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~RipTheJacker~	Jan 20 2008, 11:45 PM
Darthanis's official secretary Posts: 988 Group: Roleplayer Member #12 Joined: Jan 8, 2008	Amongst the moans of undead, the streets fell silent as the cloaked traveler strode towards the inn. For Aerynne, nothing came a surprise to her any more, least of all Zombie filled towns. Her youth had been filled with strange events, from being burned at the stake six times and being sailed across the sea in a barrel. Aerynne certainly did not lack in stories to tell at taverns. Her life had not left her without scarring though; she had lost her right eye in a library fire. Aerynne pulled her cloak tighter to ward off the rain as she made her way up the tavern steps. She pulled her hood down to scan the room; the lack of people was somewhat bewildering. She plopped herself down at a barstool to mope. “I’d like the strongest thing ye’ got.” She had a thick accent and a twang to her voice unmatched to her rustic and prickly outer appearance. Burn scars cascaded down her face and neck, some showing on the back of her hands. The strange thing about her appearance was the abundance of ink stains on her and her clothing, and the large amounts of quills in various pockets. “Where is everyone?” she questioned, running her hands along the counter, leaving ink smears across the freshly cleaned surface. The bar tender scowled back at her as he passed her a small glass of brown liquid. “Hunting in the slums…” She raised the glass to her lips and took a deep breath. The pungent smell was a comforting smell to her. She chuckled to herself before draining the glass and passing some coins across the counter, leaving more inky smudges. “Why’s that?” The bartender quickly mopped the mess up with a scowl. “We’ve… had an outbreak.” He fidgeted uncomfortably, spinning the rag in his hands. Aerynne spread her inky hands out across the counter, leaving more smears. “Outbreak?” she questioned. His eyebrows twitched with irritation as he lifted her inky hands to mop the bar up again. “Red Death.” He mumbled. Aerynne gasped dramatically, holding her hands in front of her face. “Sounds dreadfully terrible!” she commented before slamming her inky hands back on the counter. The bar tender clenched his jaw and lifted her hands a second time, cleaning the bar off carefully. “What is it?” She asked excitedly. He dropped her hands in astonishment, before realizing that there was yet another ink mess on the bar. He snatched them up with a growl, washing them off before wiping down the counter for the sixth time. She laughed loudly and shook a hand in his face. “Aw I was juss’ kiddin’!” she shook her head emphatically. “I think you’re crazy.” She pushed her hands into her pockets before continuing. “I’ve been all over the world, an’ I’ve never seen such a thing. I’m juss’ here for some ball.” The bartender stared back quietly before continuing. “There’s an undead here to help us, by the name of Darthanis…” He pointed a shaky finger at the broadsword lashed around her waist. “They might want some help if you’re up for it.” “Ah well…” She pulled her hands from her pockets, slamming her palms on the counter. “I’ll see if I can’ find him.” She shook her head politely, thanking him for the drink before leaving. The bartender stared at the door dully, then it caught his eye; two black hand marks on the counter.
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