[h1][color=00EE00][center]Theodore Mortas[/center][/color][/h1]

Resting on a branch near a town, with the mountain dominating its background, a man in a black coat-like garment with red detailing contemplated his existence.

[color=00EE00]“What will I do with myself?”[/color] He said, following it with a drawn out sigh.

Leaning forward, he rested his chin on both hands as he stared into the moon-lit town. In the midst of it a yellow light drowned out the pale moonlight.
A tavern. Quite beloved one too. Stories of a woman who came there ever so often, only to drink less-than-human proportions of ale, had reached him, just like most people in the town. And then, when dawn drew close, she would choose one man, to join with her. That [i]lucky[/i] man would then be never heard of again.

But those were just stories of course. Stories at which the man on the branch scoffed, providing a fleeting moment of amusement, before the blandness of his boring reality made its way back into his life like a bad taste on the tongue after eating something from that very same tavern.


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A woman, barely standing, faced the coat-wearing man. Her body was covered in cuts and bruises, the result of the blade the man was bearing. A drop of blood stained the ground below the blade every now and then.

[color=00EE00]“You’re no fun at all.”[/color] He told the woman before him. She continued staring at him with a frown on her face. She clearly had a strong resolve.

She still managed to wave her hand in an elegant motion which in turn created several fireballs that circled her body before flying off in the direction of the enigmatic man. He however skillfully maneuvered his sword in to the left then to the right of his body in a circular motion, deflecting the spheres of destruction.

That was it. She was at her limit and in turn fell to her knees. The man approached her with lazy steps.

“Before you take my life, I wish to know your name.” She asked the figure standing above her.
[color=00ee00]“My name is Theodore Mortas. But don’t fret, my dear witch, I won’t be the one finishing you off. I’ll leave nature to claim you instead.”[/color] He said ironically as the witch would likely not do anything else but agonize. The man turned around and headed towards one of the larger trees nearby.
[color=00ee00]“Maybe this will be an appropriate distraction from the dullness to come.”[/color] He told himself.

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Theodore shifted his gaze towards the ground. A long trail of blood went on towards the town, only to abruptly end with slender body laid in the grass not too far away.

Theodore let his head drop and let out another sigh of boredom.
[color=00EE00]“Guess it’s the tavern then.”[/color]