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Bursting through the door comes a young, silver-haired boy; a wicked scythe on his back gleaming against the candle light. This one obviously does not belong here. "Harken to me, those who still bow to their former Masters of the Consortium! Spreading your filth-ridden lies about the state of the Crusade will not go unanswered! I will soon know who among you is taint! Soon! The Crusade is stronger than ever!" He quickly shuts the door without actually having come inside.
"Crabs!" A young, scythe-wielding, silver-haired boy charges into the group. "I love crabs! They're so cute! Some lady once asked me why I was so entertained by the Galtan Pox, but I had no idea what she was talking about. She insisted I follow her upstairs for a demonstration, but I had to decline. My friends were preparing to leave the city."
"Greetings, Crusaders. I may be new around here, but it appears we all share the same goals. I'm glad to find a group of like-minded individuals along the path of righteousness who also don't pull punches. My name is Treizen Te'Manre and I grew up in Vigil. I'm no strange witness to pain and suffering and I've come as an unpleasant surprise to those that would cause it. Me and my friend 'Scythie' here have a fondness for simply returning to Evil what is their due. I am an Angel of Reciprocity and my Inquisition is my faith. Oh, and I like to show off at archery competitions." Spins his scythe and hurls it towards a bullseye target, severing it in half. Magically enchanted, the scythe returns to it's master. "It's all fun and games until Scythie gets frustrated! Ahahahah!" |
