Once upon a time…
… there lived a craft and sneaky Sheriff named Raffagan Aggle. Raffagan had originally been a good man that upheld the law properly, which is why the townsfolk loved him. It was a sad day when he ventured into the lands of greed, lust and hate. And while he had become an, essentially, evil goblin, he retained face in front of the people of the town and his dear brother, which is why they still saw him as a just man. Raffagan’s brother was slower then most folk, but he was well meaning and loved Raffagan very much. Raffagan took this to his advantage and used his brothers faulty trust as a means to get what he wanted more easily, and at the moment what he wanted was land, and it just so happened he knew the land he wanted.
There lived a young gnome down the road from his station that lived in a very beautiful house. Many said that his family had handed it down to him and that the gnomes who had lived in the house prior to him always treated the house with the utmost respect and love. The love that had been poured into the creation and upkeep of the house seemed to resonate from it, shining out and sending happiness into all that saw it. Raffagan needed that house, and having the trust of the people he did what he wanted, and what he wanted was to put the house of for sale, which is what he did.
His plan was to sell the house, to non other then himself. The logic behind this plan is not very sturdy, but when you’re the law of the land, especially Raffagan’s land, logic doesn’t matter. The corrupt Raffagan spent the day rolling In his money, engaging in sinful acts which were not spoken of at the time, and explored the perversity of his desires. Later in the evening when he was walking by the property which was soon to be his, he saw something that made his oil boil. A sign that read “Xeni’s House, Fandy’s Business” stood above the door of the house. If this was the case, Sheriff Raffagan knew he could not escape without gaining suspicion from the town, as it was common knowledge that no business, whatever the circumstance, may be un-businessed or de-buildinged.
Enraged at this news, Raffagan called upon Fandy Xeni, and requested that they come to his station as soon as was physically possible. It was an urgent matter. Being a law-abiding citizen, Fandy arrived on the hour. Raffagan was dismayed to find that Xeni had failed to show up. No matter, Fandy was the only one that that he really needed dispersed in order for his wishes to be fully fulfilled.
As Raffagan thrust his wishes and desires into Fandy’s chest, repeatedly, he thought for a moment that this search to satisfy his own wants might not be the most productive ambition. However, it seems that as he cut away at Fandy’s body the same knife cut away at Raffagan’s soul, removing any sense of morality, virtue or compassion. Fandy hit the floor. Raffagan had finished his work.
Raffagan was startled to hear a yelp behind him. He turned to see someone he had not seen before, but it was obvious she had seen him. Before she had time to leave Raffagan locked the door, he could not allow her to escape. She yelled and begged as Raffagan stabbed and slashed at the air around her with his words, eyes and blade. It was clear he would soon be cleaning up two victims in his office. Right as was about to deal the fatal plunge however, he felt his leg go stiff. Fandy was holding him with both his arms wrapped around his leg. The table was then tilted as his victim-soon-to-be snatched the blade from his hands and used it to seal his mouth closed by opening his throat.
As Raffagan gasped for words of hate and rage, nothing came. Nothing except hollow ghosts of words escaped his gawking head as it hit the floor with a definite thump.
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