(TW: Character Death. Not too graphic, but it happens.)
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It had only taken a moment.
The lone Haevar, Taltiu, found herself collapsed in a large patch of rocky landscape not too far from the Fell. Perhaps it shouldn't have been too surprising- after all, it was only natural that a location so close to the cursed ruins would be rife with danger. Actually, the reason she was there in the first place was to accomplish a task that she expected to be dangerous. Rumours of a large number of undead in the area had caught her interest a while back, and while she felt a great deal of sympathy for the creatures, it wasn't uncommon for them to lash out as she attempted to put them to rest.
What she wasn't expecting, however, was the volley of arrows fired at fire by a group of hidden assailants. By the time Taltiu realized what was happening, three arrows had already hit their mark, sinking deep into her back and dropping her to the ground in a sudden fit of pain and shock. In the distance, she could barely make out a round of shouts and hollers, celebrating their latest catch.
Bandits. They were going to kill her.
Despite her greatest efforts attempting pick herself off of the ground or crawl to safety, her body refused to comply. Whatever fight she still had in her quickly faded as she repeatedly landed hard back on the ground, and in just a few seconds it was taking all of her energy and focus just to remain conscious. As she finally lay still, Taltiu could do nothing but wait for the inevitable and reflect on what what would come next.
It was said that Haevar who died away from their home island would never find peace in the afterlife. Without proper guidance, their spirits remained confined to their lifeless bodies, doomed to wait until the body wasted away and released the vengeful spirit back into the world. While Taltiu had never witnessed such an occurrence firsthand, the sounds of heavy boots surrounding her and a blade being unsheathed made it clear that she would soon discover the truth for herself. Though her eyesight was far too blurry at this point to make out anything more than vague shapes and colours, she could hear well enough to make out some parting words.
"Sorry, girl. I'll make it quick for you."
There was a pause, then a final flash of pain, and then there was nothing.
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"Damn. How many of these things did she have on her?" One of the bandits muttered as he counted yet another knife hidden away by the Haevar, picking up the blade and toying with it in his hands. The group had removed the arrows from her body and laid her on her back, making it easier to rummage through her belongings.
"Quit screwing around. Just take whatever's valuable so we can get moving." The leader of the group spoke up, reprimanding his underling and receiving a mocking sneer in return. "What, you afraid of ghosts or something? You know those rumours are made up, yeah? Prolly just trying to keep someone from poking their nose where they shouldn't. Guess the knife bunny shoulda listened to 'em". The first bandit chuckled to himself, earning a swift smack to the side of the head from his leader.
"I'm serious. Get to work."
With that, the leader stepped away from the rest of the group to survey the surrounding land, leaving his subordinate grumbling to himself as he went back to going through pockets.
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(OOC: Yeah, I know that this isn't actually taking place in the Fell. I just figured this was probably the most appropriate place to put it considering close it is.)