R44 - Warri, arri, arrior

[with_my_teacup]

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['Melkor the witch hunter' wears a black cloak and a foam greatsword at his waist-- along with a few beanbag pouches he found labeled 'lightning bolt' and 'snare'. Otherwise, the outfit isn't changed much from Riddick's standard wear. Ask him, and he's a renegade half-drow.]

So this is your kingdom? I've seen worse. The name is Melkor and by trade I'm a witch hunter. Find me in the great dining hall if you have business for me. Rogue sorcerors-- the undead-- I can deal with what troubles you. For a price.

If you don't have the coin for it, leave me be.



[Open Spam]

[And when he is not doing his morning ritual at the dining hall-- where his work is for no god but for the souls of those he has lost, he can be found stalking the halls with his mighty witch-hound, rolling dice to detect traps and foes.

Partner has foam dog armor. He's patiently trying to eat it.]

Comments

[forsaken_queen]

[Sylvanas has Lirath with her at the moment. He's getting bigger by the day, and is learning to obey commands. But big cats also need exercise, and with half the Barge out of their respective minds, it's down to just taking him for a walk through the halls.

Also, she has one of those stupid dice, and it didn't give her a damn choice in the matter.

Lirath smells them before he sees them, and in his friendly way, his tail goes straight up. It's all he can do until he's told he's allowed to go say hi. He's a fast learner.]

[with_my_teacup]

[Partner lets out a warbling howl to inform Riddick that there was another animal and an undead, right there, there, right there! Hey do you see them! There!]

Calm yourself, my hound! I see her. What has got into you, beast? That is your pray, not some village maiden to scratch your ears. Cease the wagging of your tail.

[forsaken_queen]

[Lirath wants to greet Partner so bad he practically vibrates. Sylvanas only has herself to blame. Most of his formative months was spent playing around the other animals, making social bonds. At least, she was able to train him to mind her orders.

Riddick gets a brow raise, because who talks like that?]

You're affected, aren't you? [She doesn't expect a coherent answer to be quite honest.]

[with_my_teacup]

[He frowns, and momentarily passes his hands in a complicated pattern that ends with a dice roll-- he stares at his D20s suspiciously, and then at her.]

I am under no spell. But this land seems to hang under a curse.

[forsaken_queen]

By the Light...

[She actually runs a hand over her face watching him do that fancy dice roll. His answer just gets the other brow raised, incredulously.]

No kidding. I may as well ask and get it over with. Who are you supposed to be?

[with_my_teacup]

[He executes a sarcastic bow.]

I am Melkor, a witch hunter. And you, my lady elf? You are cursed, I can see, but you are not one of my dark kindred.

[forsaken_queen]

[Slooow blink.]

You think you're an elf?

[with_my_teacup]

Only half my bloodline is Drow, and I want no more of it. But yes, I am am elf.

[Partner, sending that this is going to devolve into talking and not his playtime in the CES, whines and begins to pull.]

[forsaken_queen]

Of course, you are.

[Can the undead get headaches? Sylvanas says yes. Just add one moronic, delusion filled flood and there you go; instant undead headache.]

Your dog needs a run, I think.

[One didn't need to be a ranger to pick that up. Partner was being very clear. At the mention of the word "run" Lirath's ears perk.]

[darknessb4me]

Melkor. Great. Why do you have a toy sword when I know for a fact there are real weapons in your room?

[with_my_teacup]

You mock my blade. Is that because you want a taste of it?

[darknessb4me]

That's an extremely loose definition of a blade that you are using.

video;

[heavenlymisandrist]

[ Ceres rolls diplomacy. She fails. ]

A despicable profession. Witch hunters are little more than killers for hire, yet because they restrict themselves to magical targets they feel morally superior.

[mistconduct]

So, uh, Melkor.

How do you know what you're hunting is actually a witch?