?Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew and then disappeared
The curtains flew and then he appeared (saying don't be afraid)
Come on baby (and she had no fear)
And she ran to him (then they started to fly)
They looked backward and said goodbye (she had become like they are)
She had taken his hand (she had become like they are)
Come on baby (don't fear the Reaper)? -- Blue Oyster Cult
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Old Market District
Fire & Emeralds Inn and Garden
10:30 PM, Saturday Night
Tommy H. Figure, a.k.a. ?The Figure,? stood glaring out the window of his suite on the top floor of the Fire & Emeralds Inn and Garden. The room was quiet and dark, the only light coming from the lively cobbled streets below, where disinteresting women gabbed about magic spells and pointless relationships, and boisterous men roared their drunkenness and brawled unskillfully. The Old Market District sprawled out below him, an annoyingly idyllic, disgusting medieval commercial region. The city from which this thug had come ? those wicked urban corridors of smoggy Long Beach ? made this quaint little town seem like some DragonCon geek?s impression of paradise.
The Figure?s gradual takeover had already begun, with carefully probing grasps for power already in the works. All of the rules for ascertaining control over a town back home seemed to apply perfectly to this idiotically named ?Old Market District.? Take over the waste management system? Easy. Find the toughest bastard around and beat the hell out of him in front of everybody? Even easier. Before long he?d be able to rename the place "The District of Tommy," and the officials would be stumbling over themselves to carve out the new signs.
Of course, he knew he would need a few extra helping hands in his quest for wealth and power. Good subordinates around here were hard to come by, but the Figure had managed to root out a few. The one who had shown the most promise now sat waiting on the couch in the dark room behind him. Tommy thought he could likely hand this young man the keys to the kingdom one day. He was clever, notorious, devious, immoral, and didn?t give a damn what others thought of him. But first the Figure would have to obtain the keys for himself.
On the street below, his huge black Hummer drew to a stop before the front porch. Tommy watched amusedly as the denizens in the streets shrank from the monstrous vehicle in frantic bewilderment. Yeah, you medieval losers never seen anything like that, have you?
And it was clear she couldn't go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew and then disappeared
The curtains flew and then he appeared (saying don't be afraid)
Come on baby (and she had no fear)
And she ran to him (then they started to fly)
They looked backward and said goodbye (she had become like they are)
She had taken his hand (she had become like they are)
Come on baby (don't fear the Reaper)? -- Blue Oyster Cult
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Old Market District
Fire & Emeralds Inn and Garden
10:30 PM, Saturday Night
Tommy H. Figure, a.k.a. ?The Figure,? stood glaring out the window of his suite on the top floor of the Fire & Emeralds Inn and Garden. The room was quiet and dark, the only light coming from the lively cobbled streets below, where disinteresting women gabbed about magic spells and pointless relationships, and boisterous men roared their drunkenness and brawled unskillfully. The Old Market District sprawled out below him, an annoyingly idyllic, disgusting medieval commercial region. The city from which this thug had come ? those wicked urban corridors of smoggy Long Beach ? made this quaint little town seem like some DragonCon geek?s impression of paradise.
The Figure?s gradual takeover had already begun, with carefully probing grasps for power already in the works. All of the rules for ascertaining control over a town back home seemed to apply perfectly to this idiotically named ?Old Market District.? Take over the waste management system? Easy. Find the toughest bastard around and beat the hell out of him in front of everybody? Even easier. Before long he?d be able to rename the place "The District of Tommy," and the officials would be stumbling over themselves to carve out the new signs.
Of course, he knew he would need a few extra helping hands in his quest for wealth and power. Good subordinates around here were hard to come by, but the Figure had managed to root out a few. The one who had shown the most promise now sat waiting on the couch in the dark room behind him. Tommy thought he could likely hand this young man the keys to the kingdom one day. He was clever, notorious, devious, immoral, and didn?t give a damn what others thought of him. But first the Figure would have to obtain the keys for himself.
On the street below, his huge black Hummer drew to a stop before the front porch. Tommy watched amusedly as the denizens in the streets shrank from the monstrous vehicle in frantic bewilderment. Yeah, you medieval losers never seen anything like that, have you?