[center][h2][color=crimson]Heccarim[/color][/h2]
[sub] Husband of Arden [@Pupperr] and Sorrin [@WeepingLiberty][/sub] [/center]


Heccarim had put as much pomp into his entrance as he could on his way to meet his new brides; his chains jangled, his mist flowed and his mask stared into the very souls of anyone who looked at him. The guard who escorted his reaped rewards look like he was about to collapse and wet himself as he stammered through his lines. The Grave Warden barely nodded before he had ran as fast he could in the other direction, leaving Heccarim to face down his new brides.

Reading their faces, some initial deductions where made on the brides. Years of analyzing prisoners for torture had found more than one use outside the dungeons. The small blonde one looked frail, young, naive and soft, unfit for much else than being a walking trophy. Heccarim couldn't imagine her being even able to bear a child, let alone deliver it; had he been a more traditional noble he would have appreciated the small one. The taller on the other hand, Heccarim had higher hopes for. She looked more capable than the small blonde (not that it was an especially difficult task) and her eyes had a fire that the other one's lacked. Perhaps she would give Harand Kor its next warden.

Through the simple act of pacing around the pair, the Grave Warden's presence was enough for people to make room or scurry away. Raising his lantern, the ghastly light it gave off further illuminated the gems allowing for an even closer look. Puffing out his chest ever so slightly, Heccarim leaned into and over them, keeping direct eye contact if for nothing but show; if they were to be his brides, then they would have to know what the Warden was all about. With his boots and chains rattling, he opened his beastly maw and spoke, [color=crimson]"Fine additions yes... Harand Kor has yet to house Gems... Empty cells and empty graves for the taking..."[/color]

Heccarim relished in the opportunity to bring out his persona as he had once again spent most of the day sulking over the lack of interesting events. Again, resorting to scaring children and the occasional guards having deemed fighting out in public to be too "un-Warden like". A pair of shackles appeared in Heccarim's hands from somewhere in his outfit and he already made the motions to shackle their hands together, running his chain links through holes in the shackle to bound them to him; standard process of transporting multiple prisoners by foot. [color=crimson]"Names…[/color]" the Grave Warden's ethereal voice escaped the maw of the mask once more,[color=crimson] "I assume you still cherish them... Pray to whatever gods you wish that you don't… forget them."[/color]

By the gods, Heccarim was enjoying using his persona on his new found prizes far more than he should.


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>be Heccarim
>finally get brides after spending another day just spooking people
>fighting in public is "un-Wardenly"
>ViolentPeekaboo.gif
>get brides, spook the shit out of the escort
>put the hots on the brides
>by hots, I mean try and spook them with persona
>HeccarimTheCharmer.png
>enjoy it too  much
>examine and access worth of new brides
>[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dfeUyUu3fjQ]FineAdditionsToMyCollection.mp4[/url]
>ask for names while still trying to spook
>mildly more entertaining than using it on Drakkan
>I didn't choose the spook life, spook life chose me
:cool
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