03-02-2011, 10:21 PM
It is the dead of night, and surprisingly a quiet one in the docks of Booty Bay. And old hag shuffles across the boardwalk. The she-troll looks down, then lifts her hands up to the sky. "People of dis curs-ed land! Hear an ol' woman speak! 'e will make 'is return! I be his harbinga', I bring 'is message. Bow befo' Da Faceless One and 'e may spare ya lives!" She begins to rise from the docks as a Bruiser nears her to "politely" "tell her to be quiet." Black flames rolls from her fingertips, and the guard stumbles back in fear. She points down at him, malice in her old eyes. The flames slam into him, and all that remains of him is ashes. At this point more guards have been alerted, but as if in a single breeze she is gone, and burned into the docks is a message:
He be coming. And he want your soul.
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A murder and a mysterious omen in Booty Bay. The bruisers are stumped. No one knows how this happened, or why. They've asked you to help solve the crime, and you have a feeling this isn't just a simple murder.
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Basically a crime investigation thing that will involve mystics, cults, fun stuff, randomness, and RP! If there's enough interest I'll start working out times.
He be coming. And he want your soul.
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A murder and a mysterious omen in Booty Bay. The bruisers are stumped. No one knows how this happened, or why. They've asked you to help solve the crime, and you have a feeling this isn't just a simple murder.
--
Basically a crime investigation thing that will involve mystics, cults, fun stuff, randomness, and RP! If there's enough interest I'll start working out times.
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