Mirthholme Saga 1: A New Peril Beckons

Malkadocian · 05-19-2009, 05:58 PM

The man in wraps slid off the roof, and back down to street level, finding his footing rather easily. He spared a glance at Isabella... at her fallen form, her disgusting landing, and how such must have felt. After a moment of introspection, he saw the gathering group of seeming authority figures, and walked towards them. He was going to get more social interaction with people in this one day then he had in years previous. He wasn't looking forward to it.

As the mage came down to street level and spoke to him with that stammering voice, and bowing persona... it spoke to Taharial of why he had avoided people for long. With a voice like dry leaves, he responded simply, not expecting a responce before the mageling ran off to the crowd forming. "She came for me that night... she was my responsibility." The statement was really for himself, then others.

Before not too long, Taharial had approached the growing crowd, but stood back, away from the immediate ring of people. He heard talk of leaders, and of a need for a "PR" agent, or sumsuch nonsense. It didn't really make sense, but maybe these people could help with what he saw earlier. The missing girl that he was seeking was abducted right in front of his eyes... vanished, to boot. Magicks. A handsome man with long black hair and green eyes in civilized attire. He also seemed to command Isabella, the assassin that attempted to take his life, twice.

05-19-2009, 05:58 PM	#11
Malkadocian Dapper Mind-Eater Join Date: May 2005 Location: Frozen Northlands Posts: 187	The man in wraps slid off the roof, and back down to street level, finding his footing rather easily. He spared a glance at Isabella... at her fallen form, her disgusting landing, and how such must have felt. After a moment of introspection, he saw the gathering group of seeming authority figures, and walked towards them. He was going to get more social interaction with people in this one day then he had in years previous. He wasn't looking forward to it. As the mage came down to street level and spoke to him with that stammering voice, and bowing persona... it spoke to Taharial of why he had avoided people for long. With a voice like dry leaves, he responded simply, not expecting a responce before the mageling ran off to the crowd forming. "She came for me that night... she was my responsibility." The statement was really for himself, then others. Before not too long, Taharial had approached the growing crowd, but stood back, away from the immediate ring of people. He heard talk of leaders, and of a need for a "PR" agent, or sumsuch nonsense. It didn't really make sense, but maybe these people could help with what he saw earlier. The missing girl that he was seeking was abducted right in front of his eyes... vanished, to boot. Magicks. A handsome man with long black hair and green eyes in civilized attire. He also seemed to command Isabella, the assassin that attempted to take his life, twice. __________________ "The universe is all in the mind that perceives it, and sensation is the first and only reality. If a tree falls in the forest with no creature to hear it, than there is no tree."