In A Dark Room Somewhere In Sshamath...
Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 12:34 pm
He sat in the darkest corner of the room. A single purple light lingered above him, dancing gently back and forth. His ocean blue eyes observed it slightly before looking back into the room of those all about him. And how foolish they were for paying him no heed. He wears a big hat with a big blue feather to match his eyes. A very expensive rapier sheathed on his side. His feet on the table crossed comfortably. Fingers intertwined behind his head as he leans back in the chair relaxing. His onyx black skin gleaming in the different colored lights of the underdark. At first glance, he appears every bit a pirate as any other, other than he seems very well up-kept. After a short observation, it's easy to tell he's much more than that. A cocky smirk on his face, for he knows that he will have quite an interesting meeting coming to him very soon. After all. It isn't every cycle that one gets to have a meeting with such an intruiging individual such as the revered eye of the circle. Not every cycle indeed. His heavily enchanted gear almost raidiating as he rocks back and forth a moment before lighting what the kivvil may call a cigar. He's become quite fond of them after taking several trips to the surface and making some trade with the kivvil. He thought once of joining the 7th circle, or perhaps other means of gain. Yet in the end it seemed more beneficial for him to just remain freelance. His cocky smirk only grows wider as he considers the endless possibilities. Especially with all of the new kivvil allies he has aquired. He is indeed pleased with himself this cycle. He non-chalantly yawns as he takes a big swig of this kivvil drink he discovered on his most recent trip to the surface. "Rum" they called it. He reminds himself as to not forget to buy more next time he goes up. He sits patiently in the corner awaiting news from the bat he sent to seek out Valshar, the revered Eye of the 7th Circle. They would have word exchange this cycle.