A 6'3 Human Male walks in. He wears the clothes of a paladin. He doesn't look at anyone as he passes through the rows of tables and seats till he sits down at a lone table in the back. His hair is Raven black while his eyes are dark blue. He features are soft but seemingly cold. He pulls out what looks like a Sword but is made of bones and steel. He starts sharpening it, as he does, he seems to release a fear-inducing presence
Damien looks over at him, "Hello"
The man looks up from his sword sharpening. the corner of his mouth slightly rise. "Hey there. what can i help you with" he asked. his voice was sickenly smooth and kind, like it was being forced out.
"Hm, nothing currently. Perhaps later, but not now"
"Then what do you want?"
"Nothing, mearly introducing myself. I am Damien"
"Hm." he said. he gestures to the open chair "Do you want to sit down?" he asked
Damien nods, sitting
Thomas's eyes narrow as he looks forward. "so what are you? why have you come to me?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A 6'3 Human Male walks in. He wears the clothes of a paladin. He doesn't look at anyone as he passes through the rows of tables and seats till he sits down at a lone table in the back. His hair is Raven black while his eyes are dark blue. He features are soft but seemingly cold. He pulls out what looks like a Sword but is made of bones and steel. He starts sharpening it, as he does, he seems to release a fear-inducing presence
*Hello there.*
A 5'9 woman walks in. She has very tan skin, and wears a very egyptian-esque dancers' dress. She has a black cloth on a golden headband completely covering her face, and the strangest part about her is the albino snakes for hair.
She walks over to him, the presence drawing her to him.
He looks up. His gaze seems to be like an arrow, piercing her. The corners of his his mouth move up slightly.
She sits down across from him, and even though her face is hidden, her gaze can be felt through the cloth. A sudden and short burst of red light burst from under her cloth, but it went away as quickly as it appeared.
"Now.." he said not even looking up from his sword "who are you?"
She spoke in a strange language, and there seemed to be multiple voices overlapping with hers, and the words she spoke did not sound verbal, rather, they seemed to go directly into his mind. "I am Iccauhtli. Who are you, human?"
"Thomas.. Thomas Norwood" He said. His voice was sickenly smooth and kind, like it was being forced.
"Do not hide your emotions, Norwood. I can feel the darkness from you, and it is such a wonderful darkness."
"Like you can see inside me?" He said and tilted his head
"No, I can sense it. The fear emanating from you is.... intoxicating."
*I think I might end up making her a villain now.*
"Hm" he said and chuckled a bit "Now my turn to ask a question.. why are you talking to me beside drinking in my aura"
"I don't consume aura, I bask in it. Consuming it could kill the one I'm taking it from, and if it didn't, the taste would not be as pleasant afterwards."
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A 6'3 Human Male walks in. He wears the clothes of a paladin. He doesn't look at anyone as he passes through the rows of tables and seats till he sits down at a lone table in the back. His hair is Raven black while his eyes are dark blue. He features are soft but seemingly cold. He pulls out what looks like a Sword but is made of bones and steel. He starts sharpening it, as he does, he seems to release a fear-inducing presence
*Hello there.*
A 5'9 woman walks in. She has very tan skin, and wears a very egyptian-esque dancers' dress. She has a black cloth on a golden headband completely covering her face, and the strangest part about her is the albino snakes for hair.
She walks over to him, the presence drawing her to him.
He looks up. His gaze seems to be like an arrow, piercing her. The corners of his his mouth move up slightly.
She sits down across from him, and even though her face is hidden, her gaze can be felt through the cloth. A sudden and short burst of red light burst from under her cloth, but it went away as quickly as it appeared.
"Now.." he said not even looking up from his sword "who are you?"
She spoke in a strange language, and there seemed to be multiple voices overlapping with hers, and the words she spoke did not sound verbal, rather, they seemed to go directly into his mind. "I am Iccauhtli. Who are you, human?"
"Thomas.. Thomas Norwood" He said. His voice was sickenly smooth and kind, like it was being forced.
"Do not hide your emotions, Norwood. I can feel the darkness from you, and it is such a wonderful darkness."
"Like you can see inside me?" He said and tilted his head
"No, I can sense it. The fear emanating from you is.... intoxicating."
