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First Post
Orim steps forward immediately, wanting to end this so he can get back to his true mission.
My name is Orm Tyudek, I have in Amn since my most recent reincarnation but I do not believe that makes me a citizen and I was birthed at Torm's feet deep within the Astral sea.
My only allegiance lies with Torm, and with my sacred duty. He tilts his head slightly towards Red. I do not have a profession, I am merely an extension of Torm's wrath, smiting those who prey on the helpless and bathing Faerun in their blood. I know little about spellhold beyond what the average citizen knows, it is a prison for insane practitioners of wizardry, holding some of your countries most dangerous criminals.
My only skills lie in the realm of pain. If an enemy stands in the way of my holy duty, it's blood will pour from it's body like the dead pour onto the fugue plains, a neverending torrent until all life is gone. As for arcane prowess I have no need for magic when I am bolstered by Torm's divine might.
I carry no remarkable items, least none you would find remarkable. And as for payment, my needs are simple. A weapon with which to administer Torm's will. Perhaps you could offer something in that way, as your coins have little meaning to me.
Having spoken more in the last 2 minutes then he has in months, Orim looks drained. Stepping back, he stands protectively behind and to the side of Red, his hand always ready to rip his Full Blade out of its scabbard should a threat appear.
My name is Orm Tyudek, I have in Amn since my most recent reincarnation but I do not believe that makes me a citizen and I was birthed at Torm's feet deep within the Astral sea.
My only allegiance lies with Torm, and with my sacred duty. He tilts his head slightly towards Red. I do not have a profession, I am merely an extension of Torm's wrath, smiting those who prey on the helpless and bathing Faerun in their blood. I know little about spellhold beyond what the average citizen knows, it is a prison for insane practitioners of wizardry, holding some of your countries most dangerous criminals.
My only skills lie in the realm of pain. If an enemy stands in the way of my holy duty, it's blood will pour from it's body like the dead pour onto the fugue plains, a neverending torrent until all life is gone. As for arcane prowess I have no need for magic when I am bolstered by Torm's divine might.
I carry no remarkable items, least none you would find remarkable. And as for payment, my needs are simple. A weapon with which to administer Torm's will. Perhaps you could offer something in that way, as your coins have little meaning to me.
Having spoken more in the last 2 minutes then he has in months, Orim looks drained. Stepping back, he stands protectively behind and to the side of Red, his hand always ready to rip his Full Blade out of its scabbard should a threat appear.