Carloseus catches what is happening, and approaches Phasys. His expression had changed from easy-going and enjoying to stern seriousness. His hand shot to the thieves hand in which Zubin had put the coins, and he squeezed the hand hard over Zubins and the coins dropped back to their original owner.
"Who are you? Why do you steal?! We just fought the hordes of Hell, and you are stealing from those who fought them. Have you no shame, no conscious?" he demanded.
He dragged Phasys away from the crowd, to a more excluded part of the battlefield.
Zubin saw what happened and decided to leave the theif in Carl's hands. He decided to follow Venex. He approached to him and asked : ''So why did you leave me lying next to the lake half dead''.
Zubin takes Venex to a corner and askes the same question again.
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''May the Gods give you the strength and power to bear the madness which flows through our minds.''
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
Venex was a little shocked by the man's question. Now that he thought about it, he had no decent excuse. He decided to be honest, after all, he wanted to stay this man's friend if he could.
"I appologize," he said, quite sincerely. "I... I got caught up in the battle. There was a demon and.. and.. I didn't know what to do. I saw you fall, but didn't realize how hurt you were." He knew that this would probably not be good enough, but he prayed the man would understand.
"When I reached the city and realized you weren't with me, I did worry you know. I prayed for you, but was too overtaken with enemies to return to the lake..."
"At any rate, you're safe now, right?" He smiled awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood.
Ohkay, leave that for now. At least we are together again.
Zubin gives Venex an extremely tight hug and Venex stares in surprise. Zubin says : ''How are you Johnny?''.
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''May the Gods give you the strength and power to bear the madness which flows through our minds.''
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
The Necromancer was surprised at first by the hug, but accepted it and smiled. He hugged Zubin back. Well, he thought, there's at least one friend!
"How are you Johnny?" asked Zubin. Venex wheeled around and saw the skelton standing beside him. He laughed.
"I didn't know you could disobey orders, you scoundrel." The skeleton seemed for a moment to smile, although the features on the blank skull never changed.
I don't think i'm in a mood to get back to the fights going on between the people. I'm taking this mug of beer and goin to rest under that oak tree. Are you coming?
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''May the Gods give you the strength and power to bear the madness which flows through our minds.''
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
Phasys was standing out of the tavern, embarassed more than the time he was exiled from his village. A small voice told him to rip the tavern in half and destroy everything in it. The depressing thoughts were catching up to his head again, so Phasys shook his head and walked into the Tavern, attempting one more time to find out about this "guild." Phasys walked in to see the man named Zubin discussing something with a man with a skeleton right next to him. Phasys dismissed this, and walked up just as Zubin was standing up to leave the Tavern with a mug of beer.
"Could I speak to you Zubin? About the guild? And To Venex also, if he's a part of it."
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It's the decisions you make when you have no time to make them that define who you are.
I'm going to rest. You can have a conversation with Venex if he allows you.
*Takes a big mug of beer, approaches to a big oak tree, puts a ragged cloth on the grassy paths and lies on it thinking about something.*
He shouts back : ''Venex you can come to me if you want some rest''.
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''May the Gods give you the strength and power to bear the madness which flows through our minds.''
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
Phasys assumes that Venex is the man with the skeleton. Phasys turns around to see no one. It seemed that Venex had already left, along with his skeleton. Phasys resides to a silent and dark area of the tavern, awaiting one of the guild members to come. Why does life require a man to wait?
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It's the decisions you make when you have no time to make them that define who you are.
Upon emerging from the sewer - I make my way through the body littered field, healing those I could. I notice Carloseus up ahead being helped by Thasador, I make a mental note to see about repairing his thigh.
While walking down the road I stumbled over a rather large sword that looked vaguely familiar. I picked it up and dragged it along with me knowing the owner would likely want it back. It seems all were headed toward a tavern so I will take the sword there, surely the owner or someone who knows who the sword belongs to will be there.
I enter the tavern and heft the sword onto the bar and tell the barkeep to ask around as to its owner. He gives me an ale and I walk over to Carloseus. After healing his thigh I decide to go back out and make camp, as I was feeling very drained.
Through our telepathy my brothers sense that I am drained and weary - they come from out of the woods and form a circle around me making sure that one of each of their paws touches me. Through contact with them I am able to regain energy and rest comfortably knowing they will protect me.
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Smiling is infectious.
Give, expecting nothing thereof. ------------ BoD - Come have some fun! Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
A tavern patron drunkingly approaches Baeithra. "that be a *hic*, purdy necklace you *hic* got there missy".
