The fourth tall tale within the Black Book of Terrifying Tales
This is a shorter one, like the tale before, and in this case is in a notice format.
The tale of Aemolius the Mad is a sad one. The high end Krupp was a smart man once, intelligent and scheming, yet that came with ego, with so many of his devious schemes and attempts to take over leading to success before he had been poisoned during a meeting. After this, the poor man became paranoid. Had someone learned of his secrets? His plans? Either way he took double precaution with his work, continuing to work towards his goal of total domination.
Months went by and nothing happened. Not a single attack upon him, or his work before the poor man began his major expansions into the gangs at the time, before meeting with a void cult. He expressed wanting in funding them for working for him, and they accepted, with a price on his own head. After a while of looking in closer to such a group, looking through their base and such he had discovered a vial of poison, and Aemolius discovered a dark truth, that the cult had plotted his murder, or so he believed at least. He fled after that, not knowing where they had spies and where they did not.
He hid for a long while after that, forging relationships with his fellow family members, and also a girl he had been sweet on, who was as devilish as him...before a young boy came to him. He had discovered his exploits and plans after listening in to a scheme between Aemolius and the girl and attempted to report them to the guards. However, Aemolius quickly panicked and attacked the boy, sending him over the railing and sprawling on the floor. He was arrested after that.
He was luckily sentenced to only 5 days in prison for that, but some time during the prison sentence his mind snapped. The paranoia, and anxieties took over his mind and as soon as he got free he tried to kill himself multiple occasions, before finally finishing the job in the tavern, falling to his doom and breaking against the cobbles right in front of his steady girl sending her screaming.
However, such fear and anxiety couldn't keep this man dead for long it would seem, and brought him back to the land of the living. Recently a chilling tale of a man who walks the halls of the tavern on the cold and restless nights have sprung up, who glows a dull, light blue. He has an expression of pure rage and sorrow on his face, it is said, and by the end of the night he looks like a bloody, broken corpse, looming over the tavern, bleeding a sickly goo across the floor. It is said his wails can turn any heart to sorrow and his touch could stop a mans heart.
So be warned dear reader. Be very much warned.
[SPOILER="An OOC note"]I know this isn't looked at by most but I would very much like to see other peoples additions to the BBOTT in later instalments as I am running low on ideas![/SPOILER]
