Captain Fulk
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Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 36
Registered: Mar 9, 2015 22:29:13 GMT -8
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Post by Captain Fulk on Mar 10, 2015 1:20:58 GMT -8
After the reunion and the shouts stopped Captain Fulk spoke up, "My Lady my Knights and I have done our duty." With that the two rows of Knights turned and walked out and with them Captin Fulk turned as well and started to follow his fellow Knights out.
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Mar 10, 2015 1:32:20 GMT -8
“Wait, Captain... Please... I would reward you. I would also reward these men and women.” Hopefully they stopped and waited. If they did, she would bring forth a bag of her own gold, earned over years of hard toil. It was half of what she had to her name, 250 gold, which was a lot. And then she would raise her voice and say to all, “The kingdom of Verri is naught but land now without the people, and I would not see you all displaced so. You are free to choose your path from here on out, people of Verri. If you choose to stay, you will be part of Medan... For I am to marry Prince Evrand in less than half a week. There are other kingdoms in need of service, to rebuild in the aftermath of the downfall of the lands. Go forth and be free to choose your own destiny. That is my wish.”
That being said, she moved to approach the captain, “And what of Feruzia? Are the dark ones vanquished? You must tell me... Please, I implore you.”
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Captain Fulk
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Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 36
Registered: Mar 9, 2015 22:29:13 GMT -8
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Post by Captain Fulk on Mar 11, 2015 15:52:47 GMT -8
Hearing the Princesses plea Captain Fulk stopped. When the Princess handed him the bag of gold and he said, "Thank you My Lady. This will not be forgotten when the Kingdom of the Knights errant is fully formed." He then heard her announcement and then saw she approached him again. "Feruzia was injured and is now recovering in the forest with Godfrey and other Knights. The leader who was a Prince of old has his head on a stake outside carried here by your people, other were killed, and other were captured and now wait in chains outside the doors of this very hall waiting for your verdict." He then handed the bag of gold to one of the other Knights and waited to see if there was anything else the Princess wished to discuss.
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Mar 11, 2015 17:01:41 GMT -8
She paled. “Who did it to her...? Prince of old? Show me, please.” She took note that a handful of the young men from Verri were filing out with the knights. And she would be happy for them when the time came, but right now, she was focused on the news about her friend and this prince. She needed to see the face on that severed head, as gruesome as the task ahead would be. There was only one prince that she knew of that would warrant his head being on a pike in these parts... Harvold. Could it be that he too had faked his death?
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Captain Fulk
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Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 36
Registered: Mar 9, 2015 22:29:13 GMT -8
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Post by Captain Fulk on Mar 11, 2015 18:03:33 GMT -8
"It was this Prince of old who was the one to injure her and it was Godfrey who separated his head from his body. If you wish to see the head and captives are this way My Lady." He then turned and began to walk out the doors with his Knights and what appeared to be new recruits.
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Destrin Ray
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 26
Physical Description: Thick dirty-blonde locks, blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Side-sword.
Player's online availability : Mostly evenings/nights.
Registered: Dec 27, 2014 1:36:40 GMT -8
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Post by Destrin Ray on Mar 11, 2015 20:20:26 GMT -8
They hadn't spoken much yet, Camilla and the prince, after last night's festivities. The night was something he'd call magical; dancing with her to the music after great food and wine really facilitated a further connection, a realization of his growing dream that he could have all of these cliche memories with her... *************** The week proceeded steadily. Still neither were given much opportunity for close connection, as individual preparations for the wedding were overbearing. Eventually, however, Prince Evrand had joined the royal hunt with his father that morning, and after returning to the castle by mid-afternoon in the casual getup he had worn during their travel, he found Camilla in the keep. As he suddenly entered from behind her, he saw the last of a group of unknown knights close the door across the chamber. So quickly after her last meeting and from a direction she'd not expect, Evrand was sure to be an unexpected visit. "Why hello there, m'lady... did I almost intrude?"
