"Aye, I'll carry it," Thorn took the pendant, looking at the portrait closely, studying the face, committing it to memory. He offers it to each of those called to this place, making sure that everyone had a chance to see the picture. He then slipped the chain over his head, safely tucking the pendant beneath his beautiful chain shirt. The silvery links caught the light and seemed to amplify it more then just reflect it. When he readjusted his light green shirt, no trace of his armor could be seen.
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For I am Death and I won't break. I got a life I've got to take. When will it end, this sufferin' of late? It was nice to know you. __The Pretty Reckless
(ooc: apologies... my name should be Tazoh... not a big deal but it's what I have on my sheet, I guess I mixed it up during the excitement of starting a new campaign, lol)
"Albus is right, unless there's something else we should head to the Lilac Badger."
Tazoh pushes his chair back with his legs making an ungodly scraping sound as he rises from his seat. He gives an apologetic shrug but then also takes one last roll and gives a nod, "One for the road."
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Sevrin rises smoothly from his seat, without the urgency of the others. “One thing before we go,”Sevrin says quietly. His tone remains calm, almost conversational. “You trusted Madam Darkslayer’s investigators enough to allow your son around them,” he says. "Did Xavword trust them as well?"
Thorn
"Aye, I'll carry it," Thorn took the pendant, looking at the portrait closely, studying the face, committing it to memory. He offers it to each of those called to this place, making sure that everyone had a chance to see the picture. He then slipped the chain over his head, safely tucking the pendant beneath his beautiful chain shirt. The silvery links caught the light and seemed to amplify it more then just reflect it. When he readjusted his light green shirt, no trace of his armor could be seen.
For I am Death and I won't break. I got a life I've got to take. When will it end, this sufferin' of late? It was nice to know you. __The Pretty Reckless
(ooc: apologies... my name should be Tazoh... not a big deal but it's what I have on my sheet, I guess I mixed it up during the excitement of starting a new campaign, lol)
"Albus is right, unless there's something else we should head to the Lilac Badger."
Tazoh pushes his chair back with his legs making an ungodly scraping sound as he rises from his seat. He gives an apologetic shrug but then also takes one last roll and gives a nod, "One for the road."
Sevrin rises smoothly from his seat, without the urgency of the others. “One thing before we go,” Sevrin says quietly. His tone remains calm, almost conversational. “You trusted Madam Darkslayer’s investigators enough to allow your son around them,” he says. "Did Xavword trust them as well?"