He idly tapped his ringed finger against the desktop. “Where did I go wrong?” he asked the empty room. “I only wanted to give the people what they needed, leadership, direction, a sense of purpose.”
He lapsed into silence again and opened the desk drawer, inside was an old and well cared for fighting dagger. “You have never betrayed me, old friend.”
When the revolutionaries broke down the door, they found glassy dead eyes staring accusingly at them, a dagger buried in the leader’s chest, his own hands wrapped around the hilt.
Leader’s Ring
These rings are made from heavy gold and are set with a carved stone seal, the design of the seal is worn and undistinguishable until someone puts it on, then it changes to that of their personal seal.
The young woman prayed and placed her hand on the wounded man’s leg, a bright -but warm- light suffused the injured limb and when it faded, the injury was gone as was the blood and gore. She seemed to slump and her friend had to help her stand.
The guards to my right and left went down, clutching at blades piercing their mail armor. The split second of warning allowed me to bring up my shield and something shattered upon it. Shifting my spear from rest to ready position, I started forward when another blade sunk into my calf. It was bone-chillingly cold for a split second before blossoming into intense pain.
The young ruffian with a jagged knife would not be a consideration, by he moved . . . oddly. Jerkily fast one moment and then still the next. But more importantly, there was something in his eyes, he was looking for a fight, looking for blood.
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