*I think I might end up making her a villain now.*
"Hm" he said and chuckled a bit "Now my turn to ask a question.. why are you talking to me beside drinking in my aura"
"I don't consume aura, I bask in it. Consuming it could kill the one I'm taking it from, and if it didn't, the taste would not be as pleasant afterwards."
He narrowed his eyes and spoke in a infernal tongue for a minute before switching back to common "Anyways, what brings you to this tavern"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A 6'3 Human Male walks in. He wears the clothes of a paladin. He doesn't look at anyone as he passes through the rows of tables and seats till he sits down at a lone table in the back. His hair is Raven black while his eyes are dark blue. He features are soft but seemingly cold. He pulls out what looks like a Sword but is made of bones and steel. He starts sharpening it, as he does, he seems to release a fear-inducing presence
*Hello there.*
A 5'9 woman walks in. She has very tan skin, and wears a very egyptian-esque dancers' dress. She has a black cloth on a golden headband completely covering her face, and the strangest part about her is the albino snakes for hair.
She walks over to him, the presence drawing her to him.
He looks up. His gaze seems to be like an arrow, piercing her. The corners of his his mouth move up slightly.
She sits down across from him, and even though her face is hidden, her gaze can be felt through the cloth. A sudden and short burst of red light burst from under her cloth, but it went away as quickly as it appeared.
"Now.." he said not even looking up from his sword "who are you?"
She spoke in a strange language, and there seemed to be multiple voices overlapping with hers, and the words she spoke did not sound verbal, rather, they seemed to go directly into his mind. "I am Iccauhtli. Who are you, human?"
"Thomas.. Thomas Norwood" He said. His voice was sickenly smooth and kind, like it was being forced.
"Do not hide your emotions, Norwood. I can feel the darkness from you, and it is such a wonderful darkness."
"Like you can see inside me?" He said and tilted his head
"No, I can sense it. The fear emanating from you is.... intoxicating."
*I think I might end up making her a villain now.*
"Hm" he said and chuckled a bit "Now my turn to ask a question.. why are you talking to me beside drinking in my aura"
"I don't consume aura, I bask in it. Consuming it could kill the one I'm taking it from, and if it didn't, the taste would not be as pleasant afterwards."
He narrowed his eyes and spoke in a infernal tongue for a minute before switching back to common "Anyways, what brings you to this tavern"
"I felt death."
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A 6'3 Human Male walks in. He wears the clothes of a paladin. He doesn't look at anyone as he passes through the rows of tables and seats till he sits down at a lone table in the back. His hair is Raven black while his eyes are dark blue. He features are soft but seemingly cold. He pulls out what looks like a Sword but is made of bones and steel. He starts sharpening it, as he does, he seems to release a fear-inducing presence
Damien looks over at him, "Hello"
The man looks up from his sword sharpening. the corner of his mouth slightly rise. "Hey there. what can i help you with" he asked. his voice was sickenly smooth and kind, like it was being forced out.
"Hm, nothing currently. Perhaps later, but not now"
"Then what do you want?"
"Nothing, mearly introducing myself. I am Damien"
"Hm." he said. he gestures to the open chair "Do you want to sit down?" he asked
Damien nods, sitting
Thomas's eyes narrow as he looks forward. "so what are you? why have you come to me?"
"I am a...... scientist of sorts," He seems to smile, though the mask makes it hard to tell
A 6'3 Human Male walks in. He wears the clothes of a paladin. He doesn't look at anyone as he passes through the rows of tables and seats till he sits down at a lone table in the back. His hair is Raven black while his eyes are dark blue. He features are soft but seemingly cold. He pulls out what looks like a Sword but is made of bones and steel. He starts sharpening it, as he does, he seems to release a fear-inducing presence
*Hello there.*
A 5'9 woman walks in. She has very tan skin, and wears a very egyptian-esque dancers' dress. She has a black cloth on a golden headband completely covering her face, and the strangest part about her is the albino snakes for hair.
She walks over to him, the presence drawing her to him.
He looks up. His gaze seems to be like an arrow, piercing her. The corners of his his mouth move up slightly.
She sits down across from him, and even though her face is hidden, her gaze can be felt through the cloth. A sudden and short burst of red light burst from under her cloth, but it went away as quickly as it appeared.
"Now.." he said not even looking up from his sword "who are you?"
