The Heretic Must Fall!

[Lollercide]

After the conflict in the Viridale with Syran the Heretic, the Paladin Hano Fetten, now under the Heretic's Death Geas stands to spread word through the Triumvirate and to all those adventurers that enter and are willing to listen.

"...The Heretic must fall! Syran, one of the four lieutenants under Colibrus' command, has become active once more! I can not claim to know what he intends to do exactly, but there is no question that he must be stopped immediately." The Paladin winces, reaching for his chest.

"Gather those strong and bold enough to face this powerful being. Find me the revered Champions and Heroes of the valley -- Snow Hawk, Legacy of the Rhemoraz. Tamryn Jorandur, Favored of Torm. Yashia Jadysvarion, Ranger and Undead Hunter. Osclow Wiltenholm, Master of Spellsong..." Hano goes down the list of those he knows to be brave and true, then pausing at the last name on the list with reluctance.


"...Find me Richtor von Hellsway..."


((OOC: GOD DAMN that was one of the most fun events I've ever been in last night, so kudos Saulus. ))

[Jai_V]

"Thrice-damned abomination..." says the man at the table, with an audible antipathy.

Fair of skin, dark of hair with cerulean eyes and a usual blithe demeanor, it is atypical to see Cazen Kross in such a sorry state. He had lost count of how many times he had refilled his tankard and, at such an intemperant state, he could care less.

He was telling the story to any within earshot that would listen. Though obviously intoxicated, he had seemingly lost no command of his semantics.

"...I can..." He had to choke back the bile rising in throat at the very thought, "...I can still...feel the shadow of his presence...in my mind." A terror-induced shudder caused his entire body to tremble.

Through the entire speech, tears had welled in his eyes and he had held them back. He finally lost the battle, the water creeping down his cheeks, joining the ale in the tankard he held.

When he spoke again, his voice was very weak, subjugated as it was by the melancholy. "...to any that dare to answer Sir Hano's call...beware..." He blinks away the tears, "Your very mind could become that vampire's playground."