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Mauve Singing Puff
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But Dark was not defeated. Hidden away from the rest of the world, he raged. If the Light and Her Children would resist Him, would steal what was His, then they would be feel His wrath.
Dark slipped from His hiding places and stole Light's secrets. With Her knowledge, He tainted Her children and crafted his own from their flesh.
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You are a Whisper, one touched by Father Dark.
From the moment of your birth, you were marked by His touch. The shadows whispered His secrets and became tools, guided by your hand to enact the will of the tribe. Though you are young and untested, you feel the comforting presence of His touch. Let the magick of others be loud and vibrant, your's will be shrouded in shadow. When the other Whispers began their work, your own hushed voice joined them, pulling silence over your allies. Now, you finger the dagger on your hip as you crouch in silent anticipation for what's to come.
You watch as the Sneaks do their work, slipping across the open area up to the palisade. Within moments, daggers glint in the night and guards are slain. Moments pass and you can just see your brethren slipping into the first few houses. Another silent moment, and then a Sneak returns, grinning viciously.
"Good hunting, yes. Guards dead, yes. Time for the killing and the taking, yes."
One of the warriors steps forwards, his grin matching the Sneak's. This one you know well as Gorrick Blackblade, the leader of your raiding party. It was he who gathered your kin-folk, and he who lead you here. By the virtue of his strength he leads, well enough it can be said. But you know, by instinct and by tradition, that others are watching and waiting for their chance. Perhaps even you...
"Yes, time for the killing and the taking. Let's go boys, kill those who resist, take the rest. Find em all! For the Dark Father!"
A roar of approval rises up from the wood line, and the party surges forward. Despite this, a few of the Whispers and the Sneak frown slightly. This is not the way of Urk-Kafer, who stalk in silence and shadow. Still, with no guards to halt your progress, it is mere moments before the small group surges into the town streets. Already your kin begin to split off, kicking in doors and searching for treasure and slaves. You find your gaze darting about the streets as you make it to the central market, gleaming eyes taking in your own options on the quest for spoils.
There, the town's inn. A caravan had come through during the observation of this town, and there's a good chance they have not left yet. Surely treasures and slaves would be there, ripe for the taking. No one else seems to be heading that way yet, but a Sneak or two would almost certainly be about, and others may follow you in.
There, the main group heads for the large chapel lead by Gorrik. It is likely they seek the greatest glory by defacing Light's image and tearing Her servants down. A good purpose, for Father Dark would delight in the death and enslavement of Her servants. With so many though, it may be difficult to lay claim to any of the spoils.
Finally, there are any number of buildings about. Nothing sets any single one apart, but you could take a chance at hunting through one of them in search of personal spoils, and who knows, perhaps you may stumble across something worth the effort.
>Where shall you go?
Current State:
Strength-1
Cunning-2
Charisma-2
Dark Magick-Shadows: This branch of the Dark Magicks deals primarily with stealth. Shadows and silence are the tools, to be shaped and directed as the caster wills.
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