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<blockquote data-quote="twilsemail" data-source="post: 5641360" data-attributes="member: 79628">[ooc]This is an IC representation of me retiring a PC.&nbsp; This mission is doomed to end in pain, suffering, misery and death.&nbsp; This is not an adventure recruiting post, though it may appear as such.&nbsp; Din is going away.&nbsp; If he ever comes back it will be as something wholly not resembling the thing he is now.&nbsp; If you want to retire a PC, feel free to tag along.&nbsp; Otherwise he’s departing Friday evening and will never be seen again (maybe).[/ooc]&nbsp;A lean and sinewy Khoravar strides into the bar, looking to Brews and then the patrons of the bar with one good eye, he says his name, “Rath Nomkrat.”&nbsp; His voice is an iron file on bone.&nbsp;He pins a flyer to a post with a dagger and pulls a seat to sit beneath it.&nbsp; He closes his good eye and it’s fairly clear that he’s unable to close the milky orb nestled in the other scarred socket.&nbsp; “I’ve a job.&nbsp; I’ve enough hands to get me there an’ back.&nbsp; More are never unappreciated.&nbsp; We’re goin’ into the Mournland.&nbsp; I understand if no one wants to face it.&nbsp; It'll be hard work and I doubt you'll come back.”&nbsp;He kicks back the chair and leans it against the post, reclining enough to give the illusion of relaxation.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="twilsemail, post: 5641360, member: 79628"] [COLOR=white][ooc]This is an IC representation of me retiring a PC. This mission is doomed to end in pain, suffering, misery and death. This is not an adventure recruiting post, though it may appear as such. Din is going away. If he ever comes back it will be as something wholly not resembling the thing he is now. If you want to retire a PC, feel free to tag along. Otherwise he’s departing Friday evening and will never be seen again (maybe).[/ooc][/COLOR] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [COLOR=white]A lean and sinewy Khoravar strides into the bar, looking to Brews and then the patrons of the bar with one good eye, he says his name, [COLOR=darkred][I]“Rath Nomkrat.”[/I][/COLOR] His voice is an iron file on bone.[/COLOR] [COLOR=white] [/COLOR] [COLOR=white]He pins a flyer to a post with a dagger and pulls a seat to sit beneath it. He closes his good eye and it’s fairly clear that he’s unable to close the milky orb nestled in the other scarred socket. “[/COLOR][COLOR=darkred][I]I’ve a job. I’ve enough hands to get me there an’ back. More are never unappreciated. We’re goin’ into the Mournland. I understand if no one wants to face it. It'll be hard work and I doubt you'll come back.”[/I][/COLOR] [I][COLOR=#8b0000][/COLOR][/I] [COLOR=white]He kicks back the chair and leans it against the post, reclining enough to give the illusion of relaxation.[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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