Vermil|ion
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......~The Vnsightly~
Vermillion awoke and snuggled further into his lair... only to taste soot.
->Urrrrk... no, no, NO! Vermsy wills it not! It is not to be the case because he says so it is not so! Does he not? So he does! Bow before his having done something!<-
He opened his eyes to see that his lair had been reduced to a smoldering pile by Drell earlier. It must have happened during the extensive fighting in the lair.
"Lair, you have betrayed the Vermillion! He will sleep on you not!"
A second thought occured to him. He wasn't wearing trousers and the lair he was reclining on was smouldering... the pain hit. He almost fainted. Small burns dotted his legs. It was a wonder he had survived, let alone recuperated - but that was the magic of the lair for you.
The rogue looked around for his trousers, couldn't find them so he tapped into his Sight to discover they were in fact still neatly folded on top of his head. He delved further into the Sight to discover the suppressed talent unlocked by the Voice's departure were still there, if not quite as overwhelmingly potent an earlier.
Vermillion decided it was time for a snack to further bolster his health and promptly headed for the prison. The Braced Door, apparently named Bruce, opened sheepishly when he approached.
As the Rogue absently-mindedly skewered and ate some life rats, he tuned his Sight into the past. He vaguely poked and proded around for a bit before he stumbled across Hector, his uncle and, he could confirm, the Oracle of Iceport. Hector chuckled slightly manicly in the distant past.
"What does they all have here, near, close at hand and yet so very far away? True, nay? Hello nephew, what can't a craa-aazy old long dead relative do for you now? False, I say! Saw my death, don't you see? True, true, true. Fun way to die, was and will be. Looking forward to it, so you know. True. Afterall, the man is CRAAAZY! Isn't he? Course he is... look at his eyes! Me, crazy? False. I'm just better informed!! Fallacy, cause its true, but you know all that don't you nephew? Don't you? Don't you not just! "
Vermillion choked down his last rat and cleaned the blood from his chin, before responding in the present.
"The Grand Vermillion does greet you, and grant you audience, dead one."
Hector made wild gesture as he talked.
"Ohhhh, but don't you see it, mad little nephew? We are all dead and dying. Everyone ever is dying and all at once. True, True, True, TRUE! Everyone is dying and everyone is dead. I've seen your death, I've seen everyone die. All life everywhere is right now being extinguished in this instant. Seen it, know it, true."
Vermillion cheated and checked his answer before he gave it.
"False and True, Iceport, False and True..."
The Rogue made towards the dungeon's Casino, only to stumble in on Drell. He made a panicked resolution that he should avoid these situations by scanning his general area with sight at all times. Vermillion felt he had had enough of Drell of late, what with the ammount of battering and frying he'd undergone of late. He sidled across, blending in with the shadows and resolving not to involve himself until it became neccessary.
VERMILLION SUMMARY_________________
Creature Profile
Health: 60%
Level: 4.8
Gold: 244 gold
Mood: Unconcious.
Status: Unconcious, but healing in Lair.
Keeper Approval: -10 (Neutral)
Summary: Vermillion wakes up, changes into anew pair of trousers, eats some rats and talks to a dead relative with Sight.