Goldenwing Incorporated

A man is waiting outside, invitation in hand, and toting a large black suitcase

Antonio returns his hands to his pockets with a sly grin and begins to follow, every step seemingly different from the last, as if he is intentionally being overly difficult or dramatic. He hums a tune as he walks, his hair ends floating softly as he does so.

'Good afternoon'

They all see a much more lavish main room. All a pristine white, with various chairs, tables, couches and other places to relax and lounge around. A stairwell leads upwards “Your rooms are upstairs, lads and lassies.” The man is still smoking his pipe

'This place truly is beautiful. Reminds me of my own house, actually. Your servants must have done an excellent job. Perhaps they are scared of what will happen to them if they do not?'

Antonio nods and takes a seat on one of the couches, crossing his legs and closing his eyes. He hums as he lays there, occasionally checking his stopwatch for the time as he lays, the clock’s ticking seeming to echo in everyone’s mind while it’s open but he quickly closes it every time. *I’m still thinking of the homebrew for the stopwatch if that’s cool.*

'So then, who are you?'

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'This place truly is beautiful. Reminds me of my own house, actually. Your servants must have done an excellent job. Perhaps they are scared of what will happen to them if they do not?'

 “The servants are warforged. Can’t drink oil, can you lad?” He smiles, showing off fangs

'Excellent. After all, we wouldn't want the peasantry in a place like this, spreading their germs. Warforged are much more convenient, and a good deal more obedient'

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'Excellent. After all, we wouldn't want the peasantry in a place like this, spreading their germs. Warforged are much more convenient, and a good deal more obedient'

 “Now don’t be disrespecting the common folks here. I’m a man of the people. Everyone’s got germs.”

'I'd say I'm a man of the people too. Though it seems the people would rather not think of me in that way. My name is Iago Catesby, I'm the new interrogator'

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'I'd say I'm a man of the people too. Though it seems the people would rather not think of me in that way. My name is Iago Catesby, I'm the new interrogator'

 “So I’ve heard. You may call me Z.”

A figure shrouded in robes strolls up to the double doors of the mansion. He wears a large and billowy robe, with a made covering all but his mouth and the tip of his nose. How can he even see? He walks with a mysterious but powerful presence, his strides are long and confident. As he approaches the doors, they seemingly open for him without him pushing them at all. They slowly creak open, and he continues to walk inside. Once inside the manor, he slowly removes his hood. His face is stoic, with scars across the right side of his face. His hair is around ear length and is greying only slightly. He has stubble around his face and his eyes are bright blue. The man and women speaking to Antonio recognize this newcomer as an odd, but powerful hermit named Kane River.

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A young man named Kato stands before the door. He looks pretty good, except for his hair, which is all frizzy. He takes a deep breath, then opens the door.

 *since i forgot a song earlier…monster from epic the musical*

A tall and slender man follows him. He has curly black hair that almost covers pointed ears, revealing elvish heritage. Pale gray eyes dart towards Kato as he walks by him, as if wanting to speak but not quite sure what to say. He wears a fitted leather jacket and black leggings. *he’s trans so most mistake him for a woman*

*Forgot to mention that Antonio is of Gith Heritage.*

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A figure shrouded in robes strolls up to the double doors of the mansion. He wears a large and billowy robe, with a made covering all but his mouth and the tip of his nose. How can he even see? He walks with a mysterious but powerful presence, his strides are long and confident. As he approaches the doors, they seemingly open for him without him pushing them at all. They slowly creak open, and he continues to walk inside. Once inside the manor, he slowly removes his hood. His face is stoic, with scars across the right side of his face. His hair is around ear length and is greying only slightly. He has stubble around his face and his eyes are bright blue. The man and women speaking to Antonio recognize this newcomer as an odd, but powerful hermit named Kane River.

 A tall and slender man follows him. He has curly black hair that almost covers pointed ears, revealing elvish heritage. Pale gray eyes dart towards Kane as he walks by him, as if wanting to speak but not quite sure what to say. He wears a fitted leather jacket and black leggings. *he’s trans so most mistake him for a woman*

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A figure shrouded in robes strolls up to the double doors of the mansion. He wears a large and billowy robe, with a made covering all but his mouth and the tip of his nose. How can he even see? He walks with a mysterious but powerful presence, his strides are long and confident. As he approaches the doors, they seemingly open for him without him pushing them at all. They slowly creak open, and he continues to walk inside. Once inside the manor, he slowly removes his hood. His face is stoic, with scars across the right side of his face. His hair is around ear length and is greying only slightly. He has stubble around his face and his eyes are bright blue. The man and women speaking to Antonio recognize this newcomer as an odd, but powerful hermit named Kane River.

