Marcus XVI

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I ain't touching that cloak... it might be the fabled Cloak of Gender Bending O_O

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I may have just doomed all of us ^w^/

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As Eve went to do his little scouting Tarquin chose to follow after her - just in case the woman would get herself in trouble, he did not much like people who got themselves in trouble if the one getting in trouble wasn't himself. When they arrived back to the room with the bear skull on the altar the tall elf tilted his head slightly. "Now, I would suggest we are very careful with that... No telling how many traps are rigged to that thing... Call me suspicious, but experience has taught me that places like this often have traps." Still he threw caution to the wind and casually picked up the skull, which he deduced had at least at some point been worn as a helmet. "A bit gaudy this thing, don't you think?"

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I didn't notice no cave bear chest in game! I was too busy being patched up and snarky :P

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Tarquin occupied himself with eating the apple, seemingly disinterested in any possible plight the others might be in. "I hope they have found somdthing useful." The tall elf mumbled.

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Tarquin followed after Eve while covering his mouth to keep the dust out. Calmly the tall elf seated himself next to the red haired woman. "I'd say the structural integrity of that place was a bit compromised than I had hoped." He rolled his eyes and smiled. "That was a nice bit of scouting I'd say. At least we are alive."

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"Ghh..." Taroyn lowered his head slightly and took a deep breath. "My brother is dead. I am alive. This pendant contains a version of my memories of him that allow me to become someone I am not." The dark-elf seemed slightly annoyed by Eve's questions. "I do not feel like talking about this right now. I suggest you ask about it a later time." With that he placed the chain of the pendant around his neck again and suddenly his skin was changed to the color of ivory. Tarquin smiled a bit sheepishly. "Huh, it seems I'm still alive. Quite magnificent. Guess I owe you a thank you, maybe a nice dinner, wine, all that." The tall elf smiled and closed his left eye. "For someone so talented you don't seem very good with magical items - no offense meant, just saying. This thing is a bit on the more difficult side to comprehend." He pointed at the pendant before pulling the white shirt over his head and wearing the blue vest again. "Now I'd ask you do not speak of this to anyone else, ok? Because if you do..." He left the end of the sentence hanging in the air for long enough for him to pull the surcoat over his head and adjust it. "...I'd be very disappointed." Tarquin opened his left eye and winked playfully with his right eye.

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Taroyn sighed and shook his head. "Us dark-elves are a hated race. Our gods demand sacrifice on a nearly daily basis and do not much care who ends up as a a sacrifice. Backstabbing and distrust is in our blood. There have been a handful of dark-elves in the entire history of our race who have not been... well, murderers or even worse. We are distrusted where ever we go and admittedly I do not blame other races for distrusting us." He paused for a moment and picked up his shirt. "Our society is a matriarchy and a rather brutal one at that. Males are more or less disposable - even the few who have any arcane or divine magics. I am not going to lie to you - after all you did heal me. Back home I used to be a warrior, executioner and even a murderer... Assassin, you might call it, but if it makes you feel any better I do not kill without a reason. This 'Tarquin' on the other hand is the hero. He's the thing no dark-elf should be. He can be kind and polite. He doesn't have to cover every patch of his ebony skin to remain hidden from whispers and threats. He doesn't have to hide who he is just to avoid death." Taroyn sounded quite bitter. "My brother was not that lucky..."

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The dark-elf did not grimace, or even really wince at the sting of the ointment. He did however let out a very little gasp. "I do not find you intriguing - at least not in the same manner." He tilted his head slightly and wondered if trying to explain how the pendant worked to be worth anything. Taroyn lifted the pendant slightly and smiled faintly. "This pendant holds great magic in it, but only to me. For anyone else it would be just a decoration. When I wear it I take on a completely different persona - it's part of the magic you see. The persona is not really me, nor is it my brother either. Not even close. It is however as I said how I choose to remember my brother." The dark-elf rolled his eyes and shook his head. "You could say that 'Tarquin' is a completely different person. Now, if you wonder why I'd change my skin and all that? Well let me ask you this. Have you ever seen a 'good' or 'heroic' dark-elf?"

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The dark-elf sheathed his rapier and slightly clutched his side, assessing the damage. Lucky for him the wounds wouldn't be quite fatal, but they'd need to be taken care of or they might well end up as fatal. "There is no Tarquin. He is just a figment of imagination. Both mine and yours. He is how I choose to remember my brother in all but skin and name. This... however..." He lifted the pendant "Makes me mix things up, forgetting which is which, making both the same while still being neither." The tall dark-elf shook his head slightly. "But enough of that... I think you'll prefer the company of 'Tarquin' over Taroyn anyways."