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Post by JezusBagels on Aug 5, 2010 19:18:03 GMT -5
Esteemed physician, Malphorius Lymph passed away, tragically, of a heart attack yesterday, having lived to the ripe old age of sixty-eight years. The coroners had little to say concerning the actual circumstances of Lymph's death, except that in all likelihood, one too many adolescents had refused to, "Get off his god-damn property." Lymph had no living relatives and no apprentice to pass on his trade to. He didn't even have many friends, having been rather permanently scarred by his days in the military. He did have one acquaintance from- Wait, what's that? he didn't? Oh... Nevermind. He was alone. Completely and utterly alone. At least, as far as we know. Goodbye, Malphorius Lymph. You will be missed by... somebody.
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Post by Brandwyn on Aug 6, 2010 12:45:28 GMT -5
"He will be missed by me." Rick Greenriver, ranger of Araluen, muttered as he lowered the missive that had been distributed. He remembered the cantanquerous old doctor with a slight grin. The man had been a big help when they had been stranded on the island, though he hadn't made quite the leader Rick was hoping he would have.
Still, without his doctoring and care for the people that had been shipwrecked, some of them wouldn't be walking around today.
Rick resolved to find out where Malphorius' body was now and give him a good burial with a nice headstone. He set off down to the Ranger's station at the palace to talk to Crowley - if Crowley was back in town by now.
Either way he would see to the old man's final affairs. It was the least he could do.
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