Daytime in Kellen.

For such a small place, it seemed more people than could be housed within the village's walls were bustling about the streets. In the larger cities one would expect a crowd, but in Kellen, that just wasn't the norm.

Relatives from the surrounding countryside had flocked in to Kellen to observe some festival that Melmoth had absolutly no interest in. The large amount of people, though, had drawn him like a fly to a rubbish heap.

In the mass of humanity there were ample opportunities to cause misery. From stealing someone's cake, to sending an innocent man to jail, the mundane to life changing.

Standing in the shadows of a roof, Melmoth surveyed the town square. The stones had been cleaned by a passing shower, but you could still the lines between them etched by soot. Kellen, peacefull as it seemed, had not had an easy history. Dark spots blotted it's past. If luck favored his cursed existance, today the darkest blot of all would be made in Kellen's history.

But before history could be written, the correct mark had to be found, or made if unavailable. Given time, one could be found, and he had plenty of time left.

Melmoth adjusted his wide floppy hat on his head and strode forth into the crowd, ready for another day of hell.



[OOC]Post one for Melmoth. Please forgive it's... Quality. Or lack of. I'm trying to get back into my RPing mindset.[/OOC]