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<blockquote data-quote="elapse" data-source="post: 2555546" data-attributes="member: 35572"><p>Reznik, Rogue</p><p>As the men at the tables stood, Reznik sighed deeply. He looked into the mug of ale, cupped in both hands, and raised it to his lips. Tilting his head back, exposing the ugly scars on his neck, he took a long swallow, savoring each moment as the drink trickled down his throat. He took the now empty mug from his lips and placed it on the table, at the same time lowering his head.</p><p></p><p>A small town, a shadow legate, an orc host...Reznik knew this story, how it would play out, how it would end. The scar across his back and neck both tingled as he remembered. Reznik almost felt a pang of guilt as he entertained the idea that the host had come to Caft on news of the resistance. But no, <span style="color: Orange">"Guilt is a weakness, many have died and many more will die before Izrador falls"</span>, he thought to himself. If his cover was compromised then he would leave. Maybe he would trail the host and kill them one-by-one over the course of their ravages through the north lands.</p><p></p><p>With that, he rose from the table and rushed from the inn. He cared little for most of the residents of Caft, but he was a fool to think that they would just lay down their lives and die. Surely they would fight. He thought of the young woman from the South and the quiet woodsman. As much as he hated to admit it, he cared if the woman was hurt. Images of his own wife's rape and murder at the hands of the orcs raced through his mind. He put those thoughts aside as he scolded himself, <span style="color: Orange">"Harden yourself weakling. Forget the past. You are no longer the pitiful farmer of Port Esben."</span></p><p></p><p>He ran as fast he could for the barn. He slept in a loft, and there, hidden in the hay, were his blades and sling-bag. Whether he could find the woodsman and engage in open conflict or just observe the plunder from afar, he would need his belongings.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="elapse, post: 2555546, member: 35572"] Reznik, Rogue As the men at the tables stood, Reznik sighed deeply. He looked into the mug of ale, cupped in both hands, and raised it to his lips. Tilting his head back, exposing the ugly scars on his neck, he took a long swallow, savoring each moment as the drink trickled down his throat. He took the now empty mug from his lips and placed it on the table, at the same time lowering his head. A small town, a shadow legate, an orc host...Reznik knew this story, how it would play out, how it would end. The scar across his back and neck both tingled as he remembered. Reznik almost felt a pang of guilt as he entertained the idea that the host had come to Caft on news of the resistance. But no, [COLOR=Orange]"Guilt is a weakness, many have died and many more will die before Izrador falls"[/COLOR], he thought to himself. If his cover was compromised then he would leave. Maybe he would trail the host and kill them one-by-one over the course of their ravages through the north lands. With that, he rose from the table and rushed from the inn. He cared little for most of the residents of Caft, but he was a fool to think that they would just lay down their lives and die. Surely they would fight. He thought of the young woman from the South and the quiet woodsman. As much as he hated to admit it, he cared if the woman was hurt. Images of his own wife's rape and murder at the hands of the orcs raced through his mind. He put those thoughts aside as he scolded himself, [COLOR=Orange]"Harden yourself weakling. Forget the past. You are no longer the pitiful farmer of Port Esben."[/COLOR] He ran as fast he could for the barn. He slept in a loft, and there, hidden in the hay, were his blades and sling-bag. Whether he could find the woodsman and engage in open conflict or just observe the plunder from afar, he would need his belongings. [/QUOTE]
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