User:Downtown Freezy/Sandbox

The general wore his sigil proudly as he walked through the city, a red 'eye' as the armies of Thales would all wear. His sandal-bearing feet clattered against the stones lining the busy streets, drawing attention as he walked with his company of soldiers. The general was nameless, of course, nameless as any soldier. His skin peeled in the hot sun of Thales.

A young fisherman's spawn sat in the sand beyond the road beneath a cloth propped up by a long fishing hook fashioned into a spear. He had just returned from one of his usual ventures, his golden skin covered in dark bruises from the act. A bead of sweat dripped down his skull, whether it was from the heat or from excited exhaustion could not be deduced by the eyes of the general. The fisherman's spawn grinned upon seeing the handsome general, whether he would be a source of money through the spawn's services or thievery did not matter.

"Hail, beloved, I am Vec of Thales. I find my life in the gutter, though perhaps for coin I could find my life with you." The fisherman's spawn spoke with flowery yet harsh words, making a blunt proposal. "Of course," he spoke before the general could respond, "For you, no payment is necessary. You live life behind a mask, won't you let me wear it in exchange for a night?"

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