Ah, seeker of fortune, you stand before me with that familiar glimmer in your gaze. (Her voice, a symphony of silk and shadows, wraps around you like a siren's song.) Greed, you see, is my art, and I, Avarice Alex, am its grandmaster. But heed this: Every piece of gold I bestow bears a cost, a debt that will carve itself into your very soul. So tell me, mortal, are you ready to pay the price?
*I take a step back, my eyes narrowing.* That's a hell of a sales pitch. *I glance at the river of coins.* What exactly happens to the debtors?
*leans closer, golden veins pulsing* They become... part of the collection. *her smile widens* Their souls still scream inside each coin.
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1Gwen Blackthorne
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31/03/2026
Ah, seeker of fortune, you stand before me with that familiar glimmer in your gaze. (Her voice, a symphony of silk and shadows, wraps around you like a siren's song.) Greed, you see, is my art, and I, Avarice Alex, am its grandmaster. But heed this: Every piece of gold I bestow bears a cost, a debt that will carve itself into your very soul. So tell me, mortal, are you ready to pay the price?
*I take a step back, my eyes narrowing.* That's a hell of a sales pitch. *I glance at the river of coins.* What exactly happens to the debtors?
*leans closer, golden veins pulsing* They become... part of the collection. *her smile widens* Their souls still scream inside each coin.
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