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Mar 11, 2015 20:52:09 GMT -8
Camilla turned at the sound of her fiance's voice, and she didn't look very happy at the moment. Her face was pale, especially with the news she had just received about the leader of the rebels. “Not at all, highness,” she said, and even though they were about to be wed, she still dipped into a curtsey. “Lady Feruzia was wounded seriously in battle, but she lives.... And the adventurers succeeded in liberating the rest of the Verrians... I was about to go see the proof they've brought with them...” What she did not say is that she might need the support of his steadying hand for once because she knew who's head it would be. She gestured toward the door... And started toward it. This would be the first time he would ever see her with real fear in her posture. Any time before had been simple trepidation, but this had her trembling some. She was not dismissing him by any means, in fact, she paused so he might join her. Whether he did so or not, she walked out to where Prince Harvold's head was on a spike. She who had all kinds of resolve took one look at the offending decapitated head and found her knees buckling at the mere sight of that cruel face.
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Captain Fulk
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Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 36
Registered: Mar 9, 2015 22:29:13 GMT -8
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Post by Captain Fulk on Mar 11, 2015 21:10:02 GMT -8
Captain Fulk waited by the hall doors for the Princess.
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Destrin Ray
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 26
Physical Description: Thick dirty-blonde locks, blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Side-sword.
Player's online availability : Mostly evenings/nights.
Registered: Dec 27, 2014 1:36:40 GMT -8
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Post by Destrin Ray on Mar 11, 2015 21:23:33 GMT -8
Evrand, naturally, followed his fiance outside. There, Captain Fulk and Camilla would be before this sight just outside the castle gates. At first, he wasn't quite sure what had happened. The grisly sight of the head on the stake made an instant connection with the knights who had just departed the castle and the knight captain before him, but only after a minute or two passed since this emotional silence did it come together; this was the man who was responsible for so much trauma...
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Mar 11, 2015 21:31:58 GMT -8
She dropped to her knees in the dirt, her hand going over her mouth as a sob, the one and only thing she had never done in front of another soul since she was a child, escaped her mouth unwanted. She was in a state of shock despite knowing who it could possibly have been. She sat there for a moment or two, and then got up in a sudden anger and started to pick up stones and cast them toward the macabre sight before them. “I HATE YOU!” She was screaming. “You killed my father! My people! My kingdom! I... hate... you...” She threw about ten or so before turning on heel and walking away from the scene, back into the hall.
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Destrin Ray
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 26
Physical Description: Thick dirty-blonde locks, blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Side-sword.
Player's online availability : Mostly evenings/nights.
Registered: Dec 27, 2014 1:36:40 GMT -8
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Post by Destrin Ray on Mar 11, 2015 22:26:34 GMT -8
"Camilla..!"
He called out to her halfheartedly in vain, an instinct to protect her but a sense to let her go. He figured she may need some time alone, and he did not immediately pursue after her. He turned to the knight captain and presumably his men. With an authoritative decision, he had decided to get to the bottom of his suspicions.
"I am Evrand of House Eremae, Prince of Medan. Is this Prince Harvold, and are you the men who did this justice?"
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Captain Fulk
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Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 36
Registered: Mar 9, 2015 22:29:13 GMT -8
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Post by Captain Fulk on Mar 12, 2015 10:12:44 GMT -8
"Yes this is Prince Harvold. We are the Knights Errant and it was our leader who took this mans head from his body. But many other brave Knights are the ones who freed the captives." Captain Fulk said with a slight bow. Enough to show respect but also to show he did not see him as his leader.
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Asim Duhaan
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Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 37
Physical Description: A 6'3 rugged looking man with a few noticeable battle-scars. Most of them are usually hidden behind clothing, thus making the three slashes across the cheek the most easy to spot. He has a clearly muscular physique, his eyes are blue in color, and he lacks any hair. The man usually has a rather serious expression, giving him an intimidating air.
