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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 1611731" data-attributes="member: 9255">UNDER A DARKSUNSEGMENT 128“Sirus of Balic”The tall and athletic man stood on his private balcony overlooking the Balic Bay.  The heat of the day did not bother him at the least.  His dark almost black hair lifted in the heat born air as he searched for his ship –The Hunting Spider.  His eyes were dark and suggested great wisdom and determination.  It also hinted at a great fiery passion for power.  His name was commonly known as Sirus of Balic.Sirus was no slave.  In fact he owned dozens; male, female, human, elven dwarven and anything in-between.  Sirus was no noble.  He lacked the will to be completely obedient to the city’s ruler and his laws.  Sirus was no templar or Patrician.  He wanted to be able to see, hear and speak his mind.  Sirus was a self made man.  He owned several companies including Hunter.  Hunter was a silt skimmer building company.  He built silt skimmers for the governing city and for the rich trade companies.  He also used these ships for his own uses and exploits.  Any craft he built was considered to be the best.  He built ships powered by sail, psionics and even a few specialized ones that worked by undead slaves.  Sirus was a freeman.  Sirus was a rich freeman.Though he was not as rich as the top trade houses in Balic, he was rich enough to influence the entire city to better suit his needs and wants.  He had many needs and even more wants.  His public perception was of a decadent freeman and artisan.  Arrogant, cruel and even uncaring.  Those close to him knew he was very passionate and caring –about anything that interested him that is.  A rare few even knew what his true passion was.  Fire.  Sirus of Balic was an ambitious fire cleric as well.Fire danced and flowed to him.  It was magical in and of itself.  Earth just sat there.  Water burned away.  Air was invisible and boring.  Fire …now that was special.  It gave warmth at night.  It cooked foods.  It fused metals and ichors together.  But if angered –it could burn …it could burn and destroy in a joy filled rant of anger.“My lord –young adventurer Jonz has returned and wishes to report to you.” Said Sirus’ servant.  A runt of a dwarf with almost red skin named Bren bowed deeply.“I have been expecting him.  Have him enter.” Answers Sirus of Balic.  He doesn’t turn to face the exiting dwarf nor turn as the ½ elf enters the room.  His leather armor is dusty and poxed from combat.  Deep scratches nearly cut through the armor in several places.“My Lord –I have returned and with good news.” Says Jonz with his head bowed but the excitement still evident in his voice and tone,“Well?” says Sirus impatiently.“I have proof that the staff exists and is near here –near Balic’s islands.  It is nearly within your grasp.”Sirus of Balic turns slowly.  A light of evil and power in his eyes.  “Where EXACTLY?”Jonz swallows hard.  It was never easy to speak to his father.  Never.</blockquote>

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