Hinge watched Terry run down the path for a bit before turning back to Rick and saying, " Hmmmm you certainly keep strange company Rick. As for and inn there's a small "bed and breakfast", I think they're calling it just on the other side of town. But as for Korea I haven't the slightest, these bloody towns people won't either speak up when you ask questions, or won't stop screaming when you give them a trial by fire. However I have no fear of this Korea for if I find him, I shall strike him down with strength unmatched."
As he said his last he struck a most gallant and heroic pose for the travelers and stood there gazing off for sometime before remembering his courtesies. " So ummmmm, where are you all off too?"
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Hinge turns to the new woman and greets her particularly warmly, "Why hello there, you're a fair colleen aren't you? In case you hadn't heard earlier I am Hinge, human incarnate of Leul. This is Rick and I'm afraid I do not know the name of his beloved there. However this," he gestured grandly, "is Towncastershire. It's not much I'm afraid. Merely a small plot of land with a few scattered shops and a dozen or so houses, minus a library as of today. The people aren't to friendly either I'm afraid."
He turned over his shoulder and began shouting at the complacent little village. "THE PEOPLE ARE JUST A BUNCH OF SHEEP REALLY, WHO RUN AT THE FIRST SIGHT OF FIRE AND REFUSE TO SHARE THEIR FOOD." He turned back towards the group and redressed, "They're all skittish really, locking themselves away in bomb shelters and fretting over some villan called "Korea", and "fallout" and some other nonsense. I'm sorry my dear but I don't believe I've been graced with your name?"
He turned over his shoulder and began shouting at the complacent little village. "THE PEOPLE ARE JUST A BUNCH OF SHEEP REALLY, WHO RUN AT THE FIRST SIGHT OF FIRE AND REFUSE TO SHARE THEIR FOOD." He turned back towards the group and redressed, "They're all skittish really, locking themselves away in bomb shelters and fretting over some villan called "Korea", and "fallout" and some other nonsense. I'm sorry my dear but I don't believe I've been graced with your name?"
It was at this moment that Hinge chose to make his appearance. He addressed the pair in the same voice a mayor might use addressing a large crowd. "Greetings," he said as he strolled up with is arms and staff outstretched. "I realize you are having a tender moment of embrace here, and I do wish you two the best, but I think I had ought to indroduce myself if you are coming into this fair village. I am Hinge the human incarnate of the god Leul, protector of the valiant and scorcher of the wicked."
He crossed his arms and looked off into the distance for a moment for dramatic effect before looking back down on the two and saying, "And who might you two be?"
He crossed his arms and looked off into the distance for a moment for dramatic effect before looking back down on the two and saying, "And who might you two be?"
A great multitude of dust flew from the pages of the old book as Hinge closed it shut. "So it must be true," he said. "I am the human incarnate of Luel". A song bird landed on the broken window pane of the second story of the Towncastershire library where Hinge sat, and sang almost in approval. With this Hinge smiled and began to recount how he came here after days of wandering in the wilderness with only strange memories to guide him. Memories of a "Tim" without great curled horns and this long streaked beard, who knew only sadness and wandering.
He turned to the charred corpse of the former librarian with its mouth still agape and spoke, "Oh fair Melody, it was not entirely your fault for your fate. For you were unaware,as was I, that it was no mere man you were offending but a proper Celtic god! Now that I know who I am, I must take it upon myself to-" he suddenly found himself interrupted and frustrated by the songbirds chirps. Feeling that he was on a role though he continued, "I must take it upon myself to wander these lands and guide my people. To comfort them in their sorrow and to-" again the song bird chose to interrupt Hinge's glorious soliloquy. His expression darkened and his words grew sharp. "To right their wrongs and to make tough decisions as they are required by any great-" As the song bird sang it's last notes, Hinges patience tore in half.
"SHUT UP YOU FILTHY FUCKING BIRD YOUR GOD IS SPEAKING!", Hinge thundered as he thrust his arms before him and shot scorching flame forth from his finger tips, consuming both the song bird and library wall alike.
As the library burned down around him, Hinge took one last look out the window and saw two people coming into the village, one trailing behind the other. "Rovers", thought Hinge. " I must aquatint myself properly this time as their rightful friend and lord." Hinge smiled and plucked on his whiskers as he began down the stairs, but then frowned as a thought came over him. "I certainly hope these are agreeable people, I do so hate having to reduce the population number on that infernal sign."
