Whispering Scythe of Bloodletting

Type	Weapon
Discovered By	Althea Keen
Discovery Date	02/01/2013
Discovery Location	Unger, Beluaterra
Abilities	Prestige +2
Current Owner	Althea Keen

Roleplay from Althea Keen

Message sent to Unger

Althea's footsteps carried her along the paved streets of Unger, meandering around with no particular destination in mind. She hoped that she would make new friends - she missed her family. They had not all parted on good terms. Althea sighed and leaned against a wall, briefly. Briefly because said wall was covered with dirt and slime. Making a discontented noise, she realised that her wanderings had taken her into a less than savoury district of the city. "Eaaaaaaaargh!" Thump. With a sickening crunch, a man landed in front of Althea. To be more exact, most of him landed in front of Althea. Other parts of him had splashed to the sides; some sticky bits had ended up dripping down the wall behind her. Making an even more discontented noise, Althea looked down at her mud and blood spattered tunic. It would be ruined; blood was a devil of a stain to get out. She looked up, trying to see where the man had come from. Had it been an accident or a murder? Either way, she was probably best off not getting involved. She turned to go. "HELLO." A tall figure covered completely by a black robe blocked her path. In one hand he held a scythe. He was thinly built; Althea couldn't get a look at his face, as deeply hidden as it was in his hood. "EXCUSE ME." The man's voice was not loud but oddly emphatic, as if every statement were the last words he would ever say. He leaned to one side, as if to go past her, but Althea had leaned the same way to allow him past. This was repeated a few times, pantomime fashion, until they sorted the logistics of the situation out. The cloaked figure stood over the body of the fallen man. "TERRIBLY SAD, ISN'T IT, I'M SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS. HE WAS A GOOD MAN, I'M SURE." "I'm afraid I never knew him." Althea admitted. "Why did he die?" Although she couldn't see his face, Althea could tell the man was giving her a Look. "PEOPLE DON'T USUALLY SURVIVE LONG WHEN THEY CAN'T KEEP THEIR HEAD TOGETHER." Althea thought about clarifying her question, but decided better of it. She was finding this conversation ever so slightly creepy. With a practiced motion, the man brought his scythe down. Eldritch whispers seemed to echo off the alley's walls. The weapon passed cleanly through what remained of the dead man's neck, but skittered loudly against the rock beneath. "BOTHER. THAT'S THE SECOND SCYTHE THIS WEEK. YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE HOW EXPENSIVE THESE THINGS ARE." Althea didn't know what to say. She was definitely unnerved now. Why was the man going around mutilating corpses? "HERE." The cloaked figure passed her his weapon. "I CAN'T BE GOING AROUND WITH A DENTED SCYTHE. I HAVE A REPUTATION TO MAINTAIN. GOODBYE." The man made a gesture that would have involved tipping his hat, had he been wearing one. He then somehow seemed to vanish, melting back into the shadows. Althea looked down at the scythe in her hands. It wasn't every day that you came across a Whispering Scythe of Bloodletting. This one had clearly seen some heavy use; had the man really said he'd only used it for a week? Either way, she would have to see it about repairing it. The weapon had a well carved handle, the steel of the blade looked to be of very fine quality, and that whispering noise it made when you swung it wasn't something she had seen any other scythes do.

Althea Keen (Commoner)