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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Grim" data-source="post: 855286" data-attributes="member: 132">[OOC] Cobble's speach is taken straight from the module.The speaker looked quite the part of a madman. He was tall and sicky, and probably hadnt eaten in days. His hair was long and unwashed, and he hadnt shaved in days. Of course, the way he looked and talked, giving him a sharp blade would be the last thing you'd want to do.When he saw Sel leading the rest of the group over, he jumped off of his crate and ran to them, yelling at the crowd for attention, spit flying from his mouth like summer rain. The crowd parted for him. Sel heard one woman whisper "He's titan-cursed!"And then the man was upon them."And here we have new friends! Welcome, friends, welcome. He will gladly take you as well. I was just explaining to these fine people here," and at this his voice dropped almost to a conspiratorial whisper, "that we're all going to get swallowed." His voice returned to normal. "Yes, swallowed! Deep into the avyss, where we are kept for and cared for by the one who hates us! I can see him now... feel him. I have felt him against my skin at night. He... he will bury us all in the deepest pit!" His tone changed again, to one that was almost happy. "I'm not going back to the mine, you see. Never never never. The mine is where he'll find me, so I won't go. He talks to me every day, and tells me hie misses me, but I don't miss his whispers!" Tears began to roll down his face, slicing furrows throught the dirt on his cheeks. "I don't!""Corean protect us!" someone yelled from the crowd."He's been touched by Chern himself!" another cried.The Inquisitor wouldn't stand for that. "Who said that?" he yelled.The old woman who had whispered earlier cried, "Who are you to ask, stranger.""Royal Inquisitor Hollun, of Fhomhair, wench. Now who said that?!?"A man edged through the crowd. He had a hard face, worried with age and stress. His short goatee was flanked with a days worth of stubble, and his long brown hair flowed well past the shoulders of his fine fur cloak. "I did. I'm Lucius Krekket, and I'll say whatever I damn well please to you vagabond, be you the Black Dragon himself!""By what right do you speak the name of a titan in vain, insult the honor of the Charduni Church, and spit in the face of your king? I should bring you before his highness King Virduk, who is no more a black dragon than you are a Hound Archon.""How dare you!""How dare you!""Father!" cried Celia. "Enough! Mr. Krekket, please refrain from saying a titan's name. It brings thier evil upon you and those around you, and no one wants that."The madman, who had been silent this whole time, spoke up. "Yes. Evil. Yeeeeesssssss. Evil will rot our flesh, and trap us in its belly, and whisper. Whiiiiisssssssper! Always little breezes in your ear!""Shut up Cobble!" And then Krekket drew a sword.[/OOC]</blockquote>

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