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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ashy" data-source="post: 1865527" data-attributes="member: 312">Skaith stepped out onto the second-story balcony, letting the moth-eaten tarp fall impotently back over the doorway.  Vainly, it attempted to serve its purpose and block out the sound and light from the tawdry alehouse behind him, but it merely managed to muffle the sounds within.  Skaith's bloodless, ice-blue eyes scanned the city.  He had held out as long as he could but the relentless drum beat behind his eyes, in his ears and in his veins would be denied no longer.He knew that he had to slate his thirst, if only a little, or else he would go insane.He needed prey...His corpse-like eyes fell upon a strange little imp-like figure sitting upon the Orrey, which Skaith could plainly see only a block away.  His smooth, alabaster brow furrowed. He knew that the wards and magicks upon that device would vaporize any foolish enough to attempt such a stunt!For the moment, his hunger was suppressed a little; his curosity, however, was perked...  Inwardly, deep within the recesses of his black soul, he was happy.  This was the reason why he traveled the known planes day after day, never resting long in one spot.The only effective weapon he had against his abominiative hunger was, ironically, adventure.  Pricking his mind and soul with new experiences was the only way to keep him from pricking someone's artery and gorging himself on their warm, liquid life.Skaith cocked his head a little, trying to watch the imp-thing closer... What would happen next?</blockquote>

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