Meryn Digrazia
Dedicated
Arch-Argentarius of The Imperial Bank of Ivelius
Roleplay posts: 119 
Age: 55
Physical Description: Male, 5'11, somewhat athletic build. Meryn is aging, though in decent shape. Black but greying hair, gold eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: A weathered traveling cloak, several tunics, trousers, a leather pack, a covered cart, a hammer, several fancy hats, trading goods. A crossbow. several pouches, one of which contains local coinage, another foreign. He owns (but does not carry) several storehouses of goods, 14 boats (12 merchant ships: seven barques, 5 galleon, one fishing boat, one smuggler's pinnace.), and six shops.
Player's online availability : On occasion.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 7:16:28 GMT -8
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Post by Meryn Digrazia on Jul 11, 2015 19:22:38 GMT -8
Meryn choked down the sobs, though not too quickly. With a croaking voice, he managed a few words.
"No more than 40 men to a village, thousands of men to a legion. Courage comes easily to armed men with friends. m..m....my apologies if I