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03/08/09(Sun)01:26 No.3914125At one point our party talked with an old man who spoke in a bit of an odd way. He never used contractions, never raised his voice, and almost never had an expression on his face other than a slight smile. He occasionally helped out with information regarding the city we were in, points of interest, people of import, etc. At first we thought nothing of him other than that he was a helpful old man who knew the city like the back of his hand.
Later on we were trying to find a way to nab a guy who was hold up in a decrepit old fort a bit downstream from the city. Before setting out we went to the old man to see if there was anything we should know about the place before heading out. He told us that it used to be the hideout of a powerful warlock who had prowled the city streets routinely murdering people and serving their souls up as sacrifices to the Baatezu. We had heard a bit about the warlock, namely that he had finally been taken down by a group of adventurers after a particularly brutal killing spree a decade or so before the campaign was set.
The old man filled us in on a few details, that the adventurers had tracked him to the old fort and fought him, besting all of the traps (which he described in some detail for us) and finally confronting him in his sanctum. From the way he told the story he hinted that he had been one of the adventurers, then he mentioned that though they beat the warlock they never found the body. One of our party members pointed out that that meant the warlock might have survived to continue killing and sacrificing people. To this the man just shook his head and said "Ah, but I am an old man now. What harm could I possibly do?"
It was an awesome moment, especially for those of us who knew where the line was originally from. I loved that game. |