I tied him up at night and kept the ropes tighter than they needed to be. I only fed him stale bread and water. He was a prisoner, so he deserved no more.
(Evil +5)
We finally arrived in Tornassa. It was good to be home. We took the orc directly to the royal castle and were granted an immediate audience with King Gareth. It had only been two years since the coronation, but it looked like he had aged ten years instead. His hair was still black, but he had a weariness in his eyes that spoke of many sleepless nights.
"Put the orc in the dungeons!" he screamed to his guards, spittle flying from his lips.
He left without granting us a reward, but Wizard Fraledan was there to make things right.
"Thank you for your service," the white-bearded wizard said as he gave us our reward.
We heard about the public execution a few days later, and naturally we attended.
(Gold +250, Fame +1, Royal Faction +10, Kingdom Faction +20)
It was a cold and wet day, but the courtyard was filled with people. There hadn't been an execution in Daria for nearly a hundred years. Many of the citizens thought that it was barbaric, but they came anyway to see history in the making. King Gareth watched from his balcony, his black hair waving in the wind. He didn't address the crowd; instead, he simply watched the proceedings with his dark eyes. The orc was escorted to the noose by a pair of royal guards, but no words were said as they put the rope around his neck.
The first rock struck him in the shoulder, and the second hit him in the head. A few other citizens must have also remembered the attacks because they soon joined in. The guards didn't have to hang him; we stoned him to death in the courtyard. King Gareth watched from his balcony, a cruel smile on his face.
(Evil +10, Warcraft +15, Royal Faction +10)
We were very fortunate to have the patronage of the Full Cup Inn for our base of operations. The deal was that we would help the owner if he ever ran into trouble. We had been staying there nearly a year before we were needed. A group of fighters from the Fighters Guild were drinking and not paying. They claimed that they were protecting the inn, but since this was our job, we knew they were lying.