Clothes and Equipment: A pair of scabbards; an estoc; a short sword; a bronze-crafted mask, with a rather interesting and sect-appropriate look; chain mail; Inquisitor robes; A much more bland-looking mask, with the only details really being a bump for the nose and two eye holes, it has a yellow hue.
Registered: Feb 21, 2015 17:27:13 GMT -8
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Post by Asim Duhaan on Mar 12, 2015 15:21:00 GMT -8
Asim nodded as the guard would finally make way for his passage, most of his men now on leave, wandering the area, some defending the rations, while only he and the mage-in-training, Jeremiah, made way through the doors. They were both without their masks, instead having them kept firmly on their belts. Asim kept a strong look, taking firm steps into the hall in which he was suppose to meet with the king of this town. While Jeremiah alternated between slow, meek steps, and then a quick succession of them as to catch up with Master Asim. He looked nervous, to which Asim was likely used to, seeing as he completely ignores this attitude.
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King Hylon Eremae
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King of Medan.
Roleplay posts: 53
Registered: Dec 18, 2014 16:47:33 GMT -8
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Post by King Hylon Eremae on Mar 12, 2015 16:19:08 GMT -8
When the guards allowed him inside, he'd proceed through two heavy oaken doors and into the keep. What once was a simple main hall had now become a throne room, host to a carpet leading to a magnificent throne that lay empty, as its king paced to and fro on the large raised dais. He stopped when the doors behind Asim shut, echoing across the newly fashioned chamber of stone. "Ah... Welcome. Master Asim Duhaan of the deserts, I presume?"
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Asim Duhaan
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 37
Physical Description: A 6'3 rugged looking man with a few noticeable battle-scars. Most of them are usually hidden behind clothing, thus making the three slashes across the cheek the most easy to spot. He has a clearly muscular physique, his eyes are blue in color, and he lacks any hair. The man usually has a rather serious expression, giving him an intimidating air.
Clothes and Equipment: A pair of scabbards; an estoc; a short sword; a bronze-crafted mask, with a rather interesting and sect-appropriate look; chain mail; Inquisitor robes; A much more bland-looking mask, with the only details really being a bump for the nose and two eye holes, it has a yellow hue.
Registered: Feb 21, 2015 17:27:13 GMT -8
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Post by Asim Duhaan on Mar 12, 2015 17:38:32 GMT -8
Asim would perform a quick bow towards the king, rising before staring at Jeremiah who stood by his side. Asim grabbed at his shoulder pushing him forward, before he realized and did the same. He nods at Hylon, one arm bent before his chest, the other resting on the hilt of his sword. "I am master Asim Duhaan of the Flowing Azure, and currently the head of this expedition." The bent arm pulls part of his cloak to the side, making it easier to move. He points at Jeremiah with his full hand, the man still nervous as ever, and his robe noticeably of lesser craft, brown in color while Asim's was white. "And this is Jeremiah, acolyte of the Inquisition, mage-in-training, and currently my only student. I believed he would be the best to bring with me, for reasons I believe to be obvious. Pardon for his actions, he's a nervous, but good lad." His eyes glance about the magnificent throat room, before nodding. "Shall we get to business, sire?"
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King Hylon Eremae
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King of Medan.
Roleplay posts: 53
Registered: Dec 18, 2014 16:47:33 GMT -8
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Post by King Hylon Eremae on Mar 12, 2015 23:06:26 GMT -8
The king nodded to the acolyte of the Inquisitor before him, acknowledging his introduction.
"Ah, yes indeed," he said politely, gesturing for them to come forward. He showed them to a table somewhere off to the side. It was cleanly made for a potential luncheon, and for now it made a good place to sit down and have their discussion. He imagined soon, perhaps after his son's wedding, he would meet Sam the merchant here, too. Should the two sit across from him, he'd politely ask as they sat, "tea?"
