[center][h1][color=00aeef]Chres Sansus[/color] 
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[color=8493ca]The Being of Many Names[/color][/h1][/center]

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One by one Gin began naming the people in the inn. Unconsciously, Chres took note of each name and stored it in the back of his mind. It was a habit he picked up from his past occupation. Knowing a person's name gave one power. 

This man, Gin, he performed magical feats unlike any Chres had ever seen. Normally people have one magical ability. Gin had already displayed three... Maybe even four? Teleportation. Time stoppage. Materialization. And maybe even mind reading... or was that something else?

Gin turned to the blonde haired man. [color=8493ca]"Finally someone gets it! Yes, Álmos, I do know your name."[/color]

Chres gripped his dagger tightly thinking everything he saw over in his head. Perhaps one of the initial questions Chres had about this man, was poorly phrased. The question shouldn't be 'Who is this man?' but rather 'What is this man?'. Whatever he was, he was definitely an abnormality, and that made Chres especially wary. While everyone else began to gather around the man. Chres decided to do the opposite. Slowly he edged closer and closer to the exit of the Inn. The man's back was turned away from Chres. Would he notice?

[color=8493ca]"Perhaps I should revise my oh so ominous comment about incoming demise."[/color] Chres took another step backwards ever so quietly. [color=8493ca]"You see, my friends, had I not just intervened you would have all died by the Cults' and their lord's hands. That is, everybody except... him"[/color] Gin lazily pointed his right thumb behind him. Directly in Chres's direction. Gin slowly turned to look Chres in the eye, smiling slyly.

[color=00aeef][i]Darn.[/i][/color] Chres thought gritting his teeth. Now the question was did man sense him trying to leave through physical means or magical means. If it were through magical means, then what were the rules? What were the restrictions? Did the restrictions apply to Gin's other magical feats? How was the magic activated? Did it have fuel? Chres glanced one last time around the frozen inn common room. [color=00aeef][i]No.[/i][/color] Chres thought. [i][color=00aeef]This magic, however it works, is different. It is bigger and far more frightening than systems I've seen in the past. Pay attention Chres, listen carefully, and you might uncover a few clues to it's workings.[/color][/i]

Gin cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. He was waiting for a response. [color=00aeef]"So then wha-"[/color] Chres began, but Gin cut him off.

[color=8493ca]"Why thank you Chres! You kind of left us hanging there for second. I'm so glad you decided to not leave the safety of the inn. For if you did, then the Cult would have known I spoke to you. They would have found you, locked you in a dark dungeon, and by the end of the week, they would have turned you. A loyal Cultist through and through, and before too long, a Sightless."[/color]

Gin rose from his stool. [color=8493ca]"You see people. This is what the Cult does. They seduce you with the visions granted by their Insight, and before long, the Insight changes you. It makes you one of them. Over four thousand years ago, when the cult of Insight first was spawned, their member took over almost half of Saencila before being stopped. 

You, Chres, have experienced just a small taste of Insight before. That itch you feel on the back of your neck right now, that's the Insight calling your name, twisting your thoughts. You can leave here if you want. I won't stop you. I'm sure your wife wouldn't mind. She is dead after all, along with the child she was pregnant with. And why is she dead again?"[/color]

Chres froze. His heart pounding in his chest. The memories creeping up on him. Haunting him.

[color=8493ca]"Huh."[/color] Gin said shrugging. [color=8493ca]"I guess I forgot why. Funny how that happens always at the most... convenient of times."[/color] Gin smirked before turning his attention to the courier, who Chres was becoming more and more certain was not actually a courier. Again something tickled his memory. He felt as if he should know who this woman was. 

[color=8493ca]"Anyway, my dear... [i]Karlie[/i],"[/color] He said to the courier, placing extra emphases on the name Karlie as he added a knowing smile. [color=8493ca]"as I'm sure an intelligent woman like yourself has realized by now, I am not with The Cult. You see the cult enjoys talking about dull and dreary things and I like to talk about not dull and dreary things- well with the exception of your deaths, of course. Sorry about that. For my credit, I did try to make it sound as happy and interesting as possible. But one can only do so much- Regardless, as you can obviously surmise from what I said before the ramble, The cult's lord and I do not quite get along.

And that brings me to the reason why I appeared before you, putting the rest of these people on ice. You see, I need you all to survive. And preferably not as a Sightless, Chres, thank you very much. Should you fall victim to the Insight, then you most certainly will fall. What I offer is information to help you survive. Should you want my help, you will retain all knowledge of our conversation, and just maybe you'll survive the coming day. Should you decline my help, when things go back to normal, you will have forgotten all that we spoke of. Death will be swift and certain."[/color] 

Gin then snapped his fingers. Suddenly the entire room sparkled and a rainbow appeared from the entrance to the stairwell leading upstairs. The illusion disappeared three seconds later. [color=8493ca]"There, see? That's me trying to making the possibility of your 'swift and certain deaths' sound happy and interesting! If you ask me, it did just the trick."[/color] Gin sat back down on his stool, arms folded across his chest. A smirk across his face.