The Kingdom of Belrow
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Roleplay posts: 86 
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Registered: Apr 10, 2016 2:54:12 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Belrow on Apr 10, 2016 7:47:43 GMT -8
Situated at the foot of the great black stone tower named the Oblisk, the main markets is nothing like any other. Dozens of stalls are set up inside the main square, all surrounding a large statue of the Overlord Ralakor before becoming undead holding in his hand a large book with his other hand out stretched.
The living of the markets move among the stalls and taverns browsing various wares. About a quarter of them where stalls maned with the undead, usually selling low level enchanted personal items. Such as necklaces and rings. These were in stark contrast to the living stalls, where men with deep voices would yell at passing customers to buy their various goods, containing mostly food stuff and furniture.
The dead and the living mingled among each other, all browsing for the one good find, or the best deal in the city.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Apr 10, 2016 20:20:54 GMT -8
"So it's not just a city of undead. There are living people here too, and they're getting along!"
All the caravan travelers began to fan out and start talking to people, speaking with honesty. The more daring travelers would start to show off their wares, mostly exotic fruits and vegetables, and medicines.
Meanwhile A'Shen and two of his bodyguards went to look for someone with authority.
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The Kingdom of Belrow
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Roleplay posts: 86
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Registered: Apr 10, 2016 2:54:12 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Belrow on Apr 10, 2016 20:34:01 GMT -8
Several of the living began to gravitate towards the new sellers, much to the annoyance to the vendors. Looking at the new foods with wonder, with several of the fruits being bought almost instantly.
While the controlled madness in the markets was beginning out from a small doorway, built into one of the many walls, appeared several hunched figures carrying heavy tomes and scrolls. A careful eye could make out that they were made almost completely of bone beneath the small amount of cloth covering their bodies. While in their wake appeared a regal figure, wearing a fine white gown, with fine glowing gold jewelry. The strange group was making their way slowly towards the massive black tower in the far end of the city.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Apr 10, 2016 20:45:08 GMT -8
"Ah, excuse me, sirs, excuse me." A'Shen carefully approached the strange group. Again, his guards had to suppress a startled look when they realized the creatures were practically walking skeletons. "Forgive me, I am an ambassador for a far-off land. Are you a person of authority?"
A'Shen was willing to follow the beings to the black tower in the distance if that is what they wished.
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The Kingdom of Belrow
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Roleplay posts: 86
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Registered: Apr 10, 2016 2:54:12 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Belrow on Apr 10, 2016 23:41:15 GMT -8
Stopping his his tracks the white hooded figure,the hunched figures surrounding him came to as sudden a halt as their leader uncomplaining under the massive amounts of books and scrolls that each one carries. Extending to his full height of two meters he turned to face A'Shen and his party, his empty eyes pointed directly at them.
"Ambassadors?" remarked the terrifying figure, his voice slow, hoarse and deep. "We have been ... expecting you." His mouth struggling to form the words.
He looked down into his into the scrolls he was carrying, and looked back at one of the hunched figures. Without saying a word, the skeleton moved towards him, and the tall figure placed the parchment on top of the already large pile the skeleton was holding.
"You are...late. You must... make go to the obelisk ...as soon as you can" Explained the corpse. "I will take ... you there... the fastest way."
The white figure turned from them, his book laden followers moving of slowly towards the Obelisk by the selves in a different direction.
After awhile the strange figure stopped in front of a building that had the shape of a stables, except instead of horses in there was only piles of bones. Waving his hand in front of him, green light flashing from his mummified fingertips into the bundle of bones a shape began to rise. The shape of three skeletal horses rose from the mass of bones. While out of a nearby shed, six hunched creatures emerged, dragging the backs of chariots towards the undead animals. Clipping the chariots the the backs of the steads, the tall figure mounted one of the three chariots.
"Come...Ambassador...this is the fastest...way to the obelisk. He intoned, brandishing a helping hand towards A'Shen.
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Post by Land Tillers' State on Apr 11, 2016 7:07:04 GMT -8
"I didn't know you were expecting us." A'Shen goes ahead and takes his hand. The ambassador and his guards board the chariot and allow themselves to be taken to the obelisk, leaving his people behind to continue to get to know the locals.
A'Shen would do his best to engage in polite conversation, ranging from "So, what's your name?" to "Your desert nice, very... warm."
<Exit, you can post next in the obelisk if you want, or make one last post here.>
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The Kingdom of Belrow
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Roleplay posts: 86
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Registered: Apr 10, 2016 2:54:12 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Belrow on Apr 12, 2016 0:02:27 GMT -8
<I'll post once more>
Pulling him up into the chariot with ease the undead sorcerer said in with a hint of seriousness "Our desert ... maybe lifeless...but it is....far from...empty."
Once the Ambassador and his guards were firmly in the chariots he once again raised him arm. Once more green lighting danced from his fingers, this time connecting with the skulls of the three undead horses. At that all three darted forward in unison and began to bolt down the smooth black roads towards the Obelisk at a frighting pace.
Turning towards A'Shen, the speed of the chariots not worrying him, he intoned above the sound of hooves on stone. "I am...Malagus...Chief Librarian of Kalkador."
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Xel'rath
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Roleplay posts: 83
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: If Xel'rath has a true form, it is unknown as to what it really looks like. It can take on the appearance of anything or anyone with complete perfection.
Clothes and Equipment: None, Xel'rath can conjure anything it needs along with it's many forms.
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Registered: Nov 3, 2015 18:47:56 GMT -8
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Post by Xel'rath on Apr 21, 2016 9:22:25 GMT -8
It was in the middle of the night when the olive skin form of a man appeared within the market. His dark hair blended in quite well with the darkness that surrounded the market at these hours. It seemed most of the stalls had closed up for the night, giving the market a sort of dead feeling, relative to its usual hustle and bustle during the day.
The man, who seemed quite worried and nervous previously outside of the city walls seemed to have a difference countenance altogether now as he moved about the abandoned market without any outward signs of emotion. He would continue walking through the market alone, until he either came upon another being here or he perhaps reached an area of more interest.
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The Kingdom of Belrow
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Roleplay posts: 86
Player's online availability : Most days
Registered: Apr 10, 2016 2:54:12 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Belrow on Apr 21, 2016 22:40:02 GMT -8
It was in the middle of the night when the olive skin form of a man appeared within the market. His dark hair blended in quite well with the darkness that surrounded the market at these hours. It seemed most of the stalls had closed up for the night, giving the market a sort of dead feeling, relative to its usual hustle and bustle during the day. The man, who seemed quite worried and nervous previously outside of the city walls seemed to have a difference countenance altogether now as he moved about the abandoned market without any outward signs of emotion. He would continue walking through the market alone, until he either came upon another being here or he perhaps reached an area of more interest. Although the markets where empty of the living. Every once and awhile a slowly moving undead clerk or solider would walk by, coming out of sets of door ways where the buildings they inhabited could not reasonably contain so many bodies. They paid the being no mind as they walked by, walking slowly with purpose, carrying in the arms scrolls or gear. There were no night time strollers, who walked the cities streets at night for fresh air. Nor where they're any shadowy alley ways where thieves and undesirables hid. All that walked at night had a singular purpose. What that was, the living did no know, and their questions where always meet with silence. |
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