He turned to the charred corpse of the former librarian with its mouth still agape and spoke, "Oh fair Melody, it was not entirely your fault for your fate. For you were unaware,as was I, that it was no mere man you were offending but a proper Celtic god! Now that I know who I am, I must take it upon myself to-" he suddenly found himself interrupted and frustrated by the songbirds chirps. Feeling that he was on a role though he continued, "I must take it upon myself to wander these lands and guide my people. To comfort them in their sorrow and to-" again the song bird chose to interrupt Hinge's glorious soliloquy. His expression darkened and his words grew sharp. "To right their wrongs and to make tough decisions as they are required by any great-" As the song bird sang it's last notes, Hinges patience tore in half.
"SHUT UP YOU FILTHY FUCKING BIRD YOUR GOD IS SPEAKING!", Hinge thundered as he thrust his arms before him and shot scorching flame forth from his finger tips, consuming both the song bird and library wall alike.
As the library burned down around him, Hinge took one last look out the window and saw two people coming into the village, one trailing behind the other. "Rovers", thought Hinge. " I must aquatint myself properly this time as their rightful friend and lord." Hinge smiled and plucked on his whiskers as he began down the stairs, but then frowned as a thought came over him. "I certainly hope these are agreeable people, I do so hate having to reduce the population number on that infernal sign."
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Name: Hinge
Race (animal, human, robot, etc.): human/mutant-demon
Occupation: Arsonist
Age: unknown
History: Hinge was not always what they called hinge, but he was once known as "Tim". "Tim" is what the "Authorities" classified as "a deranged psychotic". He lived a peaceful life as a hermit on the Isle of Skye, caring for the animals of the forest, tending to the trees, and burning every man made settlement to the ground, whilst dressed in his long robes and great horned head cap in the glorious name of Satan (long may he make us suffer!). One bright Gawd-Aful day the sky suddenly became black as satin against the fallout of the falling bombs and "Tim" knew at once the glorious end times had come at last! Wishing to aid the dark lord in any way, "Tim" threw on his regalia and set him self on fire and three himself into a lake tainted by nuclear waste, hoping to arrive in Hell. Instead "Tim" was knocked unconscious and when he came to discovered three things: 1) he had no memory of who he was or where he was, 2) his horns had become infused in his head, and 3) he could shoot flames from the very tips of his fingers, fueled he supposed by nothing more than wild berries, his wild spirit, and possibly motor oil. "Tim" went up on a hill for a long time trying to remember the past and who he was, and after a long period of thought resolved that his true name was "hinge" and was the human incarnate of the Celtic god "Leul". Hinge now wonders the country side seeking adventure and to show off his fearsome power.
Personality: Hinge knows that since he is actually a god that his way is aways the best, but since he is trapped in the body of a man he might have to go along with the plans of the mere humans he encounters. Hinge speaks infrequently and often switches between soft tones and loud tones during a given conversation.
Name: Hinge
Race (animal, human, robot, etc.): human/mutant-demon
Occupation: Arsonist
Age: unknown
History: Hinge was not always what they called hinge, but he was once known as "Tim". "Tim" is what the "Authorities" classified as "a deranged psychotic". He lived a peaceful life as a hermit on the Isle of Skye, caring for the animals of the forest, tending to the trees, and burning every man made settlement to the ground, whilst dressed in his long robes and great horned head cap in the glorious name of Satan (long may he make us suffer!). One bright Gawd-Aful day the sky suddenly became black as satin against the fallout of the falling bombs and "Tim" knew at once the glorious end times had come at last! Wishing to aid the dark lord in any way, "Tim" threw on his regalia and set him self on fire and three himself into a lake tainted by nuclear waste, hoping to arrive in Hell. Instead "Tim" was knocked unconscious and when he came to discovered three things: 1) he had no memory of who he was or where he was, 2) his horns had become infused in his head, and 3) he could shoot flames from the very tips of his fingers, fueled he supposed by nothing more than wild berries, his wild spirit, and possibly motor oil. "Tim" went up on a hill for a long time trying to remember the past and who he was, and after a long period of thought resolved that his true name was "hinge" and was the human incarnate of the Celtic god "Leul". Hinge now wonders the country side seeking adventure and to show off his fearsome power.
Personality: Hinge knows that since he is actually a god that his way is aways the best, but since he is trapped in the body of a man he might have to go along with the plans of the mere humans he encounters. Hinge speaks infrequently and often switches between soft tones and loud tones during a given conversation.
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