RPG Welcome To The Desolation

[Talon]

[i][color=teal]As Blaze finished off another food cart, he sent a courier to carry a message to lacroix. The message simply said "My hawk will bear messages between us. Summon it with a whistle if you must." As he settled down to rest in his bed, his mind set to reminiscing about Eve. The times had changed him, and her, to be sure, but he was greater changed than she. He'd lost his wife, though he'd long since forgotten that pain. He'd lost Eve, for it seemed a section of her being, merely a small part of her, was willing to share itself with him, whereas a scant three years ago she would have divulged to him her darkest secrets. He had changed so much. Ever since his suicidal run and his alcoholic tendencies of two years past, he'd realized he stopped caring about living. No person had been there to remove him from the edge of that precipice. And even Eve could not pull him back. It was too late. John had stopped willing himself to live.[/i][/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Lacroix shook his head in amused disgust. He looked around at the rapidly disappearing party.[/I]

Lacroix: Screw you hippies!

[I]As Alastuin and Raistlin start to go off on whatever is currently cataching them, Lacroix reaches out and collars both of them.[/I]

Lacroix: You two are coming with me, come hell, high water or abominations! I would [I]hope[/I] that that is understood....

[I]Lacroix leaves, planning to go with his original plan from however long ago it was. Making sure, of course, to keep Alastuin and Raistlin in tight control.[/font][/color][/I]