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Dravaak- Murderous, Sinful, Divine.

As Dravaak exits the tavern he finds himself just moments away from Traphahl, a small city, noted for its' faithful unification. Now he knew why he was drawn to the tavern.......it was to be his cog in the wheel, so to speak. It would save him much time.He strode in anticipation, full of adrenalin and alcohol. When he reached the outskirts of the city, he noticed many sets of eyes quickly looking away as he approached........looking back as he passed. He must avoid any authorities if he could. He couldn't miss the sermon.....he smiled to himself. He was drawn to the building......a chapel. Quite an elegant building.....the detail was meticulous. He had already hidden his pendants and hung the holy symbol of this place around his neck. He was just in time. As he entered the building, several "brothers" welcomed him with open arms.....Friendly bunch. He put on his warmest smile dripping with sickening sincerety, and respectfully took his seat.

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Permalink Reply by Chris H on January 11, 2009 at 9:10pm

Dravaak listened casually as he was familiar with most belief systems. He could easily be giving this sermon himself. If they didn't mind him being half drunk, that is. The preacher was very good. He looked to have a kind heart, and much knowledge of his beliefs. He was greying but still had youth in his energy. Dravaak liked him, in a way. He respected him too....as much as any mindless sheep. After the discourse was finished, Dravaak joined in fellowship with the smiling faces, who were sure he was there to change his life........after all, he didn't exactly fit in. After all had left, Dravaak approached the preacher who was gathering his belongings." Father, may I have a word....please?" He said with a hint of urgency."Yes, of course, my son.....what troubles you?"He said with the utmost sincerity. "I've been having doubts about my faith.....it's so much to learn. I need help. I am unhappy." Dravaak had tears in his eyes."Come with me son.....we will have some tea in my study. Don't worry. OK?"........"ok". As the preacher turned his back, Dravaak laid his palm on the back of the preachers neck.......and before the preacher could react, Dravaak changed the energy grid in the preachers brain and told his heart to stop. The preacher fell dead. Simple.....quick.....clean.....but not near as fun as mashing his head against the brick walls! Time to go. He could use some sleep. The tavern called.