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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 7:19 am
((Open rp, and ill also get on illarion later today if i can))
"Well", Cris began thinking to himself, "It's been a long while. Surely they've forgotten what i look like by now".
Wearing his loos black clothing and hood, he crept into town. He hadn't eaten in days, and a gnawing hunger ate away at him, causing him to clutch his stomach as it grumbled desperately for food once again.
"Surely I can find an easy target, get some money, and then buy some food before I'm reported. If I'm lucky, I'll get enough to buy some wood as well"
Cris sighed, "Look at me, reduced to somebody stealing for food rather than wealth. Stephen will pay one of these days, for keeping me out for so long", he thought, and then cursed under his breath.
Cris made sure that his trademark rapier was tucked safely in his overlying robe, and then stepped just outside Trollsbane, scanning over the area for a victim.
((EDIT: Just saw the disease rp for trollsbane, tell me if the following is out of line, though it fits my backstories completely))
As he neared the town, Cris noticed that the air seemed unusual, less pure than it should be, it seemed. For a moment he started to become weaker, he could feel it, though through a quick moment of concentration, the impurity was gone. Still, he couldn't resist whatever that was forever, so he'd need to find a victim fast.
"If this is a disease, it should make for some easy targets", he contemplated, "But i'll need to be quicker than originally planned, not even a demon could resist whatever this is forever".
He entered the town, a certain uneasiness within his mind and body.
"Well", Cris began thinking to himself, "It's been a long while. Surely they've forgotten what i look like by now".
Wearing his loos black clothing and hood, he crept into town. He hadn't eaten in days, and a gnawing hunger ate away at him, causing him to clutch his stomach as it grumbled desperately for food once again.
"Surely I can find an easy target, get some money, and then buy some food before I'm reported. If I'm lucky, I'll get enough to buy some wood as well"
Cris sighed, "Look at me, reduced to somebody stealing for food rather than wealth. Stephen will pay one of these days, for keeping me out for so long", he thought, and then cursed under his breath.
Cris made sure that his trademark rapier was tucked safely in his overlying robe, and then stepped just outside Trollsbane, scanning over the area for a victim.
((EDIT: Just saw the disease rp for trollsbane, tell me if the following is out of line, though it fits my backstories completely))
As he neared the town, Cris noticed that the air seemed unusual, less pure than it should be, it seemed. For a moment he started to become weaker, he could feel it, though through a quick moment of concentration, the impurity was gone. Still, he couldn't resist whatever that was forever, so he'd need to find a victim fast.
"If this is a disease, it should make for some easy targets", he contemplated, "But i'll need to be quicker than originally planned, not even a demon could resist whatever this is forever".
He entered the town, a certain uneasiness within his mind and body.