13th Random Encounter

[animalhusbandry]

[Well, it seems there's a new law about being required to drink a big tall glass of milk every day.  While some of his neighbors have been blatantly ignoring Police Chief Milkman's most important new law, Red Mage has clearly decided that his alignment needs shifting a few more points in the Lawful direction.  And so, he will be following

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[deaths_heritor]

[On Saturday, Susan will pass by the barely conscious man and prod him a bit with her foot before continuing.

Some distance down the road, she'll sigh and turn back around.]

Did you want me to put you out of your misery, or did you want to attempt a few more theatrics before you expire?

[animalhusbandry]

...Ha! Death is a coward's way out!

[He heaves a hollow laugh, coughing up blood onto the sidewalk.]

[deaths_heritor]

Grandfather wouldn't be terribly pleased to hear that. I really don't think it will make a difference. Maybe a half hour.

[animalhusbandry]

I'll be taking XP penalties as it is...

[COUGH]

...could you at least see that no one loots my corpse?

[deaths_heritor]

I suppose that means I'll have to bring it home. What are you carrying on you?

[animalhusbandry]

Aside from my clothing, I'm wearing light chain armor and carrying a sword. I also have a leather pouch with approximately seventy-three dollars and twenty-eight cents contained inside. Under my robes I am carrying a small hand mirror, a whistle, five small wax candles, an empty glass flask, an inkpen and several sheets of blank paper, and a magnifying glass.

[pause]

I had my clothing tailored with numerous inside pockets, you see.

[deaths_heritor]

I'm more concerned about how loquacious you are when you're supposed to be dying. I'll take the seventy-three dollars as my hearse fee.

[animalhusbandry]

[Oh, yes, he's dying. Look, there's some more unidentified bodily fluid spurting from his mouth.]

[deaths_heritor]

Right, no need, I was already convinced.

Really, I won't carry your body home if you're going to insist on dribbling your guts down my dress.

[animalhusbandry]

To the edge of the yard is fine.

[deaths_heritor]

As you wish.

[Susan appears to have more difficulty trying to avoid the vomit than actually dragging Red Mage; he's brought to his yard soon enough. And then she'll wait.]

Well. Hurry up, then unless you want me to get the scythe.

[animalhusbandry]

[Red Mage staggers a few steps into the yard and then falls over. It seems he wasn't able to make it into the house before the poison killed him after all.]

[deaths_heritor]

Bother.

[Susan waits around for a moment or two in case Red Mage's spirit wants to make an appearance; otherwise, she'll drag him the rest of the way and deposit him on the front steps.]