<strong>Name:</strong>Morgul the Necromancer<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Straight<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Prancing Pony<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Elrich, Zach, Vicky<br/><br/>The light streaming in around the inn door was suddenly blotted out. There was just time for a strange chill to flow through the air, and a tremor to run up everyone's feet, before the door opened to reveal a large and imposing figure. As Morgul bent to fit under the low, to him anyway, doorway he looked around the room.<br/><br/>Offering the nod of one professional to another to the group of, obvious, adventurers in the middle of the room he crossed to the barkeeper. He held up a single coin in his hand.<br/><br/>"A mug of ale to wash the dust of the road from my throat..." He gave a flick of his wrist and suddenly the hand held two coins. "and news of deeds to be done. The spirits are restless and so am I."