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[b]Excuse me sir/ser, might you be one of the heroes from legend? Good turn to you, I have traveled, WAIT WAIT WAIT! Don't walk away! Please great hero might you lend me your ear? I have traveled far and wide to hear tale, my only wish is to tell your story. True, I suppose if I wanted to know of various deeds I could just visit my local tavern or library, but to get it from the horse's mouth, now that would be a treat, far better than any old watered down story you hear on the streets, wouldn't you agree? Oh you will? Joyous occasion! You shant regret this my friend, I promise you![/b]
The scarred half-orc stared at his fellow traveller. The sun was beginning to set, and he had been about to set up camp. This was a well known camping ground, wide and open, with easy access to a stream nearby. The plain was dotted with rocks, and a forest loomed to the west. The orc glowered at the stranger who had interrupted his rest. He had no desire for conversation, but there were few places as ideal as this in the surrounding area. He could either humour this reporter, or travel another hour or so and fumble in the dark, searching the night for some half-remembered forest clearing.

[b]Now then, What is your name?[/b]
[color=green]"Abe."[/color]
Short for Abraham. He didn't feel the need for a family name, so he didn't give one. He didn't deserve one anyway.

[b]Splendid, and your age?[/b]
[color=green]"25."[/color]

[b]Fantastic, and your gender good hero[/b]
The half-orc slung the stranger an apprehensive look.
[color=green]"Male."[/color]

[b]Excellent and of course I know what you look like but for the sake of our readers?[/b]
[color=green]"...You have eyes, don't you?"[/color]
Abe sat on a rock, his large body mostly covered by a dark green cloak, making it difficult to judge his full size. While he is quite large, he isn't as large as some half-orcs tend to be. His green skin is marred by scars, mostly bites and cuts from beasts' teeth and claws. Evidence of past hunts, past mistakes, and harsh lessons. Sharp black eyes and a fanged mouth give him a very harsh impression, though those more familiar with Abe would detect no particular heat from him. That is simply how he looks. His brown hair is quite long for a man, and it's clear it hasn't been cared for in some time. 

His clothes were normal travelling fare, but a longbow rested on his lap, and he was wearing a leather curiass. The longbow was a large, gnarled thing, far away from the elegant curves that elves lobed so much. It looked for all the world as if Abe had just plucked the branch off an ancient oak and tied a string to it, which wasn't too far from the truth.

[b]Excellent Excellent, and how do you act on most days, you know, your mannerisms, your quirks and such. What makes you, you?[/b]
[color=green]"Usually, I don't bother answering nosy humans."[/color] Abe said curtly.
A taciturn man, he was. Measured and careful, he always did what he had to do. Survival is first and foremost in his mind, weighing benefits and drawbacks for every action. Yet, when life and death aren't on the line, when Abe doesn't need to worry about having food or a roof over his head, he turns into a warm and generous soul. Not that it showed on his face.

[b]Mhm, and your abilities magical or otherwise? If you use magic, what is your discipline? do you use it for battle, defense, healing?[/b]
[color=green]"..."[/color]
Now he was suspicious of the stranger's intentions.

Abe supposed that it was a fair question. Compared to those he had the honor of calling his companions, he wasn't particularly flashy. His role was to support, on and off the battlefield. He tracked down their quarries, and read the wind for ill omens. He looked for advantageous ground and set traps to fortify it. And in battle, he created opportunities for his fellows with well placed shots. He was reliable, and he relied on his allies in the same way.

[b]Yes Yes, and before everything that transpired, what was your life like? Who were you?[/b]
[color=green]"It was just normal."[/color]
He was feeling a little sentimental now. So close to home, yet so far. Life in the nomadic lands was simple, but harsh. Hunting, fishing, and moving from place to place. Sometimes your group of people would meet another group of people. If they were friendly they would trade with each other, and if not... A few warning shots usually did the trick. 

Things were simple then. Abe himself wasn't a particularly skillful member of the tribe, but he did well enough. He had a mother who loved him, and one grumpy old grandfather that taught him everything he knew. He should have listened to him more.

Abe couldn't help but sigh as he scanned the horizon. The greens and greys of the grass and rocks were dyed pink by the light of the setting sun. The sky would darken soon, and he would be able to see the stars in all their glory. Not the tiny pinpricks that you could see from the cities, but balls of light wreathed in the golden dust that shrouded the night sky. Abe wondered why he had ever left this place, though he couldn't deny what he had gained through his adventures.

[b]I would have never guessed, and what were your relationships with your comrades, are you still friends? Maybe lovers? Bitter rivals? How do you see them in your eyes?[/b]
[color=green]"Just friends."[/color]
A light word for some, but not for him. For young inexperienced Abraham, who had been taken advantage of an uncountable number of times, a friend was a rare thing indeed. It meant someone you could trust your back to. And the group had been more than that, in spite of his efforts to distance himself. He was closer to some than to others, naturally, but he generally enjoyed their company very much. Sadly, it had all ended too soon.

[b]So that's how you worked with each other, and how was your relationship with Madame Ravenwood? Nothing but good I hope.[/b]
[color=green]"Oh, her."[/color]
Abe's musings took on a despondent tone.

There were some things that were only obvious from a distance. Octavia was a strong person, in every sense of the word. Strong of character, strong of arm, strong convictions. But there was also a strange magnetism to her. It was why others flocked around her so much. It was why he had taken her hand when she offered it to him. It was probably why everyone had drifted apart, after everything ended.

[b]I see, and.....did you know?[/b]
[color=green]"..."[/color]

[b]Did you even guess, did you even have the slightest idea?[/b]

[b]Do you even realize the amount of shit you heroes are in?[/b]

[b]What made you think you could defeat him so easily? WHAT MADE YOU THINK YOU COULD DEFEAT US SO EASILY?[/b]

[b]We almost did it, almost, but then you heroes and that bitch! well no matter, you and your comrades will get yours soon enough![/b]

[b]YOU WILL NEVER DEFEAT HIM, DEFEAT US! NEVER![/b]

The bowstring thrummed with a mighty [i]twang[/i] and the stranger was impaled in the throat by an arrow as long as his arm. The corpse sailed backwards and was pinned to the rock behind it, before it exploded into blood and guts. The half orc sank back down onto his rock with a sigh. He had been looking forward to going home after so long, but he should've known it wouldn't be that easy. But it wasn't like him to leave a job half finished, and apparently, their work was not yet done.

Abraham stood up and began walking. Back the way he came, back towards Bradena. Whether these were the dregs of the cult or some manner of reemergence, things weren't so clear. But he couldn't just sit still and watch it happen. 

Death to the cultists, death to the Eldritch once more. Death to the cockroaches of this world, as many times as it took. If not for the world, then for his dear friend Octavia Ravenwood, so that her soul may rest in peace. That was the least he could do for her, who had changed his life so much.
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