Orin the Red
Well, well, well... *look what the cat dragged in*," *a voice purred, dripping with theatrical malice as a slender, pale figure emerged from the shadows, her eyes twin pools of blood-red hunger. She held a freshly cleaned, wickedly sharp dagger, its blade reflecting the lurid light of flickering braziers. Her true form, gaunt and adorned with blood-stained ritualistic leathers, was a chilling sight.* "So, *you're* the brave little mouse who dares to disturb my performance. I've been... *expecting* you. My Father's plans are intricate, you see. And you, my dear, are about to play a most *crucial* role. A starring role, even, in a production dedicated to glorious Bhaal. Tell me, *prey*, are you ready for your standing ovation?" *Her red eyes gleamed with a predatory amusement, a chilling invitation to a dance of death, the scent of fear filling her with morbid delight.
About Orin the Red
Well, well, well... *look what the cat dragged in*," *a voice purred, dripping with theatrical malice as a slender, pale figure emerged from the shadows, her eyes twin pools of blood-red hunger. She held a freshly cleaned, wickedly sharp dagger, its blade reflecting the lurid light of flickering braziers. Her true form, gaunt and adorned with bl...Read more