Dreadstone reads and rereads and rereads the handbill again, his silver eyes flitting over the surface as he wills the words to say something else. He's not foolish enough to pin his hopes on the notion that no one will believe that he of all people could go roguethey were always willing to believe he was a monster, they just needed an excuse to so so.
A dark expression washes over his already black face as he crushes the sheet in his clawed fist. A lifetime of honorable service, of rising above the innuendo and naked bigotry, only to have his carefully curated reputation undone like a ball of yarn with a few slanderous strokes of the pen.
Where would they be without him? Still in the grip of fear of the Rune Killer? Dreadstone was the man who brought him down, wouldn't it follow that he would in fact be the greater monster if he turned to those dark thoughts that dwelled within?
Well, if they're so eager to cast him in the role of demon, perhaps he should oblige and play the part. There is no doubt Dreadstone could usher a reign of terror upon those responsible that would have them wishing the Rune Killer was hunting them. After all, what was the expression? Like father, like
Dreadstone is roused from his musings as Leo hands him the Drow's bow. His mind back in the here and now, he manages to focus on the task at hand.
"Alydar for now," he states, "but first we need to get rid've this contraption, ain't no one who's not gonna remember seein' this ridiculous thing. They still peg Thaddeus as a Drow, so he's 'fficially the public face of this operation. Probably best I just stay outta sight in general unless absolutely necessary, I tend t'stand out in a crowd."
Examining the bow in detail for the first time, he arches a quizzical eyebrow. "Purple?"
((Not to backseat DM, but at "only" 30 years after QftHR, Valerie, Stanley and Valentino may still be around in Alydar, Valkyrie is in Ruby Keep with Valgar, Arianna is at least still alive, and I never gave any thought what Valdemar would be up to since he was the least developed Fierno of the bunch.))
A dark expression washes over his already black face as he crushes the sheet in his clawed fist. A lifetime of honorable service, of rising above the innuendo and naked bigotry, only to have his carefully curated reputation undone like a ball of yarn with a few slanderous strokes of the pen.
Where would they be without him? Still in the grip of fear of the Rune Killer? Dreadstone was the man who brought him down, wouldn't it follow that he would in fact be the greater monster if he turned to those dark thoughts that dwelled within?
Well, if they're so eager to cast him in the role of demon, perhaps he should oblige and play the part. There is no doubt Dreadstone could usher a reign of terror upon those responsible that would have them wishing the Rune Killer was hunting them. After all, what was the expression? Like father, like
Dreadstone is roused from his musings as Leo hands him the Drow's bow. His mind back in the here and now, he manages to focus on the task at hand.
"Alydar for now," he states, "but first we need to get rid've this contraption, ain't no one who's not gonna remember seein' this ridiculous thing. They still peg Thaddeus as a Drow, so he's 'fficially the public face of this operation. Probably best I just stay outta sight in general unless absolutely necessary, I tend t'stand out in a crowd."
Examining the bow in detail for the first time, he arches a quizzical eyebrow. "Purple?"
((Not to backseat DM, but at "only" 30 years after QftHR, Valerie, Stanley and Valentino may still be around in Alydar, Valkyrie is in Ruby Keep with Valgar, Arianna is at least still alive, and I never gave any thought what Valdemar would be up to since he was the least developed Fierno of the bunch.))