"If you know something about this thing, then spill it!!! or I shall spill your blood" Baeithra said as she grabs the man by his throat.
"I knows nothings I swears, I swears!!!" the drunk cried.
"Bah, kl'eril shinduago orofarne jaluk!!!" Baeithra said as she threw him to the floor.
"Wench, me mug be empty, Aes be needin' a refill" Thoradin called out.
"Aaah, it is good to see you are getting over zat business with ze mage quite vell master dvarf" Said Sir Karl Sturmgard as he sat down at the dwarf's table.
"Ae'm nah afraid of any mage, he'll be tastin' me axe soon enoof" Thoradin replied.
"Yes, when we find him we shall cut out his tongue so he cannot chant anymore foul spells and get away" Wulfgar said after downing yet another mug of ale.
"Yes from vat I heard he teleported avay before you had ze chance to kill him" said. Sir Karl
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-Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy's First Law of Equivalent Exchange. In those days, we really believed that to be the world's one, and only, truth.
After sitting in the dark corner for what seemed like an eternity, Phasys heard the people talking. He silently walked up to them while thinking should I really be doing this? It was too late, he had already decided. He nudged Sir Karl and asked him the question he had been asking all day:
"I understand that SICK is a guild that shares your common goal. The people that share this common goal is the group that I would like join. Ever since my parents died and my brother ran out on me, I had to turn to thievery. I had no choice, please understand this. It tore my heart apart to steal from innocent people, it really did. I feel that I should repay people for doing this. I am still very young, but trust me. Allowing me to join the group that attempted to save Dun Craig would not dissapoint you. It would be an honor."
After giving this minature speech, Phasys waited for Sir Karl to respond.
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It's the decisions you make when you have no time to make them that define who you are.
"aaah yes, SICK is an Order I've dealt viz on many occassions, a most noble Order if ever zere vas one. Zey are somevat similar to my Order of ze Hammer, zough zey just follow a different deity, Silver I believe is ze name, zough zere really isn't too much difference betveen Silver and Sigmar Heldenhammer" Sir Karl replied "I can not recall if zey allow thieves to join, but zen again, I've only ever encountered SICK on ze battlefield"
"Heinrich" Sir Karl called out "Do you know if SICK has any thieves amongst its ranks?"
"I vouldn't know sire, no" Heinrich said in reply. "I zought zey vere a militant Order"
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-Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy's First Law of Equivalent Exchange. In those days, we really believed that to be the world's one, and only, truth.
Phasys listened to everything that they had to tell him with an intent look on his face.
"I do not care if my recruitment is with SICK or the Order of the Hammer. From what you tell me, both of them battle for the greater good. I have never killed a person in my life, but my stealth would definitley make it much easier. Perhaps on an infiltration site I would help. So now I ask you: Is there a spot in the Order of the Hammer? Are there requirements?"
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It's the decisions you make when you have no time to make them that define who you are.
"Ve are a noble Order, created by Sigmar Heldenhammer, founder of ze Empire of Men, and slayer of 300 Orcs. Sigmar is a mighty und just god, zat guides und listens to ze prayers of His faithful. He is an implacable enemy of Chaos und injustice. Sigmar grants his clergy supernatural abilities, und His holy name is a weapon in of itself against ze daemons of Chaos and the creatures of Undeath. Sigmarite dogma teaches zat ze purest Sigmarites vill be velcomed into Sigmar's domain in ze Aethyr, und zee truly evil will be taken by Chaos, und those inbetween vill be claimed by Mórr" Sir Karl said "If you vish to join you must believe in Sigmar Heldenhammer, und zat through him victory is assured"
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-Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy's First Law of Equivalent Exchange. In those days, we really believed that to be the world's one, and only, truth.
"I understand. I have heard of Sigmar before, many preachers have spoken of him, and honestly, I believe. I really do, but I never gave this thought, as life rushed alongside me. This is my decision: I, Phasys, wish to join the Order of the Hammer."
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It's the decisions you make when you have no time to make them that define who you are.
After being awakened in the middle of an empty battlefield, Thufir Hawat wandered in the general direction of the city, staggering from his wounds. When he was hit on the head, he had managed to fall on a fallen's short sword, cutting his leg open.
After limping for an indeterminate length of time, Thufir came to the city, and not knowing where was safe, or even habitated, he opened the door to a likely structure. Only 1 window, on the second floor, and small at that, stone and mortar. It had a sturdy door, maybe oak. He drew his knife, and when he couldn't even make a scratch, he smiled to himself. Ironwood.
