The Greedy Life & Undead Loathing
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Title: The Greedy Life & Undead Loathing
Author: Roop Dirump, bard
What else might a spirit do but haunt-- seeth over justice unsatiated? Mine was the situation, long ago. Haunting I did, one by the name of Ester, swearing to taunt and curse him 'til his untimely death. I witnessed this evil man loot mine very body, still warm, and followed him to a roadside keep, wherein he stood in a corner fondling mine possessions like some young squire with a barwench. Killed by a mad bull, I pled Ester to leave mine things be, yet he had ignored mine ghostly wails, only once looking up with a smile and asking smuggly, "How'd ye ever carry so much stuff?"
At the entrance of the lonely keep I did encounter another spirit, howling there yet oddly invisible to those of the flesh. We spoke of our loathing of the looters, and to my chargrin learned, aye, this Ester had spoiled the other's corpse as well! In those days, gold was harder to come by, and it had taken me much time to scrounge like a street rat, selling half-spent liquor bottles warriors left after defeating enemies, or toiling in the fields for cotten and wool. Mine leather armor, just recently complete, was now sucking that fool's sweat! Having selected Ester for mine haunting, I involuntarily floated towards him as he strode through the keep, the studs of mine armor clinking.
Agast, I watched as he trained on a dummy with mine trusty broadsword! "Fool!" I howled. "Train with mine practice sword instead, ye shall wear down the other unnecessarily!" Again, the evil man acknowledged not mine tormented wails, by far not even bothering to discern them.
Trembling with rage, I sailed past the other spirit. "I shall not stay of this realm any longer!" I swore. Remembering a travelling healer up the road, I sped with the force of a crazzed gargoyle, past trees and shrubs, thru the very bodies of weary travellers resting roadside. I found the healer, aye, and regained mine flesh form still bearing the wounds from the bull's horns.
Upon my return to the keep, I swaggered with the confidence of our liege British himself, undettered by me padding bare feet or the tattered ghost robe hanging over me bleeding frame. I stood a moment, watching mine broadsword catch the light in the colors of life this time. And this time I felt mine heart pump in firey anger.
"Ester!" I barked. Now, alas, he did acknowledge mine presence, for his training did stop. "Return mine things!" I held mine breath a moment. "Please!" "Who be you?" he innocently asked. "You know! Thou hast told a traveller I was slain by a cow, but a bull i'twas! Return mine leathers and sword, friend, thou may keepest the plate helm." Greedy Ester dug thru his pack, slowly, and finally offering but a shirt, pants and kindling, not even a dagger, after much prodding. "Swine!" I hollared, tossing it all aside, and at once, though scoundrel or murderer I be not, fury clouding the virtues, I attacked!
Mine old sword cut me, over and over, yet I only squinted, bared me teeth and flailed me fists.Death licked mine neck, yet I shook me head of it, only screaming, "Die fool!" and he did, falling at me feet. The other spirit, avenged, returned to flesh, and regained his things!