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Bringer of Death

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Date: Mar 13, 2009

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To say that he had been busy would be quite the understatement. Varrick had been beyond the correct use of the term, having to use his hands on several occasions to make time for what needed to be done. Percival had been vacated from his current residence, and the residence now sold out to another person in need of shelter. Varrick had set Percival himself to Avalon to gather materials that could only be found around the resting place of the boyking and his wife. There were quite a few components that would be needed for the ritual he was preparing, and one of the biggest components he had yet to acquire. It was a hard decision for the Fae, one that he had made before quite a few times, but each time the decision came up, it still never made it any easier. As of now, the full blooded Tuathan found himself standing at the center of the Colosseum in the dead of night. It wasn't hard for him to reach where he was standing, not with his Hands. Varrick looked up at the crumbled, ancient beauty that was still standing after so many centuries, and a smile creased the lips of the glamour'd Fae. So much alike the two were, the amount of deaths they had seen and been participant to. Though the structure he was standing in was merely an innocent bystander, as it were, unable to control what it's creators had deigned to use it for. Unlike Varrick, who very much could control what he chose to do. Those earthen hues lifted to look around the circular structure, having come only to gather the blood of a thousand with a mere handful of sand, but now memories and reminiscing stayed his want to leave. The Fae was dressed in his usual light armor of the People, with the sword Yx'kaelbyr resting rather assuringly at his back. His snow white hair was pulled back by a leather thong from the lower part of his armor. Over that, the glamour merely showed a mature man, with closely cropped dirty blond hair, clean shaven and kind earthen colored eyes, donned in simple black slacks and a cream colored dress shirt. The Illusion did well to hide the pale alabaster skin beneath, and the many purplish scars dotting the flesh. Varrick glanced up at the stars, and imagined a time when he had stood in the very same spot, a competitor of the games of Rome by want of the Emporer. The bloodthirst he had seen in today's era's could naught compare with that of the might of the Roman Empire. __________________

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