An Old Man In Grey

[CountJuno88 230]

 

*An old man stands outside the Cloud Temple as the rain pours down from on high. He is dressed in a tattered, grey robe with strange symbols etched upon it in various colors and he holds himself up by the strength of a tarnished staff seemingly made from a once shining metal. The people moving about from shop to shop, trying to avoid the droplets of rain, take little notice of the man as he rambles on. As he observes you watching him, he speaks louder and waves a soaked piece of parchment at you with the fading letters of "The Immortal Lie" written upon it. Will you approach him and see what he has to say?

 

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[Galendar 631]

Amealeo stares onward at the man as he speaks, his eyes darting to and from as he speaks, trying to make sense of it.

 

"Mmm.. troubling..." he would murmur in thought, going to stride off towards Renatus.

[susitsu 871]

Listening to the man in silence, Lucas Black would stare with his usual, unchanging expression. Once finished, he would turn and walk away from the man, muttering "So it begins..."

[VampsWillDie 76]

Gwen perks a brow at the man. "Huh?"

[Booklight12 481]

Beranabus chuckles as he listens to the man the water droplets dampening his hair as he listens to the man, finding slight interest in his words though not particularly sure what it is about. He would take a few steps over after his finishes his speech with a raised hand trying to signal his attention wearing a kind smile on his pale elven face

"Twas a grand speech my friend. Ho ho, perhaps you would like to have a drink in the tavern nearby. Or rest your feet. I would like to hear more of what you have to say."

[BMC01 3]

Arceus looks at the strange man, cocking his head to one side.

"I've seen my share of strange folk, but- AGH!"

He pulls his sopping wet hood over his face, covering his blind eye, squinting in pain.

"Bloody rain!" he grumbles as he moves off.

[The Elder Eye 101]

Radac looked to the man, listening to what he had said...

Slowly, he approached him, his ethereal body streaking the air

behind him as if painting the air itself...

He looked upon him, straightening his glasses before resting his arms on his chest.

 

"What do you speak of..?"

[Huh 91]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.