A figure steps from a darkened house, a silvery gauntlet reaching around the door-frame and reflecting only pale ghost-light. A creature steps out, though it appears as a man at first. It steps into whatever dim light it is provided to reveal it's divine nature. It's gray wings fold more tightly against it's back to appear almost like a feathered cloak. His sword is caked with burnt blood and sheathed in pale fire. With an unfathomable whisper the flames seep into nothingness and he sheathes the weapon. Tibian now walks the streets, leaving his latest prey in their former home.

He watches the imp land on a statue of a bowed, grieving woman before him and explain the will of his master. "Hm. Then a wanderer will wander. I will meet him at this citadel." And with that he ventures forth, a ruined stronghold on the horizon.

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This illness has been hell. Posting the sheet in the OOC thread soon.