Re: Fate's Fell Hand
Sidd booms, his voice stentorian. Verily, it must have parted the grey mists across the vale.
The prince of swords, as you know him to be, rubs his eyes wearily at the start of yet another day. He gapes at the melange before and about him: Arnie gesticulating in a ritualistic manner; Omm grandstanding with his blade; and Bill in the larder, his hand thrust in a barrel of pickles. The capering of fools, really.
"I dream?" he asks. He wrinkles his nose as Arnie leans in, the smell of Arnie upon him. He answers himself, "No, I do not."
He stands and towers over the tallest of you. His long lengths of black hair offset a pale yellow cloak. He pays no heed to Omm fiddling with his broadsword.
He addresses you, "I, Captain Kaschei, welcome you to Vale of the Three Magi" -- with no welcome in his voice, only the weight of days. "You, who have just arrived, must be weary with travel. See to your needs. The larder is full. Unlace your boots. Find a couch for repose."
"Share with me my wine and my doom, and, tonight, tonight, we hunt."
You look around. You don't see any couches.
Time: Unknown
Location: In the Throne Room with the Captain
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