She spoke in a strange language, and there seemed to be multiple voices overlapping with hers, and the words she spoke did not sound verbal, rather, they seemed to go directly into his mind. "I am Iccauhtli. Who are you, human?"
"Thomas.. Thomas Norwood" He said. His voice was sickenly smooth and kind, like it was being forced.
"Do not hide your emotions, Norwood. I can feel the darkness from you, and it is such a wonderful darkness."
"Like you can see inside me?" He said and tilted his head
"No, I can sense it. The fear emanating from you is.... intoxicating."
*I think I might end up making her a villain now.*
"Hm" he said and chuckled a bit "Now my turn to ask a question.. why are you talking to me beside drinking in my aura"
"I don't consume aura, I bask in it. Consuming it could kill the one I'm taking it from, and if it didn't, the taste would not be as pleasant afterwards."
He narrowed his eyes and spoke in a infernal tongue for a minute before switching back to common "Anyways, what brings you to this tavern"
"I felt death."
"ah yes.. that was cryptic has (gp)" he said and chuckled
A 6'3 Human Male walks in. He wears the clothes of a paladin. He doesn't look at anyone as he passes through the rows of tables and seats till he sits down at a lone table in the back. His hair is Raven black while his eyes are dark blue. He features are soft but seemingly cold. He pulls out what looks like a Sword but is made of bones and steel. He starts sharpening it, as he does, he seems to release a fear-inducing presence
*Hello there.*
A 5'9 woman walks in. She has very tan skin, and wears a very egyptian-esque dancers' dress. She has a black cloth on a golden headband completely covering her face, and the strangest part about her is the albino snakes for hair.
She walks over to him, the presence drawing her to him.
He looks up. His gaze seems to be like an arrow, piercing her. The corners of his his mouth move up slightly.
She sits down across from him, and even though her face is hidden, her gaze can be felt through the cloth. A sudden and short burst of red light burst from under her cloth, but it went away as quickly as it appeared.
"Now.." he said not even looking up from his sword "who are you?"
She spoke in a strange language, and there seemed to be multiple voices overlapping with hers, and the words she spoke did not sound verbal, rather, they seemed to go directly into his mind. "I am Iccauhtli. Who are you, human?"
"Thomas.. Thomas Norwood" He said. His voice was sickenly smooth and kind, like it was being forced.
"Do not hide your emotions, Norwood. I can feel the darkness from you, and it is such a wonderful darkness."
"Like you can see inside me?" He said and tilted his head
"No, I can sense it. The fear emanating from you is.... intoxicating."
*I think I might end up making her a villain now.*
"Hm" he said and chuckled a bit "Now my turn to ask a question.. why are you talking to me beside drinking in my aura"
"I don't consume aura, I bask in it. Consuming it could kill the one I'm taking it from, and if it didn't, the taste would not be as pleasant afterwards."
He narrowed his eyes and spoke in a infernal tongue for a minute before switching back to common "Anyways, what brings you to this tavern"
"I felt death."
"ah yes.. that was crypt has (gp)" he said and chuckled
She points at Damien. "He... is either the source, cause, or deeply entangled with it."
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A 6'3 Human Male walks in. He wears the clothes of a paladin. He doesn't look at anyone as he passes through the rows of tables and seats till he sits down at a lone table in the back. His hair is Raven black while his eyes are dark blue. He features are soft but seemingly cold. He pulls out what looks like a Sword but is made of bones and steel. He starts sharpening it, as he does, he seems to release a fear-inducing presence
Damien looks over at him, "Hello"
The man looks up from his sword sharpening. the corner of his mouth slightly rise. "Hey there. what can i help you with" he asked. his voice was sickenly smooth and kind, like it was being forced out.
"Hm, nothing currently. Perhaps later, but not now"
"Then what do you want?"
"Nothing, mearly introducing myself. I am Damien"
"Hm." he said. he gestures to the open chair "Do you want to sit down?" he asked
Damien nods, sitting
Thomas's eyes narrow as he looks forward. "so what are you? why have you come to me?"
"I am a...... scientist of sorts," He seems to smile, though the mask makes it hard to tell
Thomas leans on one of his cloth gloved hands and raises an eyebrow
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
“Cool, I’m an accountant. What kinda work do you do?”
"A little something called Nunya."
