Соловей

Соловей was a highwaywoman of Брэмблмид who robbed caravans and tax collectors during the village's final years and distributed the proceeds among its people. She was killed by the assassin Moragrin, who was hired by the nobility of Бринмор and who proved to be her elder sister.

История

Corruption ran through Bramblemead in its final years, with nobles taking disproportionate shares of the region's wealth and the priesthood permitting it in exchange for payment, which left commoners poorer and their work harder. Nightingale attacked trader caravans carrying goods to the castle and took the purses they carried, and tax collectors surrendered their wealth to the woman in green. She took her name from the whistling of her arrows in flight, a musical tone that frightened those she targeted, and the morning after an attack villagers found purses of coin left in flowerboxes, on window shelves, and beneath sleeping cats. The nobility wanted her erased from public memory rather than merely captured, and the difficulty lay in her standing among the villagers, who regarded her as a local hero because she returned what she took. They hired the hunter Moragrin, an assassin trained in several weapon disciplines, who spent days following accounts of Nightingale through the village in a succession of disguises and learned only that the villagers loved her and would protect her identity.

Moragrin abandoned the interrogations and laid a trap instead, sending a caravan loaded with gold from the village to the castle by night, and Nightingale came for it. The two proved evenly matched until a magpie, woken by the fighting, dived at them, and the distraction let Moragrin drive her blade through Nightingale's heart. On removing the mask, Moragrin found she had killed her own younger sister.

Источники

↑ Journal entry of Шляпа следопыта, RuneScape: Dragonwilds. "During the final years of Bramblemead corruption had run rampant. Nobles took more than their share and the priests who watched over them turned a blind eye in exchange for their own share of glittering coin. Those who did not possess noble blood, found that their lives became harder, their earnings became smaller and joy became a much more fleeting feeling than it had done before. One woman decided to change that. She would attack trader caravans marked with goods for the castle, taking from their purses of coin. Tax collectors would also feel the sting of her arrows, surrendering their wealth to the woman clad in green. She was given the name Nightingale, because of the whistling noise her arrows made as they flew through the air, an almost musical tone that sent fear through her targets. Villagers would then wake in the morning following an attack, to find purses of coin in flowerboxes, window shelves, or resting neatly under the fattest, laziest, cats."
↑ Journal entry of Туника следопыта, RuneScape: Dragonwilds. "The Nightingale was the bane of the nobility, and they became obsessed with her destruction. Not just her capture, they needed her obliterated – gone from the memories of the population forever. But this was a tricky task indeed, because the wealth the Nightingale harvested, was given back to the people of Bramblemead, rather than lining her own coffers, making her a local hero. So they hired Moragrin the hunter to track her down. Moragrin was a cruel and merciless assassin, trained in multiple weapon techniques. She delighted in little more than seeing the look in her victims eyes the moment they transition from living to dead. For days she followed stories of Nightingale, wandering through the village, adopting multiple disguises that she might uncover Nightingale’s real name. In all that time she learned only one thing, that the villagers loved Nightingale and would never knowingly give her up."
↑ Journal entry of Трико следопыта, RuneScape: Dragonwilds. "It was on a cold winter night, that Nightingale and Moragrin finally met. The assassin had given up on interrogating the villagers and worked instead to lay a trap for the highwaywoman. A caravan, loaded with gold, made its way from village to castle under the cover of night, and Nightingale arrived to claim her bounty. It was a short, but brutal battle. Arrows whistled through the air, making music like an orchestra. Daggers glinted in the moonlight, in a dance of death that would have shredded the life of any normal person. But Nightingale and Moragrin were evenly matched, until an errant magpie brought it all to an end. Confused by the battle, the magpie had woken from its sleep in a mad panic and dived down at the fighting pair. The distraction was just enough for Moragrin’s blade to pierce the Nightingale’s heart and as she pulled her mask from her victim, Moragrin’s world shattered as she saw the moment the life left the eyes of her younger sister."