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9/8/2021 3:06:41 AM
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[spoiler]I haven’t done one of these in a while, so why not! Let’s use one of my lesser used characters here.[/spoiler]
A strange tiefling man garbed in green silks walks up towards the ship that afternoon. He looks almost human, except for a pair of horns upon his forehead, striped markings on his face, and a long but thin tale. The tiefling l, named Stígandr, stands tall around 6’1 and sports long dark red hair. Although he probably revived a note, he acts like he did not. Instead wandering up towards the ship and knocking.
“Terribly sorry, but I don’t suppose you know what happened to the tree that used to be here? Large tree, perhaps oak, maybe it rings a few bells? Do I hath not rested today, and ‘twas a great place for relaxation. Doth thee happen to know what happened to it? Perhaps it was moved by thy city, cut down, or crushed by some random metal contraption! All the usually, so who knows?” He strangely jests nearby the doors.
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Once he arrives, A man stands within a massive door. His body is covered with a cloak, but his face is horribly scarred, and his eyes shift between a rainbow of colors. “Ah! A teifling! Welcome!” He coughs. “And uhm…it was most likely crushed. Apologies.”
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“Well it is quite a shame that it hath been slain. By chance it is not your fault, how could one know my resting tree will be crushed when a tin can is dropped from the skies above? Speaking of which, what is this metal contraption doing here anyways?”
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He frowns slightly. “It’s not a tin can! It’s a mena- sorry, sorry.” He clears his throat. “I’m here to offer many people a chance at a safe home, with the ability to live like a king!”
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“Live like a King you say? Hmmm, that does indeed peak my interest. Very well, continue. Speak more of this tin can of yours!”
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“Well, follow me inside!” He starts to walk inside.
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“Very well, let’s see what wonders await!” He says enthusiastically. But Beneath that mask of enthusiasm and excitement is caution. The tiefling walks lightly, alway ready to tumble out of rangers way if necessary.
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The man walks down a massive hallway, his footsteps echoing, with the hallway seeming endless. “So…you’re a tiefling?”
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“Yes indeed, but what are you? I don’t think I caught your name, yet alone whatever else you may be.”
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He chuckles. “I’m…well, I focus too much on my work to remember what I am.”
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“That is quite Strange.” He says, not quite believing it. “What is it that you do then that keeps you occupied?”
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“Well…really just conserving life.”
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“That’s…..very specific and enlightening of an answer.” The tiefling responds while following.
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“Mhm.” He nods. “Sorry for the long walk.”
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Edited by Warlock Holmes: 9/8/2021 9:58:25 PM“Do not fret over it. Longer walks can be nice. They tend to be enjoyable, healthy, or leading to death traps. Quite possibly all three!”
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“Mhm! Always fun!” He laughs
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“Yes, very fun indeed.” He says with a small amount of suspicion creeping into his voice.
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“Mhm!” He keeps walking, and reaches a large door, where he begins to scan himself.
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“What exactly is it that we will find up ahead?” The tiefling asks curiosity. He looks around carefully while the stranger is busy scanning himself.
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“Oh….my special housing!”
