He took a deep swig from his mug before continuing:”His parents found him the next morning, severely wounded and barely alive.
Three times the doctor came and three times he brought grave news:
The boys spine had been broken, so was helpless and unable to move.
His tongue had been cut out, so he could never speak again.
His skin had been charred, so he would be forever disfigured.”
The candles flickered ominously and a stray breeze carried the fading stench of the dismissed dead through the open window. ”Nobody had entered or left the mansion that night and the boy couldn't remember what had happened, so the investigation ended without results.
Nobody ever suspected his siblings, who loudly declared their sorrow about their brothers grisly fate, while secretly...”
He looked up to his comrades and regarded them shortly.”Maybe we should save the rest of this story for another time, when were not drifting in the middle of nowhere on a dying ship.”
Taking another sip from his mug he tried to change the topic:”Do you think we need to post guards this night?
Or should we all try to get a good night of rest?”
Lucious “Lucky” Farrow
Wounds 12 / 12
Vitality 30 / 30
Action Dice: 7d4