[color=bc8dbf][b]MALAKI:[/b][/color]


A mans body suddenly collapsed at the Reptilian mans feet, body bloodied and mangled, ripped and torn, bashed and bludgeoned. His skull crushed, squashed into a fine paste outside maplestead, in the forests leading toward it. The mans corpse was disturbing, as its entire body was broken and squashed in several places, as if it had been crushed completely. That is indeed what happened. Standing over the mans corpse stood the Knight, a large warhammer rested on his shoulder, looking down at the pulverized dead body with a look of remorse. Malaki spoke, tired and painfully, on the verge of tears.

[color=a187be]"Why...? This could all have been avoided if you just listened... Did you think fighting me... Was going to get you any gold? Why couldn't you have simply asked... I could have freed you from your starvation, put you onto a better path, a path where you didn't need to die so needlessly...! I didn't want to kill you... But you left me no... other... choice...!"[/color]

His last few words were forced before the Drakenheir gripped his chest and let out a held back snarl, the disease inside him started to boil, his blood raised in temperature, and all he could feel with a painful sting, like a million daggers piercing inside every vein of his body, it paralysed him for a second, falling to his knees, the man gripped his own helmet and forcibly removed it to breath in some air, his neck coated in purple and black veins which rapidly pulsed, some scales on his cheek decayed until the flesh could be seen, a purple poisonous patch of flesh on his cheek squirmed, and leaked with pus, which only further pained the Drakenheir. For minutes he sat there, taking in the pain, trying to deal with it until it eventually stopped, allowing the man to climb back onto his feet, put his helmet onto his head once more and limp toward maplestead. 

[color=a187be]"I'm sorry... Please don't hate me... I'm sorry..."[/color]

Malaki stared downward and silently weeped, until he reached the gates of mapelstead and entered, hearing the voice of the crier, he quietly and without drawing attention to himself signed up for the job before approaching the Tavern of heroes. Noticing Bartleby and shin messing around and the event, another face entered the Tavern, a tall, quite muscular man, coated entirely in armor ((check his char sheet)), speaking up with an exhausted tone, his size and build, along with his bloody warhammer would no doubt draw their attention.

[color=a187be]"Is this... the Tavern of Heroes...? I was told... to come here... to join the quest..."[/color]