Salutations,
I am known as Aoditor, a Respectable Person of Enigmatic and Possibly Variable Gender and Disposition. Do excuse Mystra and Shar perched on either side of my shoulders. They don’t conspire together. Much.
I have only recently returned from an expedition into a certain violet-hued secluded cavern, and must shamefully admit to a certain amount of trepidation in remaining anywhere half-close to the place, much less deal with those who seek its secret.
That little escapade, coupled with my boyish desire to test my newly constructed Zubmarine, meant that I intend to, as the French says, Bon Voyage moi petit derriere as far away from London as possible. A small snag with that plan, however, was a correspondence from a dear- late- captain friend of mine that emphasized that I must make certain to have a panache, a little daring flair to myself. Though he used the Zailor’s term Iron, I have since deduced that he meant Dangerous.
My stats, vulgarly expressed in numbers are as follow:
[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)]Watchful: 100[/color]
[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)]Shadowy: 89[/color]
[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)]Dangerous: 74[/color]
[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)]Persuasive: 100[/color]
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[color=rgb(194, 194, 194)]I seek a patron of the Shattering Force persuasion to mentor me in the art of breaking heads, in other words. I’d be suitably grateful to any assistance.[/color]
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[color=#c2c2c2]http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Aoditor[/color]
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[color=#c2c2c2]Do feel free to comes calling, delicious friends. You will find me in a Guestroom at the Brass Embassy, though rest assured that my open mindedness extended to all factions dwelling in this ventral domain.[/color]
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[color=#c2c2c2]Before I go, Mystra have a riddle for you: [/color][color=rgb(36, 132, 198)]How Is a Raven Like a Writing Desk?[/color]
edited by Aoditor on 10/5/2014
edited by Aoditor on 10/5/2014