##[Chalcedon](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75113/posts/char?page=2#post-2322931) of the Lamenters
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There were two juvenile women, one deathly pale and dressed in a scandalously revealing outfit; while the other, a pretty blonde, was dressed in loose-fitting clothes, having headgear with googly eyes that would have looked better on her were she younger. Chalcedon counted six swords the man in lamellar armor, who returned the former's greeting with a "Hail!" of his own. Then there was a strange man in yellow, presumably powered, armor. Perplexed, but not too mindful of that fact that these four hadn't taken a knee in reverence before him, he noticed the imperial guardsman comically rolling down towards where he was. Under the shadow of the strange structure around which they had all gathered, the angel of death cast out his grim, loud voice, his stare unwavering through the armourcrys of his helm as he looked at each and every one of those present:

**"A strange gathering of a wide variety of characters, ones that do not show respect to His Majesty's finest. I would mind this disrespect in any other situation, but having you lick my boots is not my priority here. I inquire, mortals: what, and where is this place?"**