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Realizing he'd said more than he should, Roger tried to lighten the mood. "No," he said laughiing between his words, "not real hauntings. Your right though, the place does have the look for it. I'm looking for rumors. Storys people have made up. My job is to restore this theatre's...

He had expected to be here alone to investigate the hauntings. All these people were going to get in the way. Trying to remember anything he could about the place on his own, he started walking down the isles, looking at the artwork, the windows, the sound system and anything else that might...

Hildor tries to listen to the conversation, making out what he can before going outside. In any case it was refreshing to see another elf in the group. He unceremoniously sniffs his armpits and decides he could put off cleaning a little longer. Looking around he sees the dwarves hard at work...

Importance? Meh. In the scheme of things Hildor knew his place, or rather that he didn't have one. As speaking went, this had turned out well. Just a mild warning, no serious threats this time. He decided he liked Braggi. Hildor stood to walk out of the tent, but as he gets to the opening...

Hildor sits there quietly for a moment. "I'm not good with words," Hildor warned. Once again he was going to get himself in trouble. "So forgive me if I offend. I'm breaking a promise of sorts by not being as discrete as I could. I know they distrust me. They misjudge me and I don't care."...

As soon as he hung up the phone he went to call the lady he had planned to meet tonight to tell her they would need to put off their appointment. It didn't quite go as planned and for the sake of brevity, he ended up calling her back and holding the session over the phone. After hours and...

The spitting and insults didn't bother Hildor. Short of an aggression, the elf could not be woken from his thoughts. As Hildor silently approached Dowken and Nae'talis he looked morosely toward the ground. It was all too much to take in. The more he knew the less sense it made. First there...

Somewhat taken aback by Hrolf snapping out of his daze so quickly, Hildor almost trips over himself. Once again he'd spoken, once again it had done him no good. He sheepishly follows Hrolf and the others as they return to Braggi.

He wanted to further examine the situation, but he needed to return to Nae'talis, and if this wasn't Hrolf an army of Tyrran soldiers could handle him. "Didn't your boss tell you to find Hrolf? Lets bring him back." Hildor sheaths his sword, puts away his dart, then heads determined toward...

So they were going to pay for him for his hobby, and he might even get a line in a paper. That would be good for business. Maybe he'd even cancel his appointment tonight. "No problem. I have some free time tonight in fact, would that be ok? We can talk about payment when I get there." He...

Hildor began to sheath his weopons but stopped. Hrolf didn't seem the type to be startled. And where was that light coming from? Something wasn't right. How could he know this was Hrolf and not another imposter? Keeping his weopons out he walked around Hrolf to look in the lighted cave, to...

If anyone had bothered to look, Hildor's was grinding his teeth. Hrolf was incompentent. He charged in recklessly, underestimated his opponents and had taken the most damage from his own weopon. He had already judged Hildor. He had been a convenient excuse to follow Nae'talis, and that was...

"I'll probably only need the video camera. I'm not here to look for a ghost ma'am. Most of these tools are used for collecting evidence. My goal is to prove to your sister that she didn't see what she believes she did. Her doctor thinks it will help." Everyone asks that, he thought. He had...

Roger Eugene Evans Height: 5’6" Weight: 140lbs Hair: Black Eyes: Brown Skin: Pale White Age: 28 Size: Medium Str: 8 (-1) Dex: 10 (0) Con: 12 (+1) Int: 16 (+3) Wis: 17 (+3) Cha: 14 (+2) HP:.........7..[6.,.+1.Constitution.Modifier] Max Sanity:.99 Starting ":.85.[5.*.17.Wisdom] Current..":.85...

Hildor didn't plan on walking out of the cave unescorted with so many strangers outside. They'd had a close enough call when they met the first two in the village. Nor did he plan on leaving Nae'talis. As far as Hrolf was concerned though, Hildor couldn't care less. As long as Nae'talis and...

~Roger~ 7AM Wake up. Look around at his tiny studio apartment, go back to sleep. 8AM Get up. Review calendar. Notice he has an apartment to visit today, to find out why a lady swears she saw her dead son in the window. Unlike her other delusions, she has a picture of this one that she's...

As always Hildor had been ignored. The best he ever got was a look, or a retort. This time, not even the latter. Since his mother and friend had died, there was no longer anyone to confide in. And there couldn't be. There was nobody else Hildor could trust. This agreement he had made with...

"I'm Hildor, and this discredit to the human race next to me is Nae'talis". Hildor wasn't the type to start fights, but he couldn't resist such a perfect opportunity, and Nae'talis couldn't possibly dislike Hildor any more than he already did. "Why are the Tyrrans here?" Yes, the bodies...

So he didn't know after all. It was almost comforting to know he was not alone in being withheld knowledge of his task. Going to talk with these "powers" might prove useful. Though Hildor had no idea of Mars' power, it would be good to see what the church of Tyr had planned. At least they...

Hildor was taken aback a bit that a hired hand (not unlike himself) would be given information about the task they were hired for, beyond "go there, do that". He couldn't have been given the true reason. "And it is?" Yes, light blue text in "quotes" is spoken. Dark blue in italics is a...