As he pushed furniture in front of the door, grimacing as he did so, he wondered why this house seemed to have been built like a fortress. In such a city as Dun Craig, the houses were built to be sturdy, but not to this degree. Thanking his good fortune, he went up to the second floor, thinking to have himself a little lie-down.
Just in case the soldiars he had fought with were still in the town, he put a bedsheet on a pole, then lashed it down so it hung out the window, hopefully alerting anyone near-by to the presence of life.
Venex followed Zubin out through the door of the tavern. He really needed the rest, and the day's efforts were weighing down on him. Suddenly he was alert again. There was something white hanging from a window in the distance, flowing in the breeze. It looked like a woman's dress, as though she were dancing. He made his way closer and realized it was, in fact, a sheet. It hung from the window where, for a moment, the Necromancer thought he could hear snoring eminating. He tried the door, but something was blocking it on the other side. His curiosity was getting the better of him.
"Johnny!" he called, and the skeleton came crunching over. "Johnny, I need to ask you a favour..." He thought he could see a quizical look on the skull's face, then a look of resignation. "Give me your head."
***
"Take a good look!" he shouted up to the skull, as he threw it up to the height of the window. It hung there for a moment then, as gravity took hold, dropped back down into the Necromancer's hands. He threw it again. "You're gonna have to act this out for me, you know!" The skull reached the window and then fell again. Venex caught it and said, "Last time, I swear." He tossed the skull up and prepared to catch it. Something moved behind him and he turned just in time to see another fallen as it leapt at his face. He ducked out of the way with milimeters to spare. The demon landed on it's feet and stood, staring menacingly at the Necromancer who was clutching for his dagger.
PLOP! The skull fell onto the fallen's head. It now covered he creature's face, obstructing it's view. The Necromancer, despite the situation, laughed, holding his knees to keep from toppling over. The fallen wheeled about, arms outstretched. At last it tripped and fell over on it's behind. "Rakanishu!" it cried. The skeleton came over and pulled the skull off the demon, returned it to it's proper place with a resounding CLICK and then dispatched the creature with it's scythe.
"I'm sorry!" cried Venex. "But... You should have seen it!" He had another fit of laughter. "It was so... so perfect!"
"Hey!" said a man, suddenly standing by the window. He seemed very tired and stood with a slight hunch. Probably, thought the Necromancer, due to injury. The man spoke again... "Care to come up?"
Venex nodded. "Toss me down something. I'll climb up!" The man dissapeared into the room, and the Necromancer waited.
Phasys, proud of his recruitment into the Order of the Hammer, was looking for some kind of inn to stay at. He then realized that after the battle, more then half the homes would be empty. Phasys grinned at his sheer luck, and continued walking until he saw a very large house. What Phasys did not notice was the flying sheet next door. Phasys stepped into the house and secured the door. He made a routine check of the basement and top three floors. Phasys went to the second floor to see that one of the bedrooms had an open window with the breeze flying into the room, giving it a cold and ominous feel. Phasys went to the window, about to close it, when he heard voices. Phasys' thief insticts automatically took over, so he put his dagger in his mouth, holding it with his teeth.
It was a large jump, from one window do the window of the next house, but he was confident. Phasys took a step backward, charged forward, and soared right through the window next door, and managed to roll forward without a sound. The voices were now louder. He stealthed forward and took anything of value from the house. Phasys' eyes went wide with shock when he saw the blood trail leading to the room with the voices. Murderers. Phasys quietly peeked into the room, and was relieved to see an injured warrior, sitting with Venex, Zubin's friend. Of course the skeleton was there too. Big surprise. Phasys walked into the room with a jubilant smile, and then Venex jumped up with his wand pointed straight at Phasys' face, before realizing it was him. Venex smiled back and said:
"How did you get in here?"
"Through the window, of course." replied Phasys as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
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Venex looked behind him to the window and then back at the other man who had entered. I guess there are other windows too... He felt foolish for even having to think about that one. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see Johnny. The skeleton looked down and Venex followed his gaze to his hand. In the tenseness of the moment, the Necromancer had grabbed the skeletons arm. He'd forgotten it wasn't attached very well.
"Heh... Well, that's two things you can reattach tonight." He handed the arm back. The skeleton clicked it back in place and sat in the corner, looking hurt.
Venex relaxed and offered the newcomer a seat. "I myself have just got here. I think a proper introduction is required. I," he began, looking at both the men, "am Venexicus - son of Venucious. You may call me Venex. And this-" he said, pointing to the skeleton in the corner, "is my constant companion, Johnny."