Regardless of their answer, he'd look to Asim.
"Now then... what is it you wish to propose?"
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Asim Duhaan
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 37
Physical Description: A 6'3 rugged looking man with a few noticeable battle-scars. Most of them are usually hidden behind clothing, thus making the three slashes across the cheek the most easy to spot. He has a clearly muscular physique, his eyes are blue in color, and he lacks any hair. The man usually has a rather serious expression, giving him an intimidating air.
Clothes and Equipment: A pair of scabbards; an estoc; a short sword; a bronze-crafted mask, with a rather interesting and sect-appropriate look; chain mail; Inquisitor robes; A much more bland-looking mask, with the only details really being a bump for the nose and two eye holes, it has a yellow hue.
Registered: Feb 21, 2015 17:27:13 GMT -8
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Post by Asim Duhaan on Mar 13, 2015 5:09:23 GMT -8
Both Asim and Jeremiah followed the king to the table, waiting for him to sit first, and only then sitting down themselves. A nod would be given towards the merchant from Asim. And when tea was offered, yet another nod was given. "Tea would be wonderful." He looked over towards Jeremiah with a raised eyebrow. Jeremiah looked at Asim for a few moments, pondering on what he had done, before suddenly snapping back to look at the king. "Ah! Yes! Thank you for your hospitality, sire! Tea would be wonderful!" Asim looked back towards the men before him. "The Inquisition's proposal would be the insertion of the order in your government, sire. Of course, this is quite vague, so I shall explain. Your county would supply the order with a building that would work as a hall for it, for now, it need not be very large, we have few men and we do not expect great support until we show positive results. We have plenty of food, but some would be expected to be offered when we are out of supplies. In return, we would start by identifying every magic user in the county and supervising them. Laws would be recommended to you, but of course not enforced unless you deem them acceptable. Most commonly, the staring laws we propose is that all magic users be documented and receive proper schooling in their art before legally have usage of it; that there be a bi-yearly analysis of the developments and known usages of their skills; and that all orphans that are magic users be taken under the care of the Inquisition; and any arcane-involved businesses would need to be researched by the order and any supplies they have looked into, as to not allow dangerous items to be sold under you nose, sire. Of course, before we're able to give proper schooling, we need to build the proper facilities and receive a greater number of Inquisitors that could teach such arts. Orphans could be taken in as soon as said facilities were built, as I could serve as a temporary tutor, along with Jeremiah. More laws would be suggested as the order looks into your government's situation." He leans back against the seat, one leg crossing over the other. "But of course, that is not all we offer. While all of my men know how to fight, that is not all they do, our acolytes and even inquisitors are commonly sent to do many tasks, so we could help the expansion of the town. I come with four other inquisitors, I've served with them for many years, all of them splendid fighters which could likely help with the training of your town guard. And besides such, the order is a force of balance, so if there are any enemies of the state, we would help with their capture or execution. As time goes on, the order tends to start helping states to a greater degree, but that is much further down the line, if we gain your trust. Such as constructing and managing arcanic guilds and banking. But, I must explain one thing, although the order aids the governments that take it in, and will respect their decisions, it is not commanded by those governments and nor is it a governmental agency. We will not get involved in wars or political conflicts unless we deem the enemy a danger to order and balance."
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King Hylon Eremae
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King of Medan.
Roleplay posts: 53
Registered: Dec 18, 2014 16:47:33 GMT -8
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Post by King Hylon Eremae on Mar 13, 2015 11:07:48 GMT -8
He nodded as he spoke. The whole idea sounded... well, sound. This was surely a relationship that could be arranged. As Asim spoke, their tea arrived--a black tea with a touch of jasmine, invigorating for the time of the day and the subject at hand. "This can most certainly be arranged... the construction of a guild and the necessary framework for your operation is all that is required? If you come with your own funding, there is little I see in the way of such a deal... we can begin the construction of a guild hall and a castle office very soon." Hylon seemed pleased, coming to this decision quickly. There was much to be had with the inclusion of this guild, and little to be lost. "I am curious however... to what degree are these forces a problem for lands outside our borders? And could you describe to me in closer detail the training or schooling program? Namely, how the curriculum is structured and the economical demands of such an institution.."
