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The Man With The Silver Needles: This mysterious fellow -- he gives no name, even if asked, and will respond to any nickname or title not actively demeaning -- can, and does, turn up in the most unexpected and inexplicable of places, from dungeon pits to the highest courts and most hallowed grounds.
His long dark hair is pulled back into a single neat tail and his wide-hemmed clothing is clean, functional, and variegated shades of brown and earth-colours. What stands out is the ever-shifting panoply of tattoos across his skin, visible when he pushes back a wide sleeve or catches his hems on a snag or tilts his head just so to expose neck or nape or collarbone -- intricate lines and dots, spirals and coils, running chains and sharp repeating angles, all in shockingly and almost luminous white ink.
The man with the silver needles will show these often, given the chance, touching first this trail and then that node and then another to suddenly heal himself or another -- or vex, or paralyze -- or to phase through a wall, or conjure some small object just perfect for the moment (even, once, a royal proclamation), and any number of other strangenesses.
Seemingly ageless, he defies time and violence, disappearing into empty air or the earth below if attacked. Some claim he must be a demon, rogue angel or wych godling.
If delighted with banter, honest help, a clever action or even simply on a whim, he draws a set of slim silvery needles from within his billowing clothing and offers to bestow a tattoo upon the one to pleased him. It will only offer up a strange miracle once, though the mark remains; and its said that the man can, and does, find anyone so marked, for equally strange and unpredictable reason and amusements.
His long dark hair is pulled back into a single neat tail and his wide-hemmed clothing is clean, functional, and variegated shades of brown and earth-colours. What stands out is the ever-shifting panoply of tattoos across his skin, visible when he pushes back a wide sleeve or catches his hems on a snag or tilts his head just so to expose neck or nape or collarbone -- intricate lines and dots, spirals and coils, running chains and sharp repeating angles, all in shockingly and almost luminous white ink.
The man with the silver needles will show these often, given the chance, touching first this trail and then that node and then another to suddenly heal himself or another -- or vex, or paralyze -- or to phase through a wall, or conjure some small object just perfect for the moment (even, once, a royal proclamation), and any number of other strangenesses.
Seemingly ageless, he defies time and violence, disappearing into empty air or the earth below if attacked. Some claim he must be a demon, rogue angel or wych godling.
If delighted with banter, honest help, a clever action or even simply on a whim, he draws a set of slim silvery needles from within his billowing clothing and offers to bestow a tattoo upon the one to pleased him. It will only offer up a strange miracle once, though the mark remains; and its said that the man can, and does, find anyone so marked, for equally strange and unpredictable reason and amusements.
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