[RPG] [FE] [Eth] Dyre

[Eric]

Kimberly Amthor wrote:

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> Eye contact?  Riamh realizes she's staring.  "But so is he," a silent 
> thought as her attention diverts to a nearly empty glass of wine on 
> the table.  She downs the rest and stands, heading for the bar.  
> "That's not an expression," she thinks, "It's an <i>impression</i>."  
> The subconscious hint of a smile graces her features.
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/The drink stunk of formaldehyde and some sort of vile detregent... as 
was oft the case in these off the beaten path dives.  As was his ritual 
he sprinkled a granulated substance in it and spoke in rhyme while 
stirring it with his finger.  It was of course a basic transmutation 
spell that even the most simple mundane could learn if they didn't fear 
the unknown... it made most of these concoctions almost paletable... 
without the threat that they normally carried of deathb or worse... 
blindness.

Then she walked in... she was dark and mysterious, her exotic look bore 
a weariness that comes from extreme pain and loss... heart breaking 
loss.  Her eyes had seen horrors, maybe much like the horrors he himself 
had seen.  He looked at someone whom could be a kindred spirit, a lost 
soul on a journey that made no sense, rhyme, nor reason.  A soul without 
direction, devoid of purpose...

Then the grim expression changed, she let slip a hint of a smile... a 
smile that if allowed to florish could have split the gloom of this sad 
little bar, or lit the heavens on a cloudy day.  Dyre Eiryn, the Dear 
Heart of the unholy creature Despyria Eiryn was captivated by the 
duality of this woman... he rose from his table and wordlessly offered 
her a seat...
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