“Well, I should probably tell you about the guardians then”
"I doubt people called The Guardians would waste time on little old me."
“Probably not but keep stealing from everyone and they may get interesting, also murder tends to attract them in a good amount of force. Point is you should hide your crimes more”
A 6'3 Human Male walks in. He wears the clothes of a paladin. He doesn't look at anyone as he passes through the rows of tables and seats till he sits down at a lone table in the back. His hair is Raven black while his eyes are dark blue. He features are soft but seemingly cold. He pulls out what looks like a Sword but is made of bones and steel. He starts sharpening it, as he does, he seems to release a fear-inducing presence
*Hello there.*
A 5'9 woman walks in. She has very tan skin, and wears a very egyptian-esque dancers' dress. She has a black cloth on a golden headband completely covering her face, and the strangest part about her is the albino snakes for hair.
She walks over to him, the presence drawing her to him.
He looks up. His gaze seems to be like an arrow, piercing her. The corners of his his mouth move up slightly.
She sits down across from him, and even though her face is hidden, her gaze can be felt through the cloth. A sudden and short burst of red light burst from under her cloth, but it went away as quickly as it appeared.
"Now.." he said not even looking up from his sword "who are you?"
She spoke in a strange language, and there seemed to be multiple voices overlapping with hers, and the words she spoke did not sound verbal, rather, they seemed to go directly into his mind. "I am Iccauhtli. Who are you, human?"
"Thomas.. Thomas Norwood" He said. His voice was sickenly smooth and kind, like it was being forced.
"Do not hide your emotions, Norwood. I can feel the darkness from you, and it is such a wonderful darkness."
"Like you can see inside me?" He said and tilted his head
"No, I can sense it. The fear emanating from you is.... intoxicating."
*I think I might end up making her a villain now.*
"Hm" he said and chuckled a bit "Now my turn to ask a question.. why are you talking to me beside drinking in my aura"
"I don't consume aura, I bask in it. Consuming it could kill the one I'm taking it from, and if it didn't, the taste would not be as pleasant afterwards."
He narrowed his eyes and spoke in a infernal tongue for a minute before switching back to common "Anyways, what brings you to this tavern"
"I felt death."
"ah yes.. that was cryptic as (gp)" he said and chuckled
She points at Damien. "He... is either the source, cause, or deeply entangled with it."
"Probably entangled" He said and chuckled to himself "Then again, everyone is entangled in death somehow"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A 6'3 Human Male walks in. He wears the clothes of a paladin. He doesn't look at anyone as he passes through the rows of tables and seats till he sits down at a lone table in the back. His hair is Raven black while his eyes are dark blue. He features are soft but seemingly cold. He pulls out what looks like a Sword but is made of bones and steel. He starts sharpening it, as he does, he seems to release a fear-inducing presence
Damien looks over at him, "Hello"
The man looks up from his sword sharpening. the corner of his mouth slightly rise. "Hey there. what can i help you with" he asked. his voice was sickenly smooth and kind, like it was being forced out.
"Hm, nothing currently. Perhaps later, but not now"
"Then what do you want?"
"Nothing, mearly introducing myself. I am Damien"
"Hm." he said. he gestures to the open chair "Do you want to sit down?" he asked
Damien nods, sitting
Thomas's eyes narrow as he looks forward. "so what are you? why have you come to me?"
"I am a...... scientist of sorts," He seems to smile, though the mask makes it hard to tell
Thomas leans on one of his cloth gloved hands and raises an eyebrow
“Cool, I’m an accountant. What kinda work do you do?”
"A little something called Nunya."
“Well, I should probably tell you about the guardians then”
"I doubt people called The Guardians would waste time on little old me."
“Probably not but keep stealing from everyone and they may get interesting, also murder tends to attract them in a good amount of force. Point is you should hide your crimes more”
She feigned offense, "Oh my! Are you accusing me of Murder? I would never do such a thing! Besides..." She got up and walked around him, picking one of his pockets to take something. *SOH roll:29* "...I am a professional."
