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==Book content==
==Book content==
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Sir Elrich! Hubris suits you
 
Poorly, the ringleader speaks,
The first figure is clad in white and blue, its chin and lips are colored in red, the hands are wrapped in red ribbon.
His dagger is at the girl's neck.
 
"Where is your company?
Priest (solemnly):
Your brothers in arms ran
 
In fear from the Aeberholt's Scourge?"
-Tell me, o wretch, why were you murdered?
Sir Elrich draws his sword,
 
Tosses the scabbard aside.
Dead man (monotonously):
He measures his foes up,
 
And replies with a smirk:
-Because of my slander and greed. My tongue was ripped out and my fingers were chopped off.
 
The second figure is clad in gray, its eyes and neck are tied with red ribbon:
 
Priest (solemnly):
 
-Tell me, o wretch, why were you murdered?
 
Dead man (monotonously):
 
-Because of my blindness to lies and betrayal. My eyes were gouged out, and my head was taken off my shoulders.
 
The third figure is clad in red and gold, its chest is marred with red.
 
Priest (solemnly):
 
-Tell me, o wretch, why were you murdered?
 
Dead man (monotonously):
 
-Because of my loyalty to the throne and the crown. My heart was ripped from my chest.
 
The priest flicks his fingers. All three figures drop to the floor.
 
Priest (addresses the guards behind him):
 
-It's clear as day. The murderer is the one in red. He punished the other two for cowardice and treason.


Guardsman (pensively):
"My company is finishing off
The rest of your godless band.
Put down your weapon,
Or the Host be my witness,
I'll end you." The leader laughs
In his arrogance: "For your impudence


-If this is true... Then who killed the man himself?
The first one to pay is the innocent.”


The priest turns to the audience and opens his white vestment, revealing black robes underneath. He brandishes a bloodied dagger and a human heart.
One slice, and the blood gushes out
From the cut in the neck. The knight is blinded
With fury, thirsting for payback. A bow
Is barely drawn when sir Elrich
Sends the archer's head flying
WIth one swing. He charges at another.
One by one in the chaos of battle
The villains are bested.


Priest (mockingly):
Terror and fear. The Death is
Approaching. The ringleader,
Dastardly Treban, the Aeberholt's Scourge,
In vain he raises his shield.
With a short, feinted swing
Sir Elrich's blade cuts at his arm,
Then chops off his head.


-I'm afraid it will forever remain a secret!
At last the soldiers
Arrive only to witness their lord
Surrounded by corpses. And no
Living soul has remained.
Everything's still but the dying campfire.


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==See also==
==See also==
*[[Treatises]]
*[[Dagger Treatise II]]
*[[Dagger Treatise III]]


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Revision as of 20:05, 28 May 2021

Daggers Treatise I/Tooltip

Description

The Exploits and Adventures of Baron de Felin

Effect

Allows you to learn the following dagger abilities:

Acquired From


Book content

Sir Elrich! Hubris suits you Poorly, the ringleader speaks, His dagger is at the girl's neck. "Where is your company? Your brothers in arms ran In fear from the Aeberholt's Scourge?" Sir Elrich draws his sword, Tosses the scabbard aside. He measures his foes up, And replies with a smirk:

"My company is finishing off The rest of your godless band. Put down your weapon, Or the Host be my witness, I'll end you." The leader laughs In his arrogance: "For your impudence

The first one to pay is the innocent.”

One slice, and the blood gushes out From the cut in the neck. The knight is blinded With fury, thirsting for payback. A bow Is barely drawn when sir Elrich Sends the archer's head flying WIth one swing. He charges at another. One by one in the chaos of battle The villains are bested.

Terror and fear. The Death is Approaching. The ringleader, Dastardly Treban, the Aeberholt's Scourge, In vain he raises his shield. With a short, feinted swing Sir Elrich's blade cuts at his arm, Then chops off his head.

At last the soldiers Arrive only to witness their lord Surrounded by corpses. And no Living soul has remained. Everything's still but the dying campfire.

( . . . )


See also