OOC before I get into the Juicy tear juices of Gar's death. Everytime Gar gets stabbed or something frightening happens I roll a percentile dice. If I get below ten percent, he dies. I got a nine.
Gar got lead into an ambush this evening and was attacked from all sides by deadites. He fought bravely and the excitement lead to him suffering from a heart attack. He was dragged back too the Inn and surrounded by close friends. He had a letter on him addressed too his close friends in case this happened. Too be read out upon the completion of a bottle of whiskey at the Inn.Too Saerandir, Tingleith, Sheriam, Carolin, Miss 'Arper, Father Danaeyl, and any and all I shared a drink with.
If you're reading this. I'm dead. What i'm about too say probably doesn't even need too be said.
Thank you all. You gave me friendship, laughs, challenges, and filled me with life whilst my own life was fading slowly from illness and age.
Miss 'Arper, you lead me to a place where I felt at home which hadn't been done since i was a kid. For that, I leave you my Sword so you can cut swathes in the roads and make them safe for other lost travellers.
To Saerandir, I leave my shield you protected me and carried me all the way back from Minoc. You're the best elf i've ever met. I also leave you my Ankh amulet, not because you're particularly religious but because you embody every virtue there is.
To Sheriam, I leave the Gazzette eighth edition. Just kidding. I leave you my paragon Succubus Fang. You were always on the frontline in a fight and were as sharp as the fang in conversation.
To Carolin, I leave you a recipe on the back of this letter. Call the Whiskey something good, I cannae think of a name for it. Serve it at least once a night, even if just to yourself. I hope it makes you a fortune.
To Tingleith, I leave you the Barbed boots you gave me. you were going to dibs them anyway. I also leave you my estate in Cove do with it as you please, some humble living could do you some good Gal. Also... Tingleith, don't be a hard bitch all the time please? Honour me in death by at least trying to make someone smile by being nice like...once a day? okay too far fetched, once a month. We'll settle for once a month. Be good to Sae and keep him safe.
To Father Danaeyl, I leave my friends in your hands. They're not perfect, and some aren't at all religious, most can take after themselves. But pray for them. If it were deadites that got me, I can only assume you are already preparing for the Crusade. In which case, Deus Vult. Bring rightous fury upon them. If I died of my illness, I apologise for all of the coughing during mass.
Pugna usque in lucem
semper risus
There aint no home quite like Cove.
-GARSHINKLE
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