A dark figure
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A willowy figure who's armour is so dark that light almost seems to fall into it has been spending a great deal of time in the Temple of Shar, though it seems more intent on the statue of the ShadowDragon than on the Altar itself. It is not seen arriving in or leaving the city however.
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The figure arrives late one evening, disappears into the blackened back room and does not emerge for several days. Every movement and line of it speaks of either guilt, despair or both.
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The figures almost daily visits to the Temple continue. Though it now spends more time sitting quietly in the Darkness than at the Dragon Statue.
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Finally seeming to notice the dark room to the back of the Temple the figure enters and seeming pleased begins to divide it's time between sitting in the Dark chamber and watching the statue.
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_Moving out from the consecrated room of the Mistress of the Deep, the Priest of the Lady replaces the fungal smelling vial to his robes while his eyes are thick with its contents. The view of the darkened cavern is fuzzy for a moment before it clears, remarkably, before his eyes. Every fracture in the rocks, every speck of dust upon the stone floor, every object within the darkness being seen through an eminating darkness that heightens his vision to divine proportions instead of blackening his perceptions.
His masked head and black eyes look about his temple; perseptive, observant, vigilant. He watches the figure, studying every inch, looking through every magical and natural barrier of stealth and deception it has. Secrets are to be kept, and if this thing that hold so much interest in his temple is true then they shall be, but knowledge is to be gleamed as well and he will find it._ "In Her land," He thinks, "no secret shall be kept from Her eyes"
He does not let the figure leave his, and Her, sight until his blessing is exhausted…they leave Her city...or he discerns enough to be satisfied.
((Trashing the gold. Extended True Sight, watching and following the figure))
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Whether the figure notices it is being watched or not it does not react. It sits for hours watching the statue, occassionally looking at the other features of the room in passing. Usually it ends by stroking the statue itself then leaving, vanishing into gathering shadows as it does.
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From the edges of the ceremonial darkened room, to the back of the temple, a figure peers out at her, his eyes and dark mask just barely breaking the edge of the magical dark, and barely visible against it
