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Taking a stroll down dimly lit brent street, (in the bad part of town
near the warehouse) you notice a dimly lit tavern, with a note stuck to the
door with a dagger, it reads.
"Weavers of the Dark Flame only- V"
You've heard of them, and against your better judgment you enter.
A group of dark figures sit at a table, embraced by the surrounding shadows.
A raspy voice speaks out to you as two red orbs appear out of the darkness.
"What is it you seek? Be quick, lest Jimmy or Thunnder slit you open." and
with that you feel the points of what you think are two daggers on your back.
"Oh, so you have come wanting to know more about the Weavers of the Dark Flame?"
Then sit young one, and let me tell you of us.
"Rosamond, make sure our guest is comfortable." With those words a dark sultry
sorceress steps from the shadows, utters a few words, and engulfs you in a flurry of webs and vines.
"You see, we must be careful when dealing with newcomers. We wouldn't want you getting ideas..."
The creak of a chair moving interrupts your protest, as Vistilantus stands up, his flowing velvet robes
shimmering in the small amount of torch light. He leans over you, his two glowing orbs dancing under the
darkness of his hood, and it feels as though your very soul is being scrutinized.
"Now, ask your questions..."
OOC: If you have questions pertaining toThe Weavers of the Dark Flame, then send me an email at TheRageBoy1@aol.com
Vistilantus' Tower
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