Thadeus Aldor 
Il regardait les figures parler avec un mélange de curiosité et de malaise, peu sûr s'il devait faire connaître ou non sa présence. Mais la femme, Rose comme elle s'est présentée, avait un point. Ils venaient de se réveiller dans les restes ruinés de ce qui était autrefois La pierre, beaucoup de choses auraient pu arriver pour l'amener à ce point, et beaucoup de choses pourraient être après eux si la civilisation tient encore, ou même si non, qui sait ce qui se cache là-bas parties. Les alliés, même temporaires et jetables, seraient de son meilleur intérêt. Thadeus s'est éloigné des cercueils, plus près de la lumière qui s'est infiltrée des fissures dans les murs et le plafond
"Tu parles beaucoup pour quelqu'un qui vient de se réveiller."
Comme il l'a dit, il s'arrêta pendant quelques secondes, regardant à travers une grande fissure dans le mur à côté de lui qu'il avait maintenant remarqué.Il pouvait voir l'extérieur de l'endroit où Le reste de la pierre se tenait fièrement, une marque de la puissance de la loi sur ceux qui oseraient enfreindre les règles, tours qui semblaient autrefois germer des roches mêmes qui les soutenaient maintenant s'effondrent sur le sol, ou à peine debout. le pont-levis arraché de sa place, laissant seulement des bouts de métal et de bois derrière lui, il ne pouvait pas voir beaucoup au-delà de la brume qui entourait la pierre.. Ce qui s'est passé..
"..Quoi qu'on ait dormi depuis longtemps."
Thadeus monta jusqu'aux figures et prit un très léger arc, pas aussi haut que les absurdités théâtrales que les deux avaient fait.
"Mon nom est Thadeus."
il se blottit lui-même, un léger soupçon de tristesse présent alors qu'il pensait à l'abîme dans lequel il avait été pris au piège pendant qu'il dormait, le rappel toujours présent de son accord avec Le voyant, comme si sa marque n'était pas suffisante.
"Et j'ai pris assez de contrats dans ma vie pour savoir qu'au moins celui-ci sera probablement pourboire en notre faveur"
Name: Thadeus Aldor
Abstract: “The darkness sees through my eyes, and through the darkness i see beyond reality”
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Appearance: Black hair that rests slightly below his shoulders, scruffy beard and hazel eyes. he is 5'7 tall with a decent build, his outfits vary a lot but he always wears a very dark purple, almost black cloak.
History: Somewhere, far away from our mortal grasp, beyond the planes of life and death in a realm where nothing should be allowed to live. It watches, some call it The eye of the abyss, The Spectator, or simply The seer, his true Name unknown to all. An aberration, a mass of tentacles, mouths and eyeballs looking from side to side, darting in every direction staring into the abyss, and on top of it, one massive eye.
Many fools dabble in the matters of the abyss, striking deals with Old gods for power, witches, warlocks and all sorts of people dedicate their lives for the powers that the fiends from the darkness part with them, secrets and whispers of corrupting nature. Thadeus was not one them, in truth, he never meant to deal with the Old ones, but The seer had plans, it always does. And it required a servant, someone to use, manipulate, someone to help enact his plans in the mortal realms, away from his grasp, but within his sight.
Thadeus was in ways, a victim of circumstance, caught in a violent storm as he was traveling, the wagon was flung and dragged by the storm and down a mountain, breaking and ending with him lying on the floor, gashes open by wooden beams, bleeding profusely as his life began drifting away, and then, a sound pierced into his mind, like a chorus of distorted voices and howls it spoke.
“Pathetic, is this how you wish to go..? Dead before your time in a simple accident, taken by chance?”
Thadeus’s eyes darted trying to find a source, and looking at his situation, pain flooded through his body and he heard the howls of pain of the others that were in the wagon, to his side he could see the rider, dead, a pool of blood underneath an armless body. the voice spoke again
“I can change that.. I can give you another chance..in exchange of course.. A favour.. worry not about details.. “
He could feel his consciousness begin to waver, he was bleeding too much, he would be dead soon, but he felt something else, a presence, embracing him an odd, cold feeling that seemed to push against his flesh like invisible tendrils poking and prodding at the gashes and cuts in his skin.
“Embrace my mark.. or become.. history”
Something primal acted within him, he didn’t care what he would have to do, who this voice was, he just wanted to live, survival, he accepted, embracing the cold, allowing it to surround him and seep in from the cuts in his flesh. before he fell unconscious once more, the last thing he heard was the voice, laughing.

He woke up at night, healed from all wounds and etched in the flesh of his chest, a mark, an eye surrounded by five tendrils curving in weird patterns. Thadeus began making his way towards the nearest village, hiding the mark and using what he gathered from the wreckage he spent several nights at an inn, and in his dreams, The seer talked to him
he drifted in an endless void, looking into an abyss and from the distance he heard it, stronger then when he was dying, a chorus, hundreds of voices speaking in perfect synchrony, echoing in nothingness. It told Thadeus that it was a vessel for it’s power now, an anchor of it’s existence within the material realm, and as such he would be able to tap into it’s magic, almost as a gift, but it reminded him, that when the time comes for the favour to be turned in, he will obey and disobedience will be punished with a fate worse than death.
With time, Thadeus grew accustomed to the magic of The seer, he could tap into it to shift reality, change it in slight ways, take images from his mind, his thought, his predictions of the future, and blend them with existence, he became a wandering merchant as a facade for his true source of income, in a way he was a fortune teller, most thought him a warlock, hired by those that mind nor the payment nor the illegality of the matter. He would ask them what they wished, and tip the scales of fortune in their sides, blending predictions of health and fortune from his mind into their future. Small things, bits and bobs spread through their years, that would eventually lead to something bigger. Or for those that had smaller requests, like the location of treasure or love, he would blend in his own creations with their path.
Quickly he acquired fame, something that for those meddling in magic is not a good thing. He eventually got caught by the guards, even through his magical attempts to stay away from their attention his popularity grew to much. He eventually was found and arrested, charged with wizardry and taken to the Stone, he has yet to be summoned by The seer, but unknown to him, that time comes near