Asgeir
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Registered: Aug 13, 2015 14:51:16 GMT -8
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Post by Asgeir on Sept 5, 2015 12:20:18 GMT -8
Gates to Asgeir
The gates to Stormhold are generally always open for traders, travelers, and farmers, and so you do not need my permission to pass through (though a post here is still mandatory) unless you intend to perform an attack.
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Grandma
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Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
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An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Sept 18, 2015 14:47:58 GMT -8
A black carriage rolls up, stopping at the gate. The driver on top visibly slumps down as it comes to a stop, looking like he wants to fall asleep immediately.
Sticking her head out the window of the carriage Grandma smiles to the guards, "I am interested in meeting the Runemasters, might you direct an old woman such as me to them? As you can see, we have been on quite a long journey and I hope to sleep in an Inn soon.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2015 16:10:03 GMT -8
A soft thumping could be heard from behind the carriage, steadily getting louder. A large white pillar seemed to be moving towards the gates, growing steadily in size as it got closer. It was a large woman in a white robe, seemingly holding a normal-sized human in one hand. The man seemed to be sleeping in her arm like she was a mattress, peacefully asleep and making a slight snore as he breathed. The woman took down her hood and looked up to the gate.
"Aramanth Aegis. Bolton Ampere." She said bluntly. "We're here to see the Runemasters."
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Asgeir
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Post by Asgeir on Sept 18, 2015 17:14:17 GMT -8
The gate was connected to the large stone wall that surrounded Asgeir. Garrisoned within was a contingent of a dozen guards, and their two Stormguard commanders.
When the carriage rolled up and Grandma and Aramanth introduced each other, the guards responded in time. "Open the gates, they're working for the Runelords." The iron gates rolled up to let them in. "Go down the street until you reach the center of the city, then turn right and walk until you get to the Thunderkeep's gates. You can't miss it. If you seek respite, you'll find it in the Hollerin' Hall. Be careful in the city," he finished. This man wore noticeably better-quality armor, shining in the sunlight, with purple a royal purple cape. On his left hand was a magically-charged gauntlet.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 7:08:23 GMT -8
Aramanth nodded silently and headed into the city, Bolton still in her arm.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 13:12:26 GMT -8
Hasdrubal rides up, dismounts, and greets the guards.
"I have been told that a Master Kuril would have use for someone with my skills. I am Hadrian, a servant of lord Ramiel.
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Asgeir
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Roleplay posts: 85
Allegiances: Asgeir
Registered: Aug 13, 2015 14:51:16 GMT -8
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Post by Asgeir on Sept 19, 2015 13:14:08 GMT -8
"Come on in," replied the gate guard, "your comrades await you at the Black Tower."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2015 12:38:54 GMT -8
Unrequited love was the worst.
Reiea Pyr trudged down the streets of Stormhold, on her way to the gate and out into the dangerous world. It was another bleak day, and her mood wasn't about to improve because of the weather. You give them your affection, trade your life to them, and what do you get? This pig. So selfish. He never cared anything about her feelings for him.
But wait, a little voice in her head spoke. Wasn't it because he was always so focused, so stressed out about helping other people? Strangers?
Damn the other people! Reiea's greater conscious snapped. They aren't me.
The greater conscience persisted, Isn't that selfish?
After I gave my all to him? Of course not.
If you're so mad, the conscience reasoned, why are you looking for him?
So I can punch him in the gut, Reiea decided. Inwardly, she knew it was childish. There would be no assault when she laid eyes on that unkempt face, those battle-weary yet eternally kind eyes again. She would run up to him, draw her sword, and throw it at his feet. She'd hug him and kiss him, beg him to take her everywhere to fight like a real warrior.
There were rumors of an elderly gentleman in the Free City of Isra, who for a price would grant one the knowledge needed to find whomever on the Overworld one pleased. He would surely answer to a Varan with a sword.
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