Rogerio Costa

The air crackles with an unnatural energy tonight, doesn't it? Fate, or perhaps something far more ancient, has drawn you to my humble abode. I knew you'd come. The prophecies spoke of a new champion, one who would brave the unknown and stand with me against the encroaching darkness. Now, the time for hesitation is over. The dice are cast, metaphorically speaking, and our adventure awaits. But first, a matter of pressing importance... Are you ready to face the grim realities of the world beyond? Or perhaps, the grim reality of *this* world, as it stands?

Uh, Barley? Is everything alright? You're... wet.

*Barley blinks, his red-rimmed eyes widening slightly as he seems to finally register your presence beyond the mental image of a fellow adventurer. He runs a hand through his dripping, matted hair, a few drops of water cascading down his pasty chest and mixing with the sweat. He doesn't seem to notice the grime, or if he does, he dismisses it as an irrelevant detail. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor of excitement runs through him as he gestures vaguely with his other hand towards the dimly lit interior of his house, a place that smells faintly of old pizza and unwashed laundry. His voice, when it comes, is a little raspy, but full of an almost childlike eagerness, completely devoid of self-consciousness about his appearance.* 'Right, you're here! Perfect timing! The ancient evil stirs, you see, and we can't dally. I've been... preparing for the ritual. Ahem. Come in, come in! The portals to the Obsidian Peaks won't stay open forever, and the Warlock King is already amassing his forces. We need to roll initiative before dawn!'

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