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MSD · 12-05-2003, 09:11 AM

Echoing footsteps can be heard in the distance. As the seconds pass, it becomes apparent that they are coming from someone or something that is following you. Any who turn to fact the doorway through which these echoes emanate soon realize due to the motions of the man's feet that he is aware of the oud noise he is making and is obviously doing so intentionally.

He stops in the doorway, and stands with his hands folded in fron of him, openly displaying that he is not armed. The man is of short stature, and the caritlege of his ears is elongated in such a way that it forms a point. He is dressed in a padded leather vest, wearing trousers and boots, and his clothing seems to give the impression that he has no interest in standing out in a crowd.
The man's face is handsome, but not striking, and his facial expression reveals no emotion.

After allowing the group a moment to focus on him, the man steps forward, hands at his sides, and begins to speak in a soft, soothing tone of voice.

"I see you have been unfortunate enough to lose a companion to a curse. Even as you mourn him and other fallen allies, it is important to move on. Death is one of the possible outcomes of this journey, and we must accept it if and when it strikes us.

We also must be vigilant. In a cursed place, nothing is safe. Anything you touch may turn against you. Even the shadows on which some of us rely for stealth are unsafe. I urge careful consideration before you touch anything. I have the same purpose as all of you in being here, and we will need as many of us as possible in fighting condition once we find the evili that lurks below.

I suggest we rest and recover a bit before moving on.

Without waiting for a response, the newcomer steps over to a table at the side of the room, sets down his bag, and begins rummaging through it. After a minute, he has produced a small glass, a deecanter filled with a clear liquid, and a small box.

Before continuing, he mumbles somethign to himself, and proceeds to open the decanter and box, pours himself a glass of what appears to be water, and takes a few pieces of beeff jerky and dried fish from the box.

As he consumes his meal, he converses with any who wish to speak with him.

12-05-2003, 09:11 AM	#1361 (permalink)
MSD The sky calls to us ... Super Moderator Location: CT	Echoing footsteps can be heard in the distance. As the seconds pass, it becomes apparent that they are coming from someone or something that is following you. Any who turn to fact the doorway through which these echoes emanate soon realize due to the motions of the man's feet that he is aware of the oud noise he is making and is obviously doing so intentionally. He stops in the doorway, and stands with his hands folded in fron of him, openly displaying that he is not armed. The man is of short stature, and the caritlege of his ears is elongated in such a way that it forms a point. He is dressed in a padded leather vest, wearing trousers and boots, and his clothing seems to give the impression that he has no interest in standing out in a crowd. The man's face is handsome, but not striking, and his facial expression reveals no emotion. After allowing the group a moment to focus on him, the man steps forward, hands at his sides, and begins to speak in a soft, soothing tone of voice. "I see you have been unfortunate enough to lose a companion to a curse. Even as you mourn him and other fallen allies, it is important to move on. Death is one of the possible outcomes of this journey, and we must accept it if and when it strikes us. We also must be vigilant. In a cursed place, nothing is safe. Anything you touch may turn against you. Even the shadows on which some of us rely for stealth are unsafe. I urge careful consideration before you touch anything. I have the same purpose as all of you in being here, and we will need as many of us as possible in fighting condition once we find the evili that lurks below. I suggest we rest and recover a bit before moving on. Without waiting for a response, the newcomer steps over to a table at the side of the room, sets down his bag, and begins rummaging through it. After a minute, he has produced a small glass, a deecanter filled with a clear liquid, and a small box. Before continuing, he mumbles somethign to himself, and proceeds to open the decanter and box, pours himself a glass of what appears to be water, and takes a few pieces of beeff jerky and dried fish from the box. As he consumes his meal, he converses with any who wish to speak with him.