A dwarf on a stick

Travelers and, locals would have noticed a large man carrying the body of a dwarf after a fight in the town square the otherday. This giant soldier carried the body north, and tossed it to the ground once he got to the bridge further down the road.

With his has large bastard sword, he hacked a long branch from a nearby tree, sharpening both ends. He sticks the branch firmly in the ground, near the bridge, and then he turns to the dwarfs corpse.

With two large strides he is beside the body, and with one fluid swing of his giant blade, the head of the dwarf no longer is attachted to the rest of his battered body. Kicking the body off the road and down the bank toward the stream, he walks back, and grabs the dwarf's head by his hair, approaching the make shift pike.

With one hand, he plants the head on the sharpened end with a sickening sound. The giant man sneers and turns with his blade in hand.

"Any of ye hidden cowards watching! This be what happens to those who cross the Zhentarim, and the Black Lord's will!"

The man then walks off, a smug smirk on his face. Leaving the remains where they lay, as a warning to all.

*Looks at above mentioned dwarf*..

"You sir will be nailed to a tree for this".

"Ill skin him alive I will, then nail his corpse to a tree."

"Dear Clangeddin forgive me for the sins I will most definitely commit, dwarf kabob indeed!"

"A Dirty letter Is left on the bulletin board"


To the Tall Man... that was my friend... and although I might of failed him once... I will take you head in turn.