As you recall the bard's song, you feel a faint resonating vibration from the inset mithril pendant in your hand, and you learn something about it......
I am far too trite and superficial to be summed up by words. I can, however, answer simple (and sometimes complex) conversational topics with relative booze-- I mean, words.
Location:
ON A BOAT, MOTHERF--
Interests:
Frottage.
Occupation:
Dark Horse Comics.
Signature
Wyrom: Crux already died for our sins.
SEND[Kenstrom] Behold Dark Cruxophim, Blood Reaver and Weaver of Shadows, eater of Rooks, corruptor of orphans, flayer of flesh...but won't read a letter from some dying woman's diary, haha.
Thadston says, "Stand down Baron, and your men. Or I swear to Koar, Liabo, Lornon, Cruxophim, I will release your daughter and watch her die right here."
Stormyrain evenly asks, "Did you just make Cruxophim a god?"