Orin walked casually through the town's marketplace, examining the various goods and services that were being offers. Around him, the crowd was tightly packed, as if everyone in the town had turned out at the same time. Vendors hawked their wares and people's voices shouted, creating an atmosphere where even Orin struggled to hear himself think.
God, I hate crowds. I always think someone's going to rob me. He smiled at that thought. In all honesty, he was more likely to rob somebody than the other way around. Even if somebody did rob him, they'd soon realise they'd gotten involed in more than they bargained for. Orin was not a kind man if somebody wronged him.
He pulled absently on the rim of his hood. As always, it covered the top half of his face, so only the end of his nose and his mouth were visible. The air of mystery it created around him was very useful, as it tended to intimidate the weak minded and make the easier to manipulate. And it also disguised him from those stronger than him, making it easier to escape the wrath of the powerful.
He broke free of the crowd and was surprised by the silence that engulfed him once he was outside of that mass of bodies. He walked silently through the streets of Ganutcha, making his way back to teh small room he was renting. Suddenly, a voice sounded behind him. Orin froze, and turned slowly, his hand reaching inside his clothing for one of his throwing knives. Before him floated a purple cloud of dust. The voice was speaking from within it.
"Please come to this Tows Pub. Make it quick, you do not have much time. You will regret it if you don't... Or you wont, since you will be dead. Your call. As you walk in, a stranger will wave to you, go over and talk to him, he is the owner of this spell".
A slight frown formed on Orin's face, and he stood for a few seconds in quiet contemplation. Eventually, he decided to obey the message. He doubted that, whatever the situation was, he wouldn't be able to handle himself. Turning around, he set of down the nearest alleyway in the direction of Tow's Pub.
God, I hate crowds. I always think someone's going to rob me. He smiled at that thought. In all honesty, he was more likely to rob somebody than the other way around. Even if somebody did rob him, they'd soon realise they'd gotten involed in more than they bargained for. Orin was not a kind man if somebody wronged him.
He pulled absently on the rim of his hood. As always, it covered the top half of his face, so only the end of his nose and his mouth were visible. The air of mystery it created around him was very useful, as it tended to intimidate the weak minded and make the easier to manipulate. And it also disguised him from those stronger than him, making it easier to escape the wrath of the powerful.
He broke free of the crowd and was surprised by the silence that engulfed him once he was outside of that mass of bodies. He walked silently through the streets of Ganutcha, making his way back to teh small room he was renting. Suddenly, a voice sounded behind him. Orin froze, and turned slowly, his hand reaching inside his clothing for one of his throwing knives. Before him floated a purple cloud of dust. The voice was speaking from within it.
"Please come to this Tows Pub. Make it quick, you do not have much time. You will regret it if you don't... Or you wont, since you will be dead. Your call. As you walk in, a stranger will wave to you, go over and talk to him, he is the owner of this spell".
A slight frown formed on Orin's face, and he stood for a few seconds in quiet contemplation. Eventually, he decided to obey the message. He doubted that, whatever the situation was, he wouldn't be able to handle himself. Turning around, he set of down the nearest alleyway in the direction of Tow's Pub.
A quick question about the nature of Green magic illusions. Is it possible for Orin to create multiple versions of himself and control them. I just wanted to know to inform how he fights.
