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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sorren" data-source="post: 1846406" data-attributes="member: 20920">Sorren stood with his back to the rest of the party. Long silvery white hair partially obscured the bastard sword secured to his back. His bluish silver chainmail rasped as he shifted his weight.He had already scanned the minds of everyone in the room, probing them for malicious intent [Detect Evil]. He had detected none. If any of them were agents of the Dark, they had hidden it well. I mustn’t let my guard down now… especially now. I’ve been fooled before…The kalashtar peered out one of the windows, taking note of the workers arranging cargo in preparation for last minute loading and unloading. Did he trust these people? No. He couldn’t afford to. Trust is what got him where he was today, and lucky to be alive at that. Little more than a month ago, he had met a seemingly wonderful young lady at the Silver Goblet, an upscale tavern in Upper City Sharn. He had immediately fallen for her, which he recognized now as a subtle telepathic manipulation. He had gotten to know Jena over a couple of weeks, and things seemed to be going well. Sorren had often wondered since he left home why she didn’t strike immediately, but he guessed she wanted to get as much information from him as possible, or to simply wait until she could get both he and his uncle together. It didn’t matter. The result was the same. He had brought her home one evening for dinner, something would have never done….with anyone. Again, he attributed this recklessness to some telepathic seed she had no doubt planted deep in his psyche.They had just sat down to eat when she commented, seemingly as if it was nothing, that she knew who they were, and that neither would survive this encounter. Sorren was stunned. He certainly hadn’t seen it coming. Nor did he have time to prepare for the wave of agony that crashed over his mind and body. However, his uncle was a far more experienced psion, and the assassin hadn’t counted on his counter attack. The battle was fierce. Sorren recovered from the attack, only to discover the two locked in frenzied psychic warfare. His uncle was not only a good swordsman, but a talented kineticist as well. The room roared with the energies he commanded, but he was already heavily wounded from the assassin’s psychic barrage. In the end, his uncle fell. Blood flowing from his nose and ears. The assassin, though victorious, was severely weakened. Her mental energies were spent, and her body was badly wounded. It was at that point, as he had been told is common in times of great emotional stress, his mind surged as new psionic gateways were triggered. In his fear, hatred, anger, and excitement, he had been enlightened. He reached out to her mind, like he had done to others dozens of times in the past, but this time, without restraint, or finesse, or caution. With his Will, he crushed the assassin’s mind. Her body collapsed like a marionette, her strings severed, her psyche utterly destroyed.For the third time, his Path was altered. His father dead before his birth, his mother dead as they fled, now his uncle lay dead at his feet. It was time to move on, and quickly. He gathered what gold and supplies they had, and left Sharn for a new life. He was running again, and each step filled him with bitter hatred of the Inspired and their agents. Was anywhere safe? He decided it would be best if he kept moving for a while. He soon met up with some people that got him in contact with House Deneith. They offered him work, and he took it. It would offer him a bit of coin, which he was sorely lacking, and a chance to hone his mind. “Nothing sharpens the Will like conflict”, his uncle had told him. The Light illumine him, he was right."I am Digger. I am here to help where I can."The words snapped him out of his reverie, and he turned from the window to face the other guardsmen assigned to this job. He was better than this. He wasn’t a guard. But it was a start. The first step taken on a long road. My first Great Step down the Path of Light…”So what do you dig”, he asked simply as he turned to face the creature of metal, stone and wood. He looked the warforged over carefully, peering at it with piercing eyes the color of steel, weighing its usefulness.</blockquote>

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