Manus of the Abyss (Sheet) (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13370)<br/><br/>Manus looks about in confusion on how the state of his followers had become less and less recognizable. They are irredeemable  as anything more then cannon fodder since sullying themselves to such low brow methods of keeping the faith of their Dark Lord alive. Though it was a waste since he had very little idea of the plethora of new information that needed to be know to  be caught up in this once familiar world. He went to the sarcophagus that his now dead followers had stored his body as its resting place; retrieving both his Masterwork Scythe, Angelskin armor'd coat, and Mithral shirt.<br/><br/>The passage of time hadn't caused his body to age no doubt due to his undying loyalty for his god Abraxas, yet his hair had grown absurdly long stopping to the lower part of his back. He hissed angered by how poorly kept he had been and kicked one of the corpses of his following.<strong>"How dare you neglect your Lord?!"</strong>in his fury he raised up his weapon to strike, but stopped as the realization hit. Manus was alone, and without a single minion to do his bidding. With gritted teeth he hurried through out the camp looking for anything of use to him. These imbeciles must of had something useful or some manner of tools to aid him.<br/><br/>What he needed to do was find out what had happened to his lair if that arse of a Hero had reduced it to rubble or left it standing. From their he'd take his plan to the next step; though a snag in this fool-proof plan o his came to light.<em>'What direction would I head?'</em>