The Inn of the Singing Rose

The goal is to be as creative as possible in killing off the previous poster in the thread in an RP manner.


I will leave it open, first one to post can kill me off rp style.

The sun was shining brightly on a warm summer morning, the sounds of the city dwindling to a quiet hum as the sun sank behind the hills in the west. Merchants closed their shops, hawkers and peddlers made for their favorite evening attractions. The Moon Raven came to life with the influx of sailors and dock hands, the Inn of the Singing Rose with more upscale clientele.

One such lady, of fine repute it is told, was the Lady Carpathia-Umbramnia. She hurried along the streets to her destination, preferring a quiet walk to the clattering of horses hooves. Little did she know, this night would be her last, for a noise startled the dear woman and she turned as she was walking to see what was about, only to fall into a sewage drain left open carelessly, falling to her death amongst the refuse of the city.

Walking quietly along the street, Jalisa hums softly to herself. Lost in thought she is merely on a short walk to enjoy the peace of the beautiful surroundings.

Suddenly, around the corner a stranger appears. Startled, Jalisa can't help but be astonished that the stranger slowly approaching her was completely and utterly pantless.

As the stranger gets closer to herself she can't help but become more and more curious.

"Um.. excuse me... but why aren't you wearing pants?" She enquires.

The stranger stops, mere steps away from here and stares at her straight in the eye making her feel extremely uneasy.

"PANTS ARE THE DEVIL!" She yells at the top of her lungs, spraying spit on poor Jalisa.

Taken aback from the strangers sudden burst of anger she wasn't prepared for when the stranger kicked her in the chest yelling, "THIS IS SPARTA!"

This women surely out of her mind. Jalisa thinks to herself. Before she has time to react, the stranger is coming down on her, hitting her upside the head brutally.

"Never wear pants!!!" She yells over and over again.

Once Jalisa is definately dead, the stranger takes her pants to later on throw into her ever going bonfire.

Kadgeon sneaks up on Caia's little camp where she has an ever going bonfire to burn the pants of poor unsuspecting people. Rays of silver moonlight play in the ground and around the sleeping Caia. Somehow during the night Caia and unrolled herself from her blankets and now lay completely pantsless in the middle of the camp. Wanting to close her eyes but knowing she could not complete her task if she did so Kadgeon walked silently forward. Removing the pair of pants from the pack she wore on her back Kadgeon quickly tied Caia down and forcefully put the pants on her. Gagging poor Caia so that she did not have to hear her screams of pain as the pants sucked her sould from her body, Kadgeon stood back and laughed maniacally. After a few moments there was nothing left of the poor woman except the dry husk of her body, the pants had drained her life spirit from her and now held it in the bottomless hells of.....Cloth Hell!!!