 A tall and slender man follows him. He has curly black hair that almost covers pointed ears, revealing elvish heritage. Pale gray eyes dart towards Kane as he walks by him, as if wanting to speak but not quite sure what to say. He wears a fitted leather jacket and black leggings. *he’s trans so most mistake him for a woman*

 Kane nods his head at the Elf and speaks in a soft voice with a slight British accent. “Greetings.” His arms and body remain hidden behind his cloak.

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A figure shrouded in robes strolls up to the double doors of the mansion. He wears a large and billowy robe, with a made covering all but his mouth and the tip of his nose. How can he even see? He walks with a mysterious but powerful presence, his strides are long and confident. As he approaches the doors, they seemingly open for him without him pushing them at all. They slowly creak open, and he continues to walk inside. Once inside the manor, he slowly removes his hood. His face is stoic, with scars across the right side of his face. His hair is around ear length and is greying only slightly. He has stubble around his face and his eyes are bright blue. The man and women speaking to Antonio recognize this newcomer as an odd, but powerful hermit named Kane River.

 A tall and slender man follows him. He has curly black hair that almost covers pointed ears, revealing elvish heritage. Pale gray eyes dart towards Kane as he walks by him, as if wanting to speak but not quite sure what to say. He wears a fitted leather jacket and black leggings. *he’s trans so most mistake him for a woman*

 Kane nods his head at the Elf and speaks in a soft voice with a slight British accent. “Greetings.” His arms and body remain hidden behind his cloak.

 “Hello.” The half elf speaks with a well hidden Canadian accent. “And who might you be?”

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A figure shrouded in robes strolls up to the double doors of the mansion. He wears a large and billowy robe, with a made covering all but his mouth and the tip of his nose. How can he even see? He walks with a mysterious but powerful presence, his strides are long and confident. As he approaches the doors, they seemingly open for him without him pushing them at all. They slowly creak open, and he continues to walk inside. Once inside the manor, he slowly removes his hood. His face is stoic, with scars across the right side of his face. His hair is around ear length and is greying only slightly. He has stubble around his face and his eyes are bright blue. The man and women speaking to Antonio recognize this newcomer as an odd, but powerful hermit named Kane River.

 A tall and slender man follows him. He has curly black hair that almost covers pointed ears, revealing elvish heritage. Pale gray eyes dart towards Kane as he walks by him, as if wanting to speak but not quite sure what to say. He wears a fitted leather jacket and black leggings. *he’s trans so most mistake him for a woman*

 Kane nods his head at the Elf and speaks in a soft voice with a slight British accent. “Greetings.” His arms and body remain hidden behind his cloak.

 “Hello.” The half elf speaks with a well hidden Canadian accent. “And who might you be?”

 “Here, I am known as Kane. Kane River. And you?” He turns his head to look at the half elf, his blue eyes are so bright and unwavering that they seem to gaze into the elf’s very soul.

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A figure shrouded in robes strolls up to the double doors of the mansion. He wears a large and billowy robe, with a made covering all but his mouth and the tip of his nose. How can he even see? He walks with a mysterious but powerful presence, his strides are long and confident. As he approaches the doors, they seemingly open for him without him pushing them at all. They slowly creak open, and he continues to walk inside. Once inside the manor, he slowly removes his hood. His face is stoic, with scars across the right side of his face. His hair is around ear length and is greying only slightly. He has stubble around his face and his eyes are bright blue. The man and women speaking to Antonio recognize this newcomer as an odd, but powerful hermit named Kane River.

 A tall and slender man follows him. He has curly black hair that almost covers pointed ears, revealing elvish heritage. Pale gray eyes dart towards Kane as he walks by him, as if wanting to speak but not quite sure what to say. He wears a fitted leather jacket and black leggings. *he’s trans so most mistake him for a woman*

 Kane nods his head at the Elf and speaks in a soft voice with a slight British accent. “Greetings.” His arms and body remain hidden behind his cloak.

 “Hello.” The half elf speaks with a well hidden Canadian accent. “And who might you be?”

 “Here, I am known as Kane. Kane River. And you?” He turns his head to look at the half elf, his blue eyes are so bright and unwavering that they seem to gaze into the elf’s very soul.

 His eyes narrow for a brief moment, easily missable. “Isa, sir. Isa Dono.”