Death of Snasall Eirfin

Life, Death

The unfortunate death of the Head of Ossets Magistrate. He was a grand adventurer and beloved companion.

Snasall aged gracefully as he sat in his lavish study overlooking the plague-infested streets of Osset. He enjoyed his position as the head of the Magistrate of Osset. It was a sort of official "fuck you" to the High Council as he protected those who were born with the gift of arcane power from their clutches. He could now protect those who he saw burned at the stake over 100 years ago. Perhaps the catharsis of his new role is what kept him living so much longer than his fellow kin, or perhaps it was something darker. Either way, those of his own order, Death Clerics of the Cult of Bane decided that his old age was suspicious and that the river Styx was looking awfully empty these days. It was two in the morning and Snasall had just bathed and began to sink his teeth into a nice juicy prune before he headed off to bed. Immediately after his first bite, he froze in place and collapsed dead. Poison, who knew the god of death was such a coward.