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Asim Duhaan
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: 37
Physical Description: A 6'3 rugged looking man with a few noticeable battle-scars. Most of them are usually hidden behind clothing, thus making the three slashes across the cheek the most easy to spot. He has a clearly muscular physique, his eyes are blue in color, and he lacks any hair. The man usually has a rather serious expression, giving him an intimidating air.
Clothes and Equipment: A pair of scabbards; an estoc; a short sword; a bronze-crafted mask, with a rather interesting and sect-appropriate look; chain mail; Inquisitor robes; A much more bland-looking mask, with the only details really being a bump for the nose and two eye holes, it has a yellow hue.
Registered: Feb 21, 2015 17:27:13 GMT -8
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Post by Asim Duhaan on Mar 13, 2015 16:58:07 GMT -8
Asim watched the king, waiting for him to take the first sip, not wanting to seem rude. And as soon as such was done, he would imitate his motions, grabbing at the cup, and taking a drink of the tea. "Admirable beverage." A compliment was always in place when in another's home. "As said, we would only need food and water to be supplied once our own dwindle. Considering we currently have under forty members in this expedition, that will likely be easy for your county to give. The ways through which the Inquisition acquires coin depends on what the government finds acceptable. For now, no coin is needed, in the future, the taxation on the selling of magical items, paid defense of caravans of magical import, and banking are possibilities. But as I've just said, that is a long way down the road and this land is yours, so when it is needed, the Inquisition shall discuss everything of concern." He nods at the king, looking at Jeremiah and giving a rapid tilt of the head. Jeremiah would perk up. "Ah! Ah yes! I'm here for that! Right, uhm. Well, I'm still an acolyte, but close to being an Inquisitor myself! Master Asim has taught me the basics of every discipline in magic... well, at least the basics of the theory of each, some he believed too dangerous to actually practice -- conjuring and necromancy, for example! Uhm... but yes! He taught me the basics of every discipline known by the Inquisition, and I gained mainly a focus on alchemy, dispelling, and enchanting!" Asim gave a light clap to Jeremiah, before speaking himself. "This is the usual training for all magic users within the Inquisition. All disciplines are taught, at least the theory; there is no point in hiding the other arts from them, they will encounter them sooner or later, and so we should prepare them. All magical arts can be used to help society, and so none are taboo. Of course, orphans would all be specialized in the same arts as Jeremiah, and the arts I myself was one specialized in, as they are expected to initiate when they reach adulthood. Schooling for any outsiders would be similar, but the specialization would be of their choice. Of course, disciplines would be limited depending on how dangerous we find them."
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King Hylon Eremae
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King of Medan.
Roleplay posts: 53
Registered: Dec 18, 2014 16:47:33 GMT -8
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Post by King Hylon Eremae on Mar 13, 2015 17:45:49 GMT -8
"Ah, well very admirable of you for your acquisition of these magnificent talents," the king said to Jeremiah with a warm smile. Addressing Asim once again he said "very well, we shall reserve space for an office in our grand castle, and from there the local system can be governed. Tomorrow, the space shall be ready, and plans for the construction of a guild hall and magic academy will begin. I will consult my department of treasury, and we shall allocate the funding for this new integration right away. I am looking forward to a positive, strong relationship with your institution."
The regulation of magic was a good thing, indeed. However, the king was most interested at this time in the commerce, development, and even attraction of new mages to these lands due to the existence of such an arcane community... The growth of his kingdom was looking promising, indeed. "So, do tell me... what are some common methods employed in enforcing these restrictions and laws on the usage of magical energies?"
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