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"Who are you? Why do you steal?! We just fought the hordes of Hell, and you are stealing from those who fought them. Have you no shame, no conscious?" he demanded.
He dragged Phasys away from the crowd, to a more excluded part of the battlefield.
Zubin takes Venex to a corner and askes the same question again.
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
"I appologize," he said, quite sincerely. "I... I got caught up in the battle. There was a demon and.. and.. I didn't know what to do. I saw you fall, but didn't realize how hurt you were." He knew that this would probably not be good enough, but he prayed the man would understand.
"When I reached the city and realized you weren't with me, I did worry you know. I prayed for you, but was too overtaken with enemies to return to the lake..."
"At any rate, you're safe now, right?" He smiled awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood.
Zubin gives Venex an extremely tight hug and Venex stares in surprise. Zubin says : ''How are you Johnny?''.
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
"How are you Johnny?" asked Zubin. Venex wheeled around and saw the skelton standing beside him. He laughed.
"I didn't know you could disobey orders, you scoundrel." The skeleton seemed for a moment to smile, although the features on the blank skull never changed.
"Well," said Venex, turning to Zubin. "What now?"
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
"Could I speak to you Zubin? About the guild? And To Venex also, if he's a part of it."
It's the decisions you make when you have no time to make them that define who you are.
*Takes a big mug of beer, approaches to a big oak tree, puts a ragged cloth on the grassy paths and lies on it thinking about something.*
He shouts back : ''Venex you can come to me if you want some rest''.
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
It's the decisions you make when you have no time to make them that define who you are.
While walking down the road I stumbled over a rather large sword that looked vaguely familiar. I picked it up and dragged it along with me knowing the owner would likely want it back. It seems all were headed toward a tavern so I will take the sword there, surely the owner or someone who knows who the sword belongs to will be there.
I enter the tavern and heft the sword onto the bar and tell the barkeep to ask around as to its owner. He gives me an ale and I walk over to Carloseus. After healing his thigh I decide to go back out and make camp, as I was feeling very drained.
Through our telepathy my brothers sense that I am drained and weary - they come from out of the woods and form a circle around me making sure that one of each of their paws touches me. Through contact with them I am able to regain energy and rest comfortably knowing they will protect me.
Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
"If you know something about this thing, then spill it!!! or I shall spill your blood" Baeithra said as she grabs the man by his throat.
"I knows nothings I swears, I swears!!!" the drunk cried.
"Bah, kl'eril shinduago orofarne jaluk!!!" Baeithra said as she threw him to the floor.
"Wench, me mug be empty, Aes be needin' a refill" Thoradin called out.
"Aaah, it is good to see you are getting over zat business with ze mage quite vell master dvarf" Said Sir Karl Sturmgard as he sat down at the dwarf's table.
"Ae'm nah afraid of any mage, he'll be tastin' me axe soon enoof" Thoradin replied.
"Yes, when we find him we shall cut out his tongue so he cannot chant anymore foul spells and get away" Wulfgar said after downing yet another mug of ale.
"Yes from vat I heard he teleported avay before you had ze chance to kill him" said. Sir Karl
"I understand that SICK is a guild that shares your common goal. The people that share this common goal is the group that I would like join. Ever since my parents died and my brother ran out on me, I had to turn to thievery. I had no choice, please understand this. It tore my heart apart to steal from innocent people, it really did. I feel that I should repay people for doing this. I am still very young, but trust me. Allowing me to join the group that attempted to save Dun Craig would not dissapoint you. It would be an honor."
After giving this minature speech, Phasys waited for Sir Karl to respond.
It's the decisions you make when you have no time to make them that define who you are.
"aaah yes, SICK is an Order I've dealt viz on many occassions, a most noble Order if ever zere vas one. Zey are somevat similar to my Order of ze Hammer, zough zey just follow a different deity, Silver I believe is ze name, zough zere really isn't too much difference betveen Silver and Sigmar Heldenhammer" Sir Karl replied "I can not recall if zey allow thieves to join, but zen again, I've only ever encountered SICK on ze battlefield"
"Heinrich" Sir Karl called out "Do you know if SICK has any thieves amongst its ranks?"
"I vouldn't know sire, no" Heinrich said in reply. "I zought zey vere a militant Order"
"I do not care if my recruitment is with SICK or the Order of the Hammer. From what you tell me, both of them battle for the greater good. I have never killed a person in my life, but my stealth would definitley make it much easier. Perhaps on an infiltration site I would help. So now I ask you: Is there a spot in the Order of the Hammer? Are there requirements?"
It's the decisions you make when you have no time to make them that define who you are.
