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Life, or unlife, was good for Brutus - as a courtier he had access to inner circles and lucrative contacts that were willing to overlook his ghoulish mien. After all, when you serve the Shadow, what's a little extra darkness going to hurt? | Life, or unlife, was good for Brutus - as a courtier he had access to inner circles and lucrative contacts that were willing to overlook his ghoulish mien. After all, when you serve the Shadow, what's a little extra darkness going to hurt? | ||
− | There's a sense though that the good times won't last - large influxes of goblin, hobgoblin, and other creatures from the Northern Marches. Brutus' network of administrators is buzzing with tales of razed villages, whole towns taken over by goblinoids, their human inhabitants displaced as refugees at best, killed outright or enslaved at worst. Fog Reach has grown crowded with refugees, and the 'secure' little spot he's scratched out grows less so with every month that passes. One highlight was the confiscation of some 'contraband' goods. | + | There's a sense though that the good times won't last - large influxes of goblin, hobgoblin, and other creatures from the Northern Marches. Brutus' network of administrators is buzzing with tales of razed villages, whole towns taken over by goblinoids, their human inhabitants displaced as refugees at best, killed outright or enslaved at worst. Fog Reach has grown crowded with refugees, and the 'secure' little spot he's scratched out grows less so with every month that passes. One highlight was acquiring (through perhaps underhanded pressures on the executors of a will) the deed to a profitable farm holding nearby, along with confiscation of some 'contraband' goods. |
− | A few months back Brutus was rifling through Siluria's possessions and discovered a magical pocket knife that grows when it draws blood and, more recently, an old knife, its blade pitted but still razor-sharp. Something about the knife drew his attention, an aura of something about it - almost as if some force was guiding him towards it. With a past featuring powerful beings guiding Brutus to new knowledge, he wasn't one to resist such promptings and examined the knife. That was how he met the ghost Cairistine. What relations she had with his former employer Brutus is yet to discover, but apparently she's an assassin despite the presumed barriers to employment death presents | + | A few months back Brutus was rifling through Siluria's possessions and discovered a magical pocket knife that grows when it draws blood and, more recently, an old knife, its blade pitted but still razor-sharp. Something about the knife drew his attention, an aura of something about it - almost as if some force was guiding him towards it. With a past featuring powerful beings guiding Brutus to new knowledge, he wasn't one to resist such promptings and examined the knife. That was how he met the ghost Cairistine. What relations she had with his former employer Brutus is yet to discover, but apparently she's an assassin despite the presumed barriers to employment death presents, and one hired to kill Brutus. |
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