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Strangledeath Manifesto
Rarity: Common
Weight: 0.1 kg / 0.2 lb
Price: 14 gp Text
[This sweat-blotted letter looks unfinished, perhaps even unsent.]
To my fellow blood-bretheren,
If you are reading this missive, know that you number among my most trusted confidants. Also know that if you betray my trust, my hands will grip your throat with the steadfast embrace of long-parted lovers. So. Yes. Of late, my friends, I have felt a calling when my fingers meet each other around a windpipe. As if there is a voice whispering sweet nonsense into my ear as I tear the breath from my quarry's lungs. I think I am chosen by our lord of Murder.
Perhaps even related. Yes, my bretheren - I will stake my claim on a legacy of murder, a throne of blood. I will challenge Lady Orin to her birthright, and if my grip stops her gasps before she flays my skin from bone - I will become Strangler Luke: Son of Bhaal. (note to self: come up with catchier title before sending, that one's rubbish)