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Message: <blockquote data-quote="EvolutionKB" data-source="post: 4105059" data-attributes="member: 47833">Karastro QuintelKarastro stands and smoothes out his fine clothes.  The light blue shirt and black vest that he wore was beginning to show their age.  His loose fitting pants were as well.  The bottoms were starting to fray.  He had been to some less than savory places looking for ways to get at Lamm.  Before leaving the Church he stopped and talked to one of the priests that had grown accustomed to his prescence.  "I think I finally have a break," he says.  Seeing the priest roll his eyes, for Karastro has said this many times before only to come up empty handed, Karastro puts his hand on the man's shoulder and just gives a firm nod.  Karastro then left, not looking behind him.  For a brief moment he thought maybe he should gather help, just in case, something did happen.  What if this was a trap?  Maybe Lamm had finally caught on to all my meddling and has gotten tired of it.  No, this is my battle now.  The law has shown their uselessness in capturing this felon.  Time to take the law into my own hands.  Justice will be done!  Karastro returns to the building where he and associates kept their business.  He retreated to the tiny office that he had been afforded since his father had passed.  With his father gone, much of the influence Karastro had, was also stripped away.  Karastro spends much of his day working as usual, watching for the sun along it's path as the day comes nearly to its end.  As the sky was beginning to turn pink, Karastro excuses himself from work and returns to the small apartment he rented.  With the death of his father, also was revealed that his father had several debts of unknown origin.  They were forced to sell the family manor and most of their belongings.  That is when Karastro first noticed his abilities.  He did what research he could, in secret of course, but they always turned up nothing of substance.  Few knew of his ability to produce a destuctive ray of energy, and they were all friends at the church.  Karastro put on the studded leather armor he kept in a chest at the foot of his bed, put a dagger in his boot, and strapped his crossbow to his back.  He then pulled out the card once more, looking it over curiously before walking towards the address that was given.</blockquote>

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