Yes I promised another Characters sheet, but I really didn't like that last
cliffhanger. Enjoy!
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The moon was starting to set, and Sethor had gotten nowhere very quickly. The main festivities of the festival were already over, and the moving corpses that once littered the street were nowhere to be seen. Those villagers that now meandered along the streets were either so drunk they could not answer or they were the type that feasted upon the drunken. Now only the merchants of various trinkets remained, pandering to the drunk and the wicked.
"Give it up my friend, there is nothing here for you to find."
"Shove it Relevon, I don't have the time to explain things to you!"
Relevon seemed slightly taken aback as Sethor snapped at him. He shrugged, turned around, and started to walk back towards the Inn he had purchased a room at earlier. Striosis did not follow, instead looking directly at Sethor, an accusing tone in his eyes.
"I don't remember asking for your opinion either."
Striosis melded into the shadows, leaving Sethor alone in the moonlight. Sethor wandered for a while longer, continuing his futile search. Before long he had entered the warehouse district, only glancing at the many carts headed for the slave auctioneers. No luck would be had; every slave had been sold that evening, none of them matching the description of his wife.
Sethor eventually broke down, leaning against an iron wrought lamp post. He looked up at the stars that now began to fade and desired that he would die instead of his wife if need be. He closed his eyes and sighed, sinking down the pole until he simply lay there like the drunks around the tavern. His drink was more powerful than any of those found in a glass; tonight he would become drunk with hopelessness.
A small being watched him from within a nearby alley.
Sethor fiddled with the ring on his finger, losing himself to the memories. He didn't see the being move closer and closer, creeping along the ground as if with some great purpose. Its tail twitched as it came within five feet of him..
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Relevon grabbed the mug and drank down the Backwaters Ale.
"Hersh to ze friendz that we neber had, Sterioios."
Striosis just sighed and continued to drink water, watching people go in and out of the tavern.
"I reallliez loved dat goy. To badz we hafta leabe him."
"Who said we had to leave him?"
Relevon looked at Striosis, then looked back at his mug, taking another swig.
"Becuz I can't hazle dat much emotienal instaibilizity."
"I can."
"You canz whatz?"
"Forget it."
"Alribt."
Relevon stood up, and started over towards a group of silent men in the corner, probably to strike up an innocent conversation with them. Striosis sighed, he couldn't take too much more of this random wandering. 'Stick with what works' his mother told him. He wished he listened to her instead of joining the order.
"Ah well, alls well that ends well."
That's when Relevon made an unexpected return.
Relevon landed on top of the table from the force of the zombies toss, spilling the drinks that had been piled there throughout the night. Most of them landed without hitting any other patrons, however one of them fly straight into the backside of a well-armored Dwarf. The bar became silent.
The Dwarf stood, cold Backwaters Ale dripping thickly down its back. He turned around and examined the room. His eyes rested on Relevon, who was now standing slowly up from his awkward tumble. The Dwarfs beard reached nearly to the ground, stopping barely an inch above the floor. A throwing axe was strapped to each side of his immense bulk. He reached for an axe. Relevon simply fainted, falling back into the pile of wood that had once been the table. The Necromancers that he had attempted to talk with earlier now laughed, drawing the attention of the dwarf.
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Myths would say the fire that consumed Gilleston Port that night was caused by the gods in retaliation of the rebirth of Felisto. Little did they know that it was all a coincidence, caused by a simple bar fight between a Dwarven Council member and the head of the local Necromancers guild.
All Relevon remembered was that he had a really bad hangover the next morning, and Striosis had two black eyes and was sporting a broken arm.
The moon was starting to set, and Sethor had gotten nowhere very quickly. The main festivities of the festival were already over, and the moving corpses that once littered the street were nowhere to be seen. Those villagers that now meandered along the streets were either so drunk they could not answer or they were the type that feasted upon the drunken. Now only the merchants of various trinkets remained, pandering to the drunk and the wicked.
"Give it up my friend, there is nothing here for you to find."
"Shove it Relevon, I don't have the time to explain things to you!"
Relevon seemed slightly taken aback as Sethor snapped at him. He shrugged, turned around, and started to walk back towards the Inn he had purchased a room at earlier. Striosis did not follow, instead looking directly at Sethor, an accusing tone in his eyes.
"I don't remember asking for your opinion either."
Striosis melded into the shadows, leaving Sethor alone in the moonlight. Sethor wandered for a while longer, continuing his futile search. Before long he had entered the warehouse district, only glancing at the many carts headed for the slave auctioneers. No luck would be had; every slave had been sold that evening, none of them matching the description of his wife.
Sethor eventually broke down, leaning against an iron wrought lamp post. He looked up at the stars that now began to fade and desired that he would die instead of his wife if need be. He closed his eyes and sighed, sinking down the pole until he simply lay there like the drunks around the tavern. His drink was more powerful than any of those found in a glass; tonight he would become drunk with hopelessness.
A small being watched him from within a nearby alley.
Sethor fiddled with the ring on his finger, losing himself to the memories. He didn't see the being move closer and closer, creeping along the ground as if with some great purpose. Its tail twitched as it came within five feet of him..
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Relevon grabbed the mug and drank down the Backwaters Ale.
"Hersh to ze friendz that we neber had, Sterioios."
Striosis just sighed and continued to drink water, watching people go in and out of the tavern.
"I reallliez loved dat goy. To badz we hafta leabe him."
"Who said we had to leave him?"
Relevon looked at Striosis, then looked back at his mug, taking another swig.
"Becuz I can't hazle dat much emotienal instaibilizity."
"I can."
"You canz whatz?"
"Forget it."
"Alribt."
Relevon stood up, and started over towards a group of silent men in the corner, probably to strike up an innocent conversation with them. Striosis sighed, he couldn't take too much more of this random wandering. 'Stick with what works' his mother told him. He wished he listened to her instead of joining the order.
"Ah well, alls well that ends well."
That's when Relevon made an unexpected return.
Relevon landed on top of the table from the force of the zombies toss, spilling the drinks that had been piled there throughout the night. Most of them landed without hitting any other patrons, however one of them fly straight into the backside of a well-armored Dwarf. The bar became silent.
The Dwarf stood, cold Backwaters Ale dripping thickly down its back. He turned around and examined the room. His eyes rested on Relevon, who was now standing slowly up from his awkward tumble. The Dwarfs beard reached nearly to the ground, stopping barely an inch above the floor. A throwing axe was strapped to each side of his immense bulk. He reached for an axe. Relevon simply fainted, falling back into the pile of wood that had once been the table. The Necromancers that he had attempted to talk with earlier now laughed, drawing the attention of the dwarf.
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Myths would say the fire that consumed Gilleston Port that night was caused by the gods in retaliation of the rebirth of Felisto. Little did they know that it was all a coincidence, caused by a simple bar fight between a Dwarven Council member and the head of the local Necromancers guild.
All Relevon remembered was that he had a really bad hangover the next morning, and Striosis had two black eyes and was sporting a broken arm.