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Post by Ichabod Afof on Dec 18, 2016 11:03:19 GMT -7
Xalen's presence was noted to Ichabod by the voice, and Ichabod smiled and turned just as Xalen began speaking. He was pleased at the man's presence, more than pleased. He hopped himself up on the small fence surrounding the tree and dangled his feet like a child. "I require someone dead, two someones in fact -- though of course that shouldn't be a shock. Part of what makes this more shocking is who I want dead... And part is the requirements surrounding the death I demand. Tell me, do you know who Tristan Cowell is?" Of course he did. Everyone did. The Imperator of Malscure was not a name unfamiliar to the world. But it was the implication that Tristan Cowell was his target that he assumed would get Xalen's attention.
If not, he had as many emeralds as he needed to pay for the interest he desired. |
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Post by Ichabod Afof on Feb 3, 2017 11:07:32 GMT -7
The silence frustrated Ichabod. He wanted to lash out in the way he did when things got frustrating. Wanted to turn to rock and impale the subject of his anger with his power... But, the Voice was clear. This man was too useful. Whether or not he agreed, whether or not he even spoke -- he was Useful, and also dangerous. So instead, Ichabod jumped down from the fence and gripped Xalen's arm with light pressure. He squeezed something into the tiefling's palm and then met him with a smile.
"If you change your mind, this will help me find you," His voice was a whisper, and his tone was pleasant - but it felt forced. It was forced.
He needed time to cool off. He needed... a personal day.
To Be Continued... |
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