He didn’t react when the man appeared before him, little could disrupt the euphoria he was experiencing that was until the man spoke. This Dark robed man who stood before him seemed experienced, hands reaching for what looked like the hilt of a blade before hesitating. His orange eyes looked the man over, “[color=39b54a]you’re not a guard, Assassin maybe. With body type… scout more likely yet too much practice and discipline. Hmm former military likely[/color]” he spoke aloud as if thinking in a mono tone voice. [i][color=ed1c24]“If he is a trained killer, maybe he is here for you?”[/color][/i] the demons words whispered through his mind, [color=39b54a]“No I doubt he is, his eyes betray him. There is no fear, curiosity more likely.”[/color]

Then he was distracted by yet another, this time a girl she looked young pale skin and white hair. She was short and a bit courageous getting in between two relatively sized men. He raised his hands slowly to adjust the wrappings around his face to better hide it from them, this was something he has done so often its almost second nature to him. The iron chains rattled as he moved his arms before resting them back down at his sides. Then this girl did something unexpected, she touched him and spoke to him like a human. He took a deep breath as she rested her hand over his heart and after pausing for a moment to hear her words he recoiled away from her touch.

It was only a few steps simply to be out of arm’s length, as if she represented danger or something he did not deserve. [color=39b54a]“Please”[/color] the man spoke still looking at where she had touched him, [color=39b54a]“Don’t do that again.”[/color] His eyes gradually looked back up at her, [color=39b54a]“Neither of you show fear, so you must not know who I am... or you don't care”[/color] The man bit his lip underneath his scarf, “[i][color=ed1c24]you could give them a false name[/color][/i]” The demons words held strategy but was not the advice he needed, “[color=39b54a]No Argor I will tell them the truth, even if they try to kill me[/color]”

The man stood up straight and looked to them, “[color=39b54a]My name is Victor Warnock, the people of Chaosera have grown to give me the name the Crimson Marauder[/color]” he paused for a moment to let it sink in and judge their reactions as well as giving himself time to take off his head wrap, “[color=39b54a]I was supposed to be put to death by executioners ax for the murders of at least two hundred villagers and five nobles, the destruction of three villages, as well as numerous acts to incite chaos and tyranny against the crown.”[/color] Again he paused this time for a while longer, [color=39b54a]“I’d like to make it a point whether you believe me or not that it was not my choice to do the things I have done. As for your provisions, I can only guess that I was easier to dispose of with you, then with them.”[/color] Again he paused this time looking around at both his surroundings and the others.

The surrounding plains where bare for the most part, aside from the odd shrub or small tree. The orange sky and strange cloud formations would have convinced him he was somewhere far away but the fact that the sky was orange and the sun was still rather up in the sky irked his sense of well everything. It all seemed off, in smell, feel, and sound. [color=39b54a]“Where am I?”[/color]

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