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A 6'3 Human Male walks in. He wears the clothes of a paladin. He doesn't look at anyone as he passes through the rows of tables and seats till he sits down at a lone table in the back. His hair is Raven black while his eyes are dark blue. He features are soft but seemingly cold. He pulls out what looks like a Sword but is made of bones and steel. He starts sharpening it, as he does, he seems to release a fear-inducing presence
*Hello there.*
A 5'9 woman walks in. She has very tan skin, and wears a very egyptian-esque dancers' dress. She has a black cloth on a golden headband completely covering her face, and the strangest part about her is the albino snakes for hair.
She walks over to him, the presence drawing her to him.
He looks up. His gaze seems to be like an arrow, piercing her. The corners of his his mouth move up slightly.
She sits down across from him, and even though her face is hidden, her gaze can be felt through the cloth. A sudden and short burst of red light burst from under her cloth, but it went away as quickly as it appeared.
"Now.." he said not even looking up from his sword "who are you?"
She spoke in a strange language, and there seemed to be multiple voices overlapping with hers, and the words she spoke did not sound verbal, rather, they seemed to go directly into his mind. "I am Iccauhtli. Who are you, human?"
"Thomas.. Thomas Norwood" He said. His voice was sickenly smooth and kind, like it was being forced.
"Do not hide your emotions, Norwood. I can feel the darkness from you, and it is such a wonderful darkness."
"Like you can see inside me?" He said and tilted his head
"No, I can sense it. The fear emanating from you is.... intoxicating."
*I think I might end up making her a villain now.*
"Hm" he said and chuckled a bit "Now my turn to ask a question.. why are you talking to me beside drinking in my aura"
"I don't consume aura, I bask in it. Consuming it could kill the one I'm taking it from, and if it didn't, the taste would not be as pleasant afterwards."
He narrowed his eyes and spoke in a infernal tongue for a minute before switching back to common "Anyways, what brings you to this tavern"
"I felt death."
"ah yes.. that was cryptic as (gp)" he said and chuckled
She points at Damien. "He... is either the source, cause, or deeply entangled with it."
"Probably entangled" He said and chuckled to himself "Then again, everyone is entangled in death somehow"
"No, he is... he reeks of it. It is such a pleasant scent."
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“Well, I should probably tell you about the guardians then”
"I doubt people called The Guardians would waste time on little old me."
“Probably not but keep stealing from everyone and they may get interesting, also murder tends to attract them in a good amount of force. Point is you should hide your crimes more”
She feigned offense, "Oh my! Are you accusing me of Murder? I would never do such a thing! Besides..." She got up and walked around him, picking one of his pockets to take something. *SOH roll:37* "...I am a professional."
“You walked around everyone in the room before placing a lot of gold and assorted items on a table, you look as rouge as you can, I’m pretty sure that’s my watch over there and now you just picked my pockets to prove a point”
“ah, what brings you to the tavern?”
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Thomas's eyes narrow as he looks forward. "so what are you? why have you come to me?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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"I don't consume aura, I bask in it. Consuming it could kill the one I'm taking it from, and if it didn't, the taste would not be as pleasant afterwards."
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She leaned back in her chair. "Business."
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He narrowed his eyes and spoke in a infernal tongue for a minute before switching back to common "Anyways, what brings you to this tavern"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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“Cool, I’m an accountant. What kinda work do you do?”
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"I felt death."
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"A little something called Nunya."
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"I am a...... scientist of sorts," He seems to smile, though the mask makes it hard to tell
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"ah yes.. that was cryptic has (gp)" he said and chuckled
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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“Well, I should probably tell you about the guardians then”
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She points at Damien. "He... is either the source, cause, or deeply entangled with it."
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Thomas leans on one of his cloth gloved hands and raises an eyebrow
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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"I doubt people called The Guardians would waste time on little old me."
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“Probably not but keep stealing from everyone and they may get interesting, also murder tends to attract them in a good amount of force. Point is you should hide your crimes more”
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"Probably entangled" He said and chuckled to himself "Then again, everyone is entangled in death somehow"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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"I experiment, its simple"
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She feigned offense, "Oh my! Are you accusing me of Murder? I would never do such a thing! Besides..." She got up and walked around him, picking one of his pockets to take something. *SOH roll:29* "...I am a professional."
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"No, he is... he reeks of it. It is such a pleasant scent."
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“You walked around everyone in the room before placing a lot of gold and assorted items on a table, you look as rouge as you can, I’m pretty sure that’s my watch over there and now you just picked my pockets to prove a point”
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