[IC - Plaga] Silver Stream
One of them fell to Plaga's death beam. The few still posessed of any sense backed off slightly, wondering what the hell was going on.
The chest opened, and a man rose dramatically from a pile of silver inside. He wore robes of coarse hemp, and he looked like he'd never gotten quite enough to eat. His teeth were crooked, and he wore a long straggly beard. His arms were covered in scars that had never received proper medical attention.
His voice echoed the song of the merchant.
"Bound to silver, slaves until they die.
Folly and failure, in the muddy strets they die.
Free of want, they travel death's path alone
What did silver cost them, friends and family left at home."
He looked over at the situation, and chutted.
"I forgive you your folly. May you know peace in death and rebirth, in the name of THE RULER." The last word caused a slight reverberation in the air like the shimmering of an oasis, and Plaga could feel a weird reflection in the words, a pale echo of what she felt when using her own powers.
Those near the cart began coughing up silver and copper coins.. and then blood.
Those nearest the chest, those who had first committed the treachery, still reached in death to the chest, now empty.
Between the sudden onslaught, only two of the gang survived - one crossbow user who had shot the man who killed the leader, and Yon, who had fled the scene. She ran over to the leader of the gang, stabbing the one who had stabbed him for good measure, gripped by utter rage and anguish. The leader was clearly dead.
The man shook his head and had an expression of pity before turning to Plaga.
"What a waste. And who is this spectre that has happened upon my midnight jaunt. Did you lead these poor children into my path, Eldritch one?"