*A jangling of reins..*

*was the only sound heard in the night, as Malkav The Magnificent to some, (The malicious to others) stepped down from his horse. Tying it to a tree, he turned his attention to the unlocked tower behind the crypts. The old necromancer glanced briefly at it, before pulling from his pack a small orb of red glass. Stepping deftly, he walked forth, opening the door to the Liche's supposed tower. Pulling off his silver cloak and hat, he stuffed them into his pack knowing the magic that protected them would leave them unwrinkled. Looking around momentarily, he reached into himself and pulled forth a soul of a brigand he had killed, infusing it into the orb. Now, ready for an atack, he quickly ascended to the room above. Still moving as fast as his old bones could, he reached the bookcase. He pulled one from the place, walking downstairs, and making himself quite at home in one of the chairs.*

A book about runes. Splendid.

*Pulling free a pipe, he smoked.*

Name:
E-Mail:
Subject:
Response:
> was the only sound heard in the night, as Malkav The Magnificent to some, (The malicious to others) stepped down from his horse. Tying it to a tree, he turned his attention to the unlocked tower behind the crypts. The old necromancer glanced briefly at it, before pulling from his pack a small orb of red glass. Stepping deftly, he walked forth, opening the door to the Liche's supposed tower. Pulling off his silver cloak and hat, he stuffed them into his pack knowing the magic that protected them would leave them unwrinkled. Looking around momentarily, he reached into himself and pulled forth a soul of a brigand he had killed, infusing it into the orb. Now, ready for an atack, he quickly ascended to the room above. Still moving as fast as his old bones could, he reached the bookcase. He pulled one from the place, walking downstairs, and making himself quite at home in one of the chairs. > A book about runes. Splendid. > Pulling free a pipe, he smoked.
Optional Link URL:
Link Title:
Optional Image URL: