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[Bailos]

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"That familiar sound"...."someone is here"...."a queer combination of the noises from coins falling, shingles on a roof being smashed and rain hitting a window"....this best described the noise of recalling to the man lying on the floor of the room...quite by chance really.

This was a pleasant thought in the last few hours of his life, as the remnants of sanity slipped away for Boris Markov. The room was dimly lit to say the least, save for a strange green glow coming from behind a chair, what looked like a throne, on the far end. Emerging from the shadows of the corner of the room where he recalled in, Bailos' silohouette was now visible. He floated over to the man casually and took position over his battered body with an air of pity about him.

A flashback [the day before]
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It was quite by chance really...Ever since the treaty with Luna had expired, Bailos tightened security around Umbra. All trade carts were examined as they entered the city, merchants were inventoried and a deposit was levyed on anyone who came in, only to be returned as they left. Boris Markov just happened to catch the Officer at the north gate in a particularly foul mood today.....quite by chance really.

As he always was in the morning, Bailos was bored. No corporal body means no sleep...that leaves you with a lot of down time. So while our hapless adventurer was trying to diffuse the ornry guard Bailos slipped into his trade cart, quiet as ever and quite unnoticed.

A short day's work later Boris arrived back to this home just North of Umbra, on the south of the road, where he parked his trade cart under the empty stable's roof and decided to unload the next morning, it was his weekend off! It didn't take Bailos long to act once dusk settled in. It was obvious the man was alone. Quite the large domicile for someone without companionship, but nothing in the realm of suspiciousness...The door was easy enough. Wouldn't budge with a twist of the knob, so an simple spell of unlocking allowed the barricade to yield...quite by chance really.

There they were...all lined up on top of a table and a small desk over along the wall. The most curiously detailed and finely crafted small boxes he had seen in quite some time. Still confident he was unnoticed, Bailos strolled over and picked one up.........
Hmm...lightweight. Beautiful material. *taps on one* sturdy indeed. *opens one*
And Bailos happened to pick the one box which contained the only undelivered scroll of invitation for this "society of mages"...quite by chance really.

Just then, Boris came through the doorway still oblivious. Bending over to pick up a plate and a fork from off a table near the door, he turned around only soon enough to see the dark figure and drop his plate as a horrendous bolt of energy sent him falling to the floor to black out.
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Bailos settled down next to the poor man who now layed beaten and burnt on the floor of the Chamber of Ancients. A nasty gash running accross his forehead and down his left cheek, now his most..."noticeable" feature.

Getting down just above the man's face, Bailos whispered, in a quiet and eerie tone he was so fond of, to Boris...."I will take good care of the sheep you have brought to yourself. Such power in the hands of a peon is unacceptable"

And with the last words, he reached down and gripped his boney, skeletal claws around the weak mans neck. Standing up with him in his grip, he began to apply the pressure....slowly, but that didnt last long.

The man now started to choke, to clutch with what strength he had left at his throat. His eyes began to bulge and the veins popped out as precious oxygen was depleted...he began to let out gurgled screams and gasps and Bailos quiet reply was simply..."Shhh..."...just as soft as a mother would speak to her sleeping child......"Shhh...."

*the mans lifeless body now falls to the floor as Bailos releases his grip*

"Nothing personal.......quite by chance really"