Plaxy186
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All will Die, Everything will die. For it is his will.
His talon like hands grips his scythe a weapon obviously meant to honor his deity, Jergal some would call death him self, the head of the scythe is decorated with a skull whose mouth holds the long curved double sided blade in place, the tail in decorated with a spiked counter weight. He steps off the boat a heavy thud, obviously from the shear weight of the plate mail he is wearing even covering his head in which only his eyes can be seen, cold cat-slit eyes pitch black at the center followed by a Crimson Red Iris, and yellow wear the white should be.
As he leaves the captain of the boat cautiously approaches him, begging. “please Sir Desnian, my family is poor and survives off what I make for these voyages, I brought you here safely now, please sir...”
A cold chilling harsh whispered like Voice, “I care not for the survival of you family, but you did bring me here as I asked,” he reaches into a small purse and pulls out handful of coin and drops it into Captains hand. “May It purchase safe passage for your pitiful soul.” His grip then tightens and he looks toward the city of which docks he had landed on, “So this is the great Realm of Trinity..Triumphanter over Cain.” he then uprights himself and with the cloak of Night falling on him walks in the City.
edited by Plaxy186 on 2/17/2010
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Patriarch of Chaplains in Knights Hospitaller
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