In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
In the shadows of the ensuing chaos a new group has taken shape. Led by an Aegyl named Kalos, the 11th Hour touts an esoteric knowledge of how to combat the darkness and restore the worlds. They might be the worlds’ best chance at survival; but nobody really knows enough about them to confirm or deny their claims.
On the brink of collapse, the universe holds its breath in anticipation. Of restoration? Of destruction? It is up to individuals like yourself to decide.
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Setrio's face turned soft and kind. "Well I suopse I gave you a little to think about. If you change your mind and decide to stay at the tavern then I've already booked a room for you. Maybe by that time you will have an answer...and who knows...maybe I will too. I can't live like an empty shell for my entire life" he said as he shrugged and walked back to the tavern not giving her another glance. He indeed have alot to think about. Even if his words did not ring true for her then they definately did for himself. The feeling of emptyness that he disliked with a passion and his entire reason for starting off after the cloaked men. A simple reason to exist. Something tangible to put himself behind so that he could justify his own life and not Scion's.
As he walked back into the Tavern he tossed the inkeeper another bag of munny and yelled "Another round for everyone!" from the stairs. He was tired, his body ached from the activity today. He had never used an attack like the one he used on the heartless woman who tried to kill him. Was that you ya old ghost?.....or was that me.... He hardly cared at the moment all he wished to do was go to the dark black nothingness of sleep. A place where he would dream of wars and battles fought under a different name and of deaths. Dreams of Scion.
Sinthia didn't think much on it, or at least on following, although she never entered that tavern.
Just sat on the roof, mulling things over until the morning. Or as much of a morning as Traverse Town got... Just spent the evening hunched over, considering things, trying find what it was that life still had in store.
Life... Funny, the werewolf reasoned, sort of, she used to think that she knew all about life.
Setrio woke the next morning a little groggy, Wondering what had happened last night. He shook himself awake and stood, gathering and putting on his long green coat and his black hat as well as fitting his naginata to his back. His mind was swarming with images of his dreams, a large wolf and a smaller one, and himself being hung in a noose. His dreams always did trouble him.
Downstairs the Tavern was bustling, barflies and average Joe's alike. Setrio came down and smiled at one of the barmaids and sat down at his normal table like the other mornings before. "A mug of the best ale and a plate or roast and spiced yams....." The woman nodded and walked into the back to get everything. Setrio sighed heavily at the buzz of the place, half bored from the lack of things to do and half curious about where the woman he had met and talked to last night was. She probably left already....Well there goes any chance I may have to pursue her....Now I have nothing to do...AGAIN...
As the hours passed, the smoke from the pipes began to cloud the air. It seemed tonight was when the smoking average's came in. Setrio soon realized he was one of them, a small thing pipe in the corner of his own mouth and a thin stream of smoke coming from the end. Bloody Dead man's habits.... He just shrugged his head and took another inhale, somewhat liking the relaxing feel it was having. Good thing I don't cough like no tomorrow like those other guys...
She was not going to wait there for hours, for days, for all the time that it took to worry.
Worry wasn't something Sinthia did.
It was just easier to take the offer of a ride off this hunk of rock and find something to do somehwere else, forget about the night... Back to Halloween Town.