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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Joker" data-source="post: 232750" data-attributes="member: 826">Morpheus' Vendetta.As soon as you walk into the dusky room, you notice the silhouette of a man with his hands behind his back standing by the window.  He slowly moves the curtains to the sides and stares out the window.He is a tall man, with a shaven head.  The hair on it being no longer than a fingernail.  His purple lined and gold inlaid black cloak drapes to his ankles.  On his right shoulder, a large curved neckgaurd, formed like a wave and ending in a sharp point juts from a specially made hole in his cloak.“Beautiful, isn’t it?”  He slowly moves his head to you but not far enough for him to make eye contact as if waiting for you to give a reply.“The sun I mean.  Such a brilliant blinding light hiding some great power.”  He takes a deep breath as he looks outside again.“Just beautiful.”He stares out for a few moments, and turns to face you.  The massive full-plate he is wearing is beautifully crafted.  Every single one of the black colored plates is rimmed with purple and held together by golden rivets.  His deep blue eyes, like ice, pierce your very being as he looks at you intently.  He then motions with his gauntleted hand for you take a seat in the comfortable and lavish red chair with dark wooden armrests.“Please, sit.  I doubt you will want to stand for the entire length of my account.”He looks at the his left hand, at where his fingernails would be under the gauntlet and then speaks a few unintelligible words.  When he utters the soft phrase, the plates of his armor slowly fade into nothingness revealing rather wealthy attire and a beaded necklace hanging from his neck.  In the middle of the necklace hangs a symbol, depicting a jawless human skull placed on a purple sunburst.  He sits down in an identical chair across from you with a small wooden table in the middle.  Then he bends forward and pours two crystal glazes with crimson red wine.“The best Amn has to offer.”  His words accompanied by a toasting gesture.  Leaning back in his chair he continues to speak.“You are probably wondering why I have hired you?  I need someone.  Someone to record the things I have done and the things that have been done to me.”  He puts his hand to his shaven chin and is silent for a few moments.“You are that someone.  I have heard you were one of the best scribes in Cormyr.  Nothing less will do.  You do understand that if you tell anyone of my account, that you will not survive long enough to regret the mistake.  No, I can see that you are the kind of person that can keep a secret or two.  Good.  If you have no reservations, I don’t see anything that should stop us from starting now.  But where to begin?”Subconsciously he caresses his bottom lip as you pull out your pen and parchment.“Ah yes, I know where.  Tolchok.”  A smile tugs on his lips as he utters the name.“But before I start with how I taught this harlot her true place, I must first enlighten you as to why it is I hate…ahem…heartily dislike her. She and I go further back than I would care to remember.  It was several years ago that we first met.  She was accompanied by a Banite.  Of course I was foolish, so sure of my own superiority that I took it on to myself to kill the Banite.  However, both of them overpowered me and they strapped me to a tree.  When I regained consciousness, I found that she had taken out my eye and had almost maimed my…well…we needn’t go into such detail.”He sits back and takes a long sip of the wine, carefully considering his next choice of words.“When I was loosed from the tree, my rage and my desire to see their heads parted from their bodies pushed me on an impulsive course of action.  Fortunately, the Lord of Three Crowns smiled upon me and shielded me with his omniscience and omnipotence.  With the Banites’ body lying dead on the floor, there rested only the case of the whimpering Tolchok for me to deal with.  I should have killed her right then and there, but as I said, I was young and her feminine virtues overcame my better judgment.  So I let her go.”“I met her again some years later when we were hired by Bella, some local lord that enforced his “protection” on a few neighboring villages.  We were hired to support his assault on a Githyankie stronghold.  Tolchok was assigned to join us, however, in the beginning of the assault the cowardly priest of an ignorant deity scuttled away like a dog with its tail between its legs.  When the stronghold was ours, I wanted to track her down and bring back the treasure that was rightfully ours but my sister Lucilla stilled my rage and told me there was a time for such things.  I agreed with her, but I vowed that I would some day exact my revenge upon Tolchok.”“More than a year later I had almost forgotten about her, my mind being more occupied with the struggles in my own church, when I met her at one of Bella’s parties.  Her countenance suggested that she had something planned, but I dismissed those thoughts with the belief that she would not dare do anything to me.  It was the last mistake I made, and hers as well.The next morning I woke to find my most powerful items of arcane make stolen.  And not only mine, those of my other associates as well.  And Tolchok had left.”“As you can no doubt imagine, the hatred that filled me was to great to control.  Yet with the guidance of the One and All I found resolve in my troublesome thoughts.”“Every single time I burned with the desire to kill her, something more pressing stood in my way.  But then,  a few weeks ago, the hunt for the Loviaterist Tolchok began.”</blockquote>

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