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Character Biography - Bane

The Black Lord, The Black Hand, the Lord of Darkness

Bane, the Lord of Darkness, has conquered death itself, returning to the world to give dark inspiration to a thousand intrigues, to foment fear and hatred in civilized lands, and to reassure the common mortal that tyranny, through it may suffer occasional defeat, will never die. Though Bane transcended mortality centuries ago, his primary goal remains notably human -- he seeks nothing short of the total domination of Faerun. When his servants sit upon the throne of every land, when commoners serve their masters in fear for their very lives, and when altruism and hope have been erased from the world, only then will Bane rest. Until that dark day, however, the Black Hand has eternity to hatch demented plots and vile intrigues.

Bane has a small, but loyal following in the Great Realms, spurred by his appearance some years ago.  Followers of Bane hold very few formal religious rituals; prayers for spells at midnight and perhaps on the eve of a major battle.  Worshipers revel in offering sacrifices to the Black Lord, often of intelligent or innocent beings, usually upon an altar of black basalt or obsidian.  They open worship Bane, and use fear and coercion to demand respect. The recent disappearance of this diety from the Great Realms has not had much of an impact on his religion thus far.
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Old Character Description - Hannibal

A gaunt face with sunken sockets and pallid flesh meets you, his eyes a clear and glowing ice blue.  Dark armor etched by acid and scratched by blades encases his frame, which although appearing deathly pale, is muscled and powerful.

Strapped to his back he carries a two-handed sword of black steel that appears  to steal light from its surroundings.

From his neck hangs a necklace bearing the emblem of Bane, the Black Lord.
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The Short Cut

Between the copper fingers of Quyen's arm was a half-eaten apple. He was waiting for the guy in front of him to finish talking to Ror and when the man had finally buggered off, he stepped forward and nudged to his friend.  "Guess who made it in?"   Ror chuckled and nodded, "I read the report."  Quyen rolled his eyes, "Your lady friend was a tough cookie, but she's just your type you know."   Humored, Ror leaned back in his chair and said, "I see.  Well, I guess that's good news.  Did she tell you to keep a close eye on me?"  There was silence across the desk and Quyen spat out an appleseed.  "I see.  She's been worried a lot of late, but trust me I will not do anything stupid before you return."  Quyen tossed the remainder of the apple in the bin, and fetched a pack of smokes from the pocket of his coat.  As he drew a cigarette out and tucked it between his lips, he changed the subject, "You asked me to come.  I'm here, talk."  Ror planted his elbow on the armrest and leaned against his left hand.  "There's a priestess by the name of Calliope who recently left the city for the Port of Thalos.  I believe you met her recently?"   Quyen frowned, "Damn man, you know more than is good for you, you know?" He lit the cigarette with a flame that sparked from his finger.  Ror smirked, "Ah!  It's my job to be well-informed.  Especially within the city walls of Torregiano.  That said, you better hurry to catch up with her.  Or you could take the portal of course."  

Smoking, Quyen raised an eyebrow, "A portal? Where's that?"
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