Verik Vancaskerkin

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2 posts. Alias of acecipher.


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(OOC: Feel free to do stuff in between dismissal and retiring, but yeah. Just post them at the start of your next post)

No one asks any other questions. After you dismiss the men and later retire to your personal quarters, Caster sits there on a throne, clad in gold armor, sipping his ale.

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At the gate of heroes, someone let's out a sneeze. Then many others do.

back to the present

"That was an excellent answer back there at the meeting. To declare who your enemy was, and then declare that any who would harm you are your enemy... such noble ideals. Now if only you can keep them. But I wish the best for you, my master. It was indeed an inspiring speech, even I was impressed. And as you surely know that is no small matter. Now. We must not dwell on the past forever. So... what is our next move to be?" He leans forward, smiling genuinely.


Caster Smiled. "Ah, a wonderful idea. However, I believe it's already done." When his words finish, he snaps his fingers, and the circle evaporates. As do the bodies. "There, now it's like we were never even here," He says, still smiling Coyly. "Come, let us get going."