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OOC: I apologize for my inactivity, and as many of you may have guessed, I am no longer able to play in this game. Perhaps in the future I will return as a different character. Sorry if this causes an inconvenience. Cheers, Mortisan.

Victus stirs from the mass of blankets in the corner of the room, pulling himself out of the akward sleeping position with a series of cracks and pops. Packing up his belongings and donning his gear, he heads down to the lobby, assuming that to be where his companions could be found. He takes...

guh...I'm awake...really Victus drops back into his seat, extending his arm so that Astrule can hop back to his master's side. He then gives a crooked nod of thanks to Exantrius. "<I><B>Never cared much for horses. Of course, they never cared much for me either. That isn't to say that I'm...

Viscus? The chain-clad warrior scratches at his stubble as he ponders getting another drink, and winces slightly at the mispronounciation of his name. "That's Victus, Ms. Rednail, Victus Ravenmourn. As for whether we are to join that.... gathering.... I'll leave that up to Aerda here." he picks...

"I'll have the same," Victus says absent-mindedly, running his fingers over the deep scar running from the left portion of his lower lip to just short of his jawline, vaguely recalling the event which created it. Victus can't help but scoff at the loud-mouthed man of Pelor, but also can't help...

smelly bar The edge of Victus' lips twist into a sarcastic smile, whispering back, "As does this entire bloody city, my friend." Victus himself, despite the undertone of old sweat, blood, and dirt on his skin, carries a slight earthy scent, perfumed with crushed flower petals and herbs. He...

friendly neighbourhood grimy bodyguard The tall, slightly grimy man walks briskly and purposefully through the dismal city, the set of light hammers hanging from his belt clacking and clicking together with each movement, while the narrow-bladed greatsword on his back remains silent in its...