[i]Elric's Barber/Surgery Shop[/i]

Remington, was not expecting to die, not like this. His hands were cold and clammy, and his face dripped with a cold sweat. His mouth was dripping with blood, as he made a few gasping sounds as the blood gurgled in his throat. He knew that death was assuredly awaiting him. He dug his right hand and its fingernails into the board as he struggled to pull himself forward. He, found that the strength he had quickly faded. His eyelids were drooping as his vision was finally fading to darkness. It was a miracle he made it this long...

[i]I could have won, if it weren't for that kid, I would have been a contender. I wish I had you to blame for this Mimsy, old friend, b-but I'm alone... I... I don't want to die alone. I'm so c-cold...[/i] He thought as his lips quivered as he managed to announce in a dying gasp. "M-Mimsy... S-spea-" was able to be gurgled out before the inevitable.
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[i]Mysterious Camp in the Forest[/i] 
"Twenty one!" Said a goon who laid down his cards on Jel, who was now swarming with flies. The camp leader, the mysteriously dressed Elf sighed. "Well they clearly failed. Right well, we should get out of here." He bluntly stated as he got up, before thinking. "Hold up, Rogers, you go back into town and just confirm they failed."

 Rogers, a man dressed in chain-mail tunic, and had a large boil on his pig-like nose gave a nod to his colander. "Aye aye sir!"
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[i]Elric's Manor[/i]
Ah the manorhouse, a sight that Elric didn't see all too often as he usually slept in his shop. He was assisted off the steed by Benjamin, strange lad he was, Elric gave a nod, as he clutched onto the book and box. "A-ah thank you." He said as he wheezed out a nasty cough as he shot out globbels of phlegm. Elric raised his eyebrow at Corinne incredulously, "Rest? I have so mu-" Elric grimaced in agony from his condition as he coughed up another globblet of phlegm. "A-as I was saying." His tone clearly racked with pain, "I have much work to do. And I h-have some ideas but I'd like to be able to verify and confirm it." He said. After a lull, "I'll really need to send a missive to the knight..."
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[i]Interrogation Chamber of the Guards[/i] 
Mimsy just recently woke up and he noticed he was in a dark room. "Boss we fina- Say what's going on here?" By the dim torch light that illuminated this rather small room, he saw the silhouette of another man, well not so much a man but a Gnome. Yes it was definitely a Gnome. He stepped forward, revealing his trimmed black hair and goatee. He had a large scar across his neck and he was dressed in a bright purple tunic and blue woolen pants with a silver trim. 

"...What's going on?" The Gnome boisterously declared with an abnormally baritone voice, even compared with an adult man, "We are going to have a little chat." He said rattling a few chains, which had a large meat-hook on the end of both sides. Mimsy glanced around, noticing he was latched down to a chair. "You were brought here by some good folks, and-" Mimsy interrupted, "How did I get here?" He said with no trace of trying to be mean, but a genuine curiosity.

The Gnome was taken aback by this, "I told you already..."
He said starting to get annoyed. [i]Oh by Pelor this is gonna be a long one...[/i]
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