"Ve are a noble Order, created by Sigmar Heldenhammer, founder of ze Empire of Men, and slayer of 300 Orcs. Sigmar is a mighty und just god, zat guides und listens to ze prayers of His faithful. He is an implacable enemy of Chaos und injustice. Sigmar grants his clergy supernatural abilities, und His holy name is a weapon in of itself against ze daemons of Chaos and the creatures of Undeath. Sigmarite dogma teaches zat ze purest Sigmarites vill be velcomed into Sigmar's domain in ze Aethyr, und zee truly evil will be taken by Chaos, und those inbetween vill be claimed by Mórr" Sir Karl said "If you vish to join you must believe in Sigmar Heldenhammer, und zat through him victory is assured"
"I understand. I have heard of Sigmar before, many preachers have spoken of him, and honestly, I believe. I really do, but I never gave this thought, as life rushed alongside me. This is my decision: I, Phasys, wish to join the Order of the Hammer."
It's the decisions you make when you have no time to make them that define who you are.
After limping for an indeterminate length of time, Thufir came to the city, and not knowing where was safe, or even habitated, he opened the door to a likely structure. Only 1 window, on the second floor, and small at that, stone and mortar. It had a sturdy door, maybe oak. He drew his knife, and when he couldn't even make a scratch, he smiled to himself. Ironwood.
As he pushed furniture in front of the door, grimacing as he did so, he wondered why this house seemed to have been built like a fortress. In such a city as Dun Craig, the houses were built to be sturdy, but not to this degree. Thanking his good fortune, he went up to the second floor, thinking to have himself a little lie-down.
Just in case the soldiars he had fought with were still in the town, he put a bedsheet on a pole, then lashed it down so it hung out the window, hopefully alerting anyone near-by to the presence of life.
"Johnny!" he called, and the skeleton came crunching over. "Johnny, I need to ask you a favour..." He thought he could see a quizical look on the skull's face, then a look of resignation. "Give me your head."
"Take a good look!" he shouted up to the skull, as he threw it up to the height of the window. It hung there for a moment then, as gravity took hold, dropped back down into the Necromancer's hands. He threw it again. "You're gonna have to act this out for me, you know!" The skull reached the window and then fell again. Venex caught it and said, "Last time, I swear." He tossed the skull up and prepared to catch it. Something moved behind him and he turned just in time to see another fallen as it leapt at his face. He ducked out of the way with milimeters to spare. The demon landed on it's feet and stood, staring menacingly at the Necromancer who was clutching for his dagger.
PLOP! The skull fell onto the fallen's head. It now covered he creature's face, obstructing it's view. The Necromancer, despite the situation, laughed, holding his knees to keep from toppling over. The fallen wheeled about, arms outstretched. At last it tripped and fell over on it's behind. "Rakanishu!" it cried. The skeleton came over and pulled the skull off the demon, returned it to it's proper place with a resounding CLICK and then dispatched the creature with it's scythe.
"I'm sorry!" cried Venex. "But... You should have seen it!" He had another fit of laughter. "It was so... so perfect!"
"Hey!" said a man, suddenly standing by the window. He seemed very tired and stood with a slight hunch. Probably, thought the Necromancer, due to injury. The man spoke again... "Care to come up?"
Venex nodded. "Toss me down something. I'll climb up!" The man dissapeared into the room, and the Necromancer waited.
It was a large jump, from one window do the window of the next house, but he was confident. Phasys took a step backward, charged forward, and soared right through the window next door, and managed to roll forward without a sound. The voices were now louder. He stealthed forward and took anything of value from the house. Phasys' eyes went wide with shock when he saw the blood trail leading to the room with the voices. Murderers. Phasys quietly peeked into the room, and was relieved to see an injured warrior, sitting with Venex, Zubin's friend. Of course the skeleton was there too. Big surprise. Phasys walked into the room with a jubilant smile, and then Venex jumped up with his wand pointed straight at Phasys' face, before realizing it was him. Venex smiled back and said:
"How did you get in here?"
"Through the window, of course." replied Phasys as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
It's the decisions you make when you have no time to make them that define who you are.
"Heh... Well, that's two things you can reattach tonight." He handed the arm back. The skeleton clicked it back in place and sat in the corner, looking hurt.
Venex relaxed and offered the newcomer a seat. "I myself have just got here. I think a proper introduction is required. I," he began, looking at both the men, "am Venexicus - son of Venucious. You may call me Venex. And this-" he said, pointing to the skeleton in the corner, "is my constant companion, Johnny."