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001 Gorethax
Nov. 12th, 2011 03:18 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
necrofail.livejournal.com[This was not his home, that much was certain as soon as he had awoken. Not that this was unusual, it would mark the seventh time he had been kidnapped already, and it was just getting a little annoying by now. Most annoying by far, would be the fact his parents would expect him to behave as his role dictated he should. So he takes care, he reads what little information he has available, he checks the Grimoire through and then he swathes himself in a huge dark cloak.
Anyone walking around the lobby would see this new arrival walking slowly and fluidly, almost as though he were floating, his voice a menacing rasp from within a cowl that shields his face completely.]
You have no conception of the mistake you have made in this offence. Your souls will scream for the terror meted o--
[The evil voice cuts off abruptly as the figure trips over the hem of his cloak and goes flying into a heap on the floor with a very un-menacing screech.]
Anyone walking around the lobby would see this new arrival walking slowly and fluidly, almost as though he were floating, his voice a menacing rasp from within a cowl that shields his face completely.]
You have no conception of the mistake you have made in this offence. Your souls will scream for the terror meted o--
[The evil voice cuts off abruptly as the figure trips over the hem of his cloak and goes flying into a heap on the floor with a very un-menacing screech.]
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