Eisler's Disposal Service
Feb. 18th, 2008 07:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dolevalanTitle: Eisler's Disposal Service
Fandom/original: original
Characters: Meg Eisler
Rating: PG
A/N: A story eerily and unintentionally similar to the last one, written for a prompt over at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
what_fantastic.
“Ugh, they smell like shit, don’t they?”
“Generally the case, love.” Meg was pulling on her long, hide gloves, surveying the damage. Twelve orcs, two goblins and a wizard who had been stripped of valuables but still had his eyes open. “How long ago were they through?”
“Couple days.” The mayor was fanning himself with his hat, and still sweating profusely. “I thought they were going to come back and bury them as soon as they’d gotten themselves patched up in town, but…”
Meg waved him off. “But they never do. Sometimes a paladin will, but don’t count on it. All you can count on is they won’t have a blessed coin left.” She crouched down next to one of the goblins, and picked up an empty pouch clearly ripped from its belt.
“When we hired them to rid the town of the creatures, we’d rather hoped…”
Meg looked up at him expectantly, waiting for him to finish it himself.
“We’d rather hoped they’d rid us of them, not just stab them until they stopped moving.”
She stood, wiping a bit of junk on her canvas coveralls. “Should have made them sign a contract, then. I’ll need two men for ease of carrying, and some wood, in addition to my fee.”
“Which will be what, Miss Eisler?”
“200, in coin. The orcs for the pyre, bury the goblins, and precautions to make sure the wizard stays dead.” The mayor groaned, and Meg raised an eyebrow. “Or you could leave them here for the animals, but you did say you needed the orchard back soon enough for the season. Won’t leave much time.”
“No, no, we’ll… I’ll get you your money.”
“Then I’ll start. Send the lads out when you’ve found some that will work.”
He nodded, then hesitated before turning. “Miss Eisler… may I ask, how exactly did you get into this… particular line?”
“What corpse removal?” She shrugged. “I just think of it as an enterprising new branch of undertaking, that’s all.”
The mayor nodded again, a bit uneasily, and turned back toward the village. Meg was already intent, gauging the best place for the pyre to be built. She wanted to be home before dinner, after all.
Fandom/original: original
Characters: Meg Eisler
Rating: PG
A/N: A story eerily and unintentionally similar to the last one, written for a prompt over at
what_fantastic.“Ugh, they smell like shit, don’t they?”
“Generally the case, love.” Meg was pulling on her long, hide gloves, surveying the damage. Twelve orcs, two goblins and a wizard who had been stripped of valuables but still had his eyes open. “How long ago were they through?”
“Couple days.” The mayor was fanning himself with his hat, and still sweating profusely. “I thought they were going to come back and bury them as soon as they’d gotten themselves patched up in town, but…”
Meg waved him off. “But they never do. Sometimes a paladin will, but don’t count on it. All you can count on is they won’t have a blessed coin left.” She crouched down next to one of the goblins, and picked up an empty pouch clearly ripped from its belt.
“When we hired them to rid the town of the creatures, we’d rather hoped…”
Meg looked up at him expectantly, waiting for him to finish it himself.
“We’d rather hoped they’d rid us of them, not just stab them until they stopped moving.”
She stood, wiping a bit of junk on her canvas coveralls. “Should have made them sign a contract, then. I’ll need two men for ease of carrying, and some wood, in addition to my fee.”
“Which will be what, Miss Eisler?”
“200, in coin. The orcs for the pyre, bury the goblins, and precautions to make sure the wizard stays dead.” The mayor groaned, and Meg raised an eyebrow. “Or you could leave them here for the animals, but you did say you needed the orchard back soon enough for the season. Won’t leave much time.”
“No, no, we’ll… I’ll get you your money.”
“Then I’ll start. Send the lads out when you’ve found some that will work.”
He nodded, then hesitated before turning. “Miss Eisler… may I ask, how exactly did you get into this… particular line?”
“What corpse removal?” She shrugged. “I just think of it as an enterprising new branch of undertaking, that’s all.”
The mayor nodded again, a bit uneasily, and turned back toward the village. Meg was already intent, gauging the best place for the pyre to be built. She wanted to be home before dinner, after all.
