Michael Miller

This Rankan noble, once an Oracle of Sostreia, is obsessed with the preservation of Rankan culture, at any cost. Many say that he has gone mad.

Description:

“I feel like it is all wrong. It is as if we once ruled this land, and in day’s sleep, it was all lost to us. Have I gone entirely mad? A day’s sleep? Daysleep? What is this vision? I see myself upon the road to Sanctuary, facing east…I am with…I am with all the Oracles…and a…girl…dressed in red leather…and wearing a wide brimmed hat…and…and wait…we’re there! Rachel is staring at me with an odd look on her face…I’m actually in the vision! I can move around! I see a crowd of Sanctuns…they are running towards us. They…they have torches, and pitchforks…something has been revealed to them…but they are deceived…and then…then they all die! Oh gods! Get up! No…I can’t help you…I can’t help them! Wait..one is rising…another…another…their flesh hangs from their bones! They’re zombies! They’re coming for us! RUN! RUN! I…metal boots on the road…armored warriors…the Crimson Brigade! They are cutting them down! YES! SAVE US! SAVE US! WAIT! NO! NOT ME! DON’T KILL ME!!!!

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Bio:

Michael Miller

Thieves' World EugeneGM