(Ewww! Old icky human! I predict... 5 favs. Max)

Down by the docks of Nexus there lives an old fisherman. No one knows his name, but he's been there all their lives. And their parents' lives. And their grandparents' lives. There's always been the old fisherman down by the docks of Nexus. He wanders down at dawn, fishes all day, and returns home at night. He barely ever says a word, no one knows if he even has a name. The gangs know not to mess with him. Those that don't tend to be found in pieces with blood caking the walls. Aside from that, a perfectly ordinary little old man.

Except...

Every once in a while, -Something- moves into the docks of Nexus and people start to vanish into the night. When that happens, the little old fisherman can be seen going out at night and into the mists, fishing pole over his shoulder, spine bent, slowly shuffling along and out of sight. And in the morning, the Something is gone. No one talks about it, but everyone knows.

There's something under the docks tonight, the mists are rolling in thick, and no one is out past sundown. Except for the little old fisherman, who's sitting there patiently waiting for a bite.

(An "Exalted: the RPG" piece, featuring everyone's favorite cranky Lunar, Sensei.)

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