The tale is lost in legend...
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Peacefully, this hero traveled the misty path when it was the time fate had chosen. A death not at all messy or painful.
Ahhh... With cat-like grace Artemis springs through the air at Ne'Kamirak while drawing the sabre at his belt. As he reaches Ne'Kamirak his sabre is nearly entered into the mage's chest, and there is an explosion of lightening. The sabre that enters Ne'Kamirack's chest and protrudes through the ribs in back, is held by a blackened husk that once was Artemis, now quite dead and charred to boot. Ne'Kamirak also falls, mortaly wounded, and soon dies in a spreading pool of blood.
Ne'Kamirac went into the swamp. His last actions in order to free himself involved casting a giant lightening spell at point blank range. This is what he saw before going the silent path.
The lightining creates a tremendous explosion
around you and completely knocks you off your feet into the mud
off to the side. You can't hear anything except for a huge ringing
in your ears, and you can't feel anything at all because the force
of the blast and numbed your entire body.
As you begin to move and try to rise, you findyourself
sinking into the mud, a mud that is very quick to take what falls
into it, and after only a moment most of your body is covered.
You can only imagine this, of course, since you can't feel anything
or even move for that matter.
In a few minutes, a few seconds, or an hour
(time certainly doesn't mean anything right now), you realize
you are trying to breathe, not air but mud and slimy tendrils
of vegetation. As the carrion dwellers of the forest realize where
you are, you feel slight pressures on your body where they must
be already hard at work burrowing in to feast.
Your last memories before merciful oblivion
is that you wish the larger of them wouldn't try to get into your
mouth, because it makes it even more difficult to breathe... but
that's a moot point since you were trying to breathe mud. You
hear a very very high pitched ringing in your ears, slowly growing
to a roar, and you can only think that if the mud were thinner
it might have held some air for your lungs, but as it stands it's
just too thick.
You have lost concsiousness and soon after
died and fed multitudes of creatures residing in the mud.
Xorcedan el' Xendar
Attempting to do something very bad at the Relics of Antiquity, owned by Lanoi d'Log Fotraeh, Xorcedan was foiled by the magical precautions placed on the Relics of Antiquity. Xorcedan was invisble and wanted to send a swarm of nasty bugs into the chimney, and into the chimney they went. A moment later, a green explosion from the chimney sent a great blob of gooey stuff that landed on Xorcedan and completely covered him from head to toe, pushing him to the ground and covering him up. After a short time he suffocated and was given to the Twisted Dagger Inn as a present.
Not Logging In
The very very worst way to die in Tyrinth. The dreaded "not logging in" method of becoming not living. This person did not call while on a quest and so turned into fodder.
Ah, the ring of steel, the crunch of bones. The duelling pit is all of this and more. Only one may leave the pit alive... Azhra challenged Croaker to a duel and the idea of course was for Azhra to kill Croaker. The thin mage against the captain of the guard. Croaker was not just big, Croaker filled a room when he stepped inside. Croaker could roll an orc into a little ball and then get a strike. Croaker did not even feel Azhra's magic and proceeded to twist Azhra's head until it nearly came off. "Croaker feel pretty good now." he was heard to have said when it was all over.
Sledge S. Hammerhand
The deserted ruins were never a place to go alone. A few peasants standing on south gate road hear a thump thump thump sound and turn just in time to see the head of Sledge S. Hammerhand roll out of the grey stillness of the ruins into the dusty street where they stand.
Michael and Snuffy
A fire in the fleet feet messenger service sends our two adventurers to their fiery death. It was in the night and they were working late, and suddenly there was an explosion and the destruction of the building was quite complete and deadly.
Dragon Queen continues her assault; now, she causes a shimmering sword to wink into existence, which disappears into the flames. Another cry of pain and a few more fireballs show that it, too, reached its goal. Tryptych Anavar produces a scroll, and reads it in the direction of the beach; but when he finishes, there is no visible sign of any effect. "Damn, that didn't stop it!" he shouts, beginning another spell. Abruptly, there is a blinding flash of light and a resounding thunderclap; the barely- recognizable remains of Tryptych litter the ground halfway between where he had appeared to be standing before and Dragon Queen's position, and Dragon Queen herself, staring coldly at the remains, says, "No, it didn't seem to, did it?"
He was turned into a turnip when Dragon Queen realized he had visions of assasination. The process of turnipping is one which people opt not to speak of for it is something from which nightmares are seeded.
The evening twilight dims shadows and lines, making the perfect time for skulkers and lurkers. On the street corner of Stirge and Hell, the brothel Madame Zanzibar's stands, laughter behind the red paned glass, a door welcoming all who would visit. A shadow flits from one corner to the next of the building and finalle retreats. A few moments later the building bursts into flames and amid the screams of terror an agony you hear an evil laughter. When the rescuers sift through the ash, they find but charred remains and nothing that could identify those who were inside. Madame Zanzibar has not been seen since, so it is assumed she perished in the blaze.
[Text composed from interviews of the bystanders]
Shadow Jack had turned invisible in order to kill someone outside the Relics of Antiquity shop in Edgekeep. Right before Shadow Jack was about to do in the poor soul, Lanoi d'Log Fotraeh stepped out of his shop and impaled the invisible Shadow Jack with an arrow.
Suddenly there is a scream of an eagle from high in the air, and a few moments later there is a thud and a large splotch of blood on the shrine roof. The blood drips down like spilled paint, and the strength of the horror emenating from the shrine increases. On the roof of the shrine a crumpled body fades into view. The body of the eagle rider, Anywan Thurifor. From The Battle of the Dark Shrine
The sword drinks the bolt like a sponge, and in a swift arc, Lanoi cuts through the neck of Berujomii's glowing form. A scream as if a thousand souls and spirits sounds as the sword makes contact. Berujomii's scream is nearly as loud, but is only for a moment. As the form of Berujomii falls, it slowly fades from view, but the green spiral continues to grow in volume and strength, and a loud humming is heard.
From The Battle of the Dark Shrine
Katirin, the elven woman found in the deserted ruins, battles valiantly with a blade glowing blue. Next to her a couple guardsmen also battle, seemingly heartened by the elf. Suddenly her blade glows a harsh blue, as if in warning, but to no avail. Her body suddenly liquifies and explodes in a rain of liquified elf. Her sword drops to the ground, a dull gray color. It seems that there is nothing left of Katirin save a few shreds of leather clothing.
From The Battle of the Dark Shrine
Hornmaster Smith emerges from the tight group of fighters with a horn in his hand. His eyes glow gleefully as he runs towards the shrine. Kendrick yells something to him, but it is lost in the din of the battle. As he nears the shrine he blows a copper horn with many loops, and a from the sky bolts of lightening begin striking the shrine area. He puts another horn to his mouth and begins to blow it, and as he does so a green ball from the shrine envelopes him and his horns explode into very small bits. Unfortunately for Smith, the horns were very close to his body, so along with the horns, much of his body was obliterated. He falls to the ground in a bloody pile of fat and entrails.
From The Battle of the Dark Shrine