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| - There are a great many mysteries in this world, and a great many more that stalk the surface, mingling with humanity. One of these wandering mysteries is the man of many names, the one who travels the world on foot, with a black trench coat and a crimson red hand. This man traverses the land, walking down highways, byways, sidestreets, alleyways, dirt paths, and paths that are so dead and choked that they can hardly be called paths any more. His trail is marked by a constant companion, a boiling, brewing storm that hangs overhead, lightning flashing and leaping in the clouds.
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| - Nyarlathotep, Ahaz, The Walkin’ Man, Blackcoat, Midnight Wanderer, Crimson Fist, Ageless Stranger, King of Nowhere, Fulfilment, Bloodshed Palm, many others.
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| - There are a great many mysteries in this world, and a great many more that stalk the surface, mingling with humanity. One of these wandering mysteries is the man of many names, the one who travels the world on foot, with a black trench coat and a crimson red hand. This man traverses the land, walking down highways, byways, sidestreets, alleyways, dirt paths, and paths that are so dead and choked that they can hardly be called paths any more. His trail is marked by a constant companion, a boiling, brewing storm that hangs overhead, lightning flashing and leaping in the clouds. Where he came from is not known. What he calls himself is not known. His age is not known. In fact, very little is known about him. But there are a great many legends and myths that feature a figure similar to the Ageless Stranger, a being who approaches a town, grants the greatest of desires and leaves soon after. His origins are one of the biggest mysteries of urban legend, but there are theories, rumours and unsubstantiated beliefs that he is a demon, sent to this plane to make ‘deals with the devil’ with Godfearing citizens, or perhaps a fallen angel. Still others believe he is the avatar of a mysterious and ancient god, trapped on this mortal realm, or that perhaps he is a god in his entirety. Still others think he is merely a man, albeit a man with an incredible grasp of magic and alchemy. Ahaz lends no credence to any one theory in particular. In any case, his modus operandi is always the same. Accompanied by a storm, he wanders into the town and sets up a small bric-a-brac stand somewhere near the centre of activity. The unusual thing about his stall is that it will inevitably be stocked up with the desires of each individual who visits it, or some means of acquiring such desires. Anything seems to be possible for the King of Nowhere. He can offer up lost heirlooms, objects destroyed long ago, maps to ancient treasures, personal effects, ownership papers for any number of properties or vehicles, or even hard cash. All he asks in return for the object of your desire is a favour at some point in the future, and the deal is sealed by shaking his right hand. Many people find that they never hear from him again during the rest of their lives, but those who do often get asked to perform a simple task, something innocent or insignificant. However, these small favours serve to stir up old conflicts, and more often than not result in chaos, death or destruction on a far larger scale than would normally be expected.
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