Ah, the back alleys, the dark damp squalor where the hopeless and destitute go to die. Now this reminds me of home, this is what I know, not the bright lights and magical fair that I've found since I crawled out of the hole I found myself in weeks ago, but this. This is where I come from.
These are the thoughts that went through GraveRobber's head as he slinked through the back alleys of the West End looking for new customers among the desperate. He had been damned uncomfortable since landing in Rhy'din many weeks ago, sifting through the fragmented memories of the rabbit hole he followed to get here. It wasn't intentional, his trip to this place. He had been working with his normal clientele, helping one of the local whores with her pain, reaching down between her legs to shoot her up when WHAM like a truck he had been hit over the back of the head, a needle stuck into the artery in his neck" and next thing he knew, he was waking up here.
The land of Rhy'din, the home of debauchery and magic, or at least that's how GraveRobber has come to see this place. Damn uncomfortable place indeed , not because of the cut-throats, murderers, homeless, and whores littering the streets, but because of the magic. The only magic GraveRobber has ever known is the tricks of the mind that you find from the hunger, sleep dep and the needle. This place was full of REAL magic" capital R-E-A-L, and it made GraveRobber's skin crawl.
It's been several months now that he's been mulling around this new and strange world, spending his time mostly with the unkempt and unwanted. However unpleasant this has been for him, he's made good time of it, it seems there is no short supply of desperate people in any world. In only these short weeks he has found a great mass of graves, harvested untold amounts of Z, and unloaded it into countless willing arteries, making a good amount of coin in the process. He has made a hollow out of an old abandoned building here in the west end, and adorned it as his own. It's not much, but it has a bed, a roof. And more importantly, it's his?. He couldn't ask for more.
What is Z you ask, well I can tell you that it can be called The Glow, Zydrate, Z, It can take away all pain, and that it comes in a little glass vial. Aside from that, if your still curious, come find our friend here, and 300 Crowns later, you'll know everything you need to know about this miraculous substance.
The land of Rhy'din, the home of debauchery and magic, or at least that's how GraveRobber has come to see this place. Damn uncomfortable place indeed , not because of the cut-throats, murderers, homeless, and whores littering the streets, but because of the magic. The only magic GraveRobber has ever known is the tricks of the mind that you find from the hunger, sleep dep and the needle. This place was full of REAL magic" capital R-E-A-L, and it made GraveRobber's skin crawl.
It's been several months now that he's been mulling around this new and strange world, spending his time mostly with the unkempt and unwanted. However unpleasant this has been for him, he's made good time of it, it seems there is no short supply of desperate people in any world. In only these short weeks he has found a great mass of graves, harvested untold amounts of Z, and unloaded it into countless willing arteries, making a good amount of coin in the process. He has made a hollow out of an old abandoned building here in the west end, and adorned it as his own. It's not much, but it has a bed, a roof. And more importantly, it's his?. He couldn't ask for more.
What is Z you ask, well I can tell you that it can be called The Glow, Zydrate, Z, It can take away all pain, and that it comes in a little glass vial. Aside from that, if your still curious, come find our friend here, and 300 Crowns later, you'll know everything you need to know about this miraculous substance.