town" Higgs leaned back with a satisfied smile, looking a bit surprised at his own stunning wisdom.
Murdoch looked up at him, smiling slightly while he ran a hand through his black hair.
"Yeah, I guess you're right Higgs! The only woman that's stuck with me through all my years is Lady Fate, and she's a bitch"

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Murdoch motioned the men to stand down, and as one united body, the squad behind him crouched down in cover of the brush. Murdoch squinted through the gloom of dusk towards a large contingent of orcs that were camped around two huge bonfires in the center of a clearing straight ahead. A cool breeze rustled the leaves around Murdoch and the men, and an orc sentinel perked his ears, raised his jagged blade and squinted towards the brush, but he saw and heard nothing. The squad had blackened their armour and weapons with charcoal, and the armour were all padded and well-oiled to avoid unnecessary sounds. The orc sentinal grunted something inaudible and his fellow brutes barked harsh-sounding laughs to the sentinel's dismay. He sat down again, oblivious to the danger.
Murdoch watched for a few more minutes, then nodded ever so faintly. Once again the men behind him acted as a united body and rose, then took two fast steps forward. With crossbows raised, the men aimed and fired their explosive quarrels right down into the bonfires, and while the camp below turned into chaos and flaming death, Murdoch led his men down into a bold charge.
Five fast strides brought Murdoch to the core of the dazed and confused orcs, and his magic sword swept in arcs, left and right, severing limbs, splashing blood and gore. A particulary nasty and big orc suddenly blocked Murdoch's way, and only with his experience did he manage to avoid a great blow from the orc's spiked axe, it only brushed his shoulderplate, bouncing off to fasten itself in one of Murdoch's fellow men. The man fell away dead, but the orc lost it's grip on the axe. Murdoch's momentum brought him straight into the mighty orc, head-butting it with his steel helmet, braking it's jaw in a gush of blood. With no room to strike with his sword, he pulled his pigsticker from his belt and shoved it up under the broken jaw and further into the orc's brain. It sagged with a gurgle to the ground, and suddenly the quick but bloody fight was over.
Murdoch panted hard and pulled off his blood-smeared helmet, surveying the destruction and mayhem he and his men had spread. Almost fifty orcs lay dead and mutilated around the clearing, and only three of his own men had fallen, and of those, only one would never wield a sword again. It was the man that had been hit by the axe that bounced off of Murdoch's armour. The squad healer walked around and did his work with cutter, potions and needles, while Murdoch and Corporal Higgs looted the camp.
" 'Ey Baron, look at this!" Higgs bellowed from across the clearing, near a tent made from human skin. Higgs were holding a crude map up for Murdoch to look at, and Murdoch snatched it from Higgs' hands with a curse.
"Damn, they mean to strike at Solinar, let's settle our gear, we need to return with haste to Solinar" Murdoch barked orders for the men, and within a few minutes, the squad was ready for a rushed march back to Solinar.

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Murdoch and Higgs played dice with some of the recruits, and Higgs cheated like usual. None of the wide-eyed recruits offered any objections though, either in fear of Higgs temper, or in respect of Murdoch, because there could be no doubt what was going on, Higgs was not one for subtlety. Murdoch sat watching, being outed in the first throw, grinning sheepishly, a dreamlike haze to his eyes.
Higgs paused from his cursing and peered at Murdoch with a frown on his lips. "You look utterly stupid with that grin Baron, in case you didn't know. As a friend of yours, and you can't have many beside me when you look like that, I feel it's my obligation to make such things clear to you." Higgs returned his attention to the game with a pleased smile, then a victorious bellow. "Ha, ye maggots, cough'em up to old Higgs, I think that ends the session" Higgs pulled the gold and the trinkets from the table and then further down into his many pockets, while one of the recruits offered a weak objection, effectively silenced by a nasty scowl from Higgs.
The lads trailed off with downcast eyes, after briefly saluting Murdoch, and Murd knew that was the last time they'd let themselves be fooled by Higgs, and he smiled slightly. A valuable lesson for them. A hard punch into his gut brought him back to the present, and he leaned double from the pain. "What was that for?" he managed to cough while struggling for his lost breath.
"I thought I'd bring you back from those clouds, Murd. Now, tell me! Who is she?" Higgs crossed his arms on his chest after showing Murdoch his clenched fist as a warning not to let anything back in his reply.
Murdoch chuckled, then grinned again, nodding. "Alright, alright, you blackmailer! It's Bree, she's finally back! And yes, we are together, and yes, I love her madly! In fact, I'm head over heels bewitched by her, she's grand, priceless and excuisitely beautiful"
Higgs walked away without a word, smiling slightly to himself, in fact glad his friend looked so very happy, the walk away was so that Murdoch wouldn't notice, now he thought Higgs left in contempt. He had a reputation to uphold...

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