You Are Damned

[senor_tortuga 692]

 

 

((I am going to be on vacation for a few days so i decided to write up something for what my characters would be doing during that time))

 

If any folk decided to travel or hike through the wilds of Tahn, from the savanah to the expansive forests where the elves dwell they may come upon a man, he would be clad in little, naught but a ragged loincloth and a ashen staff. He would speak little when neared and more likely than not he would bolt it.

 

The man would have ears like blades, they would curve back like terrible sickles and his eyes would have a terrible feral gleam to them. The man would have a scar across his chest from a long forgotten battle, and he would have the brand of Lur kissed upon his right peck.

 

He would not look like anyone you know at this moment as many who used to know this man have not seen him for many years. He would bear a full head of hair, tangled and nappy from the weeks of neglect. His head of light and cheerful demeanor would be gone, he would have abandoned that which tied him to civilization thus he cut all ties with those who relish in the dark gleam of civilization

 

If you do catch the man alone and bestow upon him knowledge of some sort he would mutter three words

You Are Damned.

 

((So yea its a short read but a meaningful one))

[Balthasar 2497]

(Enjoy the vacation, i suppose)

[mitto 2312]

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

 

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