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[center][b][color=00746b][h2]Kyzler the cursed hunter[/h2][/color][/b] [/center]
[hr]([i]@ the Tavern [/i])[hr]


[b]"For gods sake boy! The air thin up there? Numbers matter.[/b] Ky snaps back, his tone harsh but the slight smirk in the corner of his mouth telling that he found something humorous.

He pauses to suck on his pipe, still kicking back with his feet up and chair balancing on two legs. He looked to the messy gnome that the hunter referred to. He had gone a bit overboard.

[b]"Bigger fish my friend."[/b] he continues calmly without looking up. [b]"Sure that one needs to die, and shamefully we all wear on our shoulders the souls of the deceased that she and her kind go on to take because of our failings."[/b]

He takes a pause staring into nothingness with a vacant gaze.

 [b]"But witches like her will come and go, mere dabs of dirt in the long pages of history. 
No, killing her won't change the balance of things. The witch I hunt is leagues beyond her. The head of the snake, orchestra of the puppets, an encourager, grower and protector of witch kind. A coven leader."[/b]
Ky settles his chair and leans forward speaking in soft tones.
[indent][b]"I wish none other than to end the witch known as Rose, and will stop at nothing! Even gladly trading my life to that cause..."[/b][/indent]


[b]"...Because that is a cause worth dying for, new generations of witches easy for the picking without the guiding mother. It would be the first step among many to taking our world back.[/b]"

Ky's face is wrought with emotion and deep thought, he sits back and traces the lines of the holy cross against his chest as he looks out over the room. 
His conviction had caught the ear of some of the other patrons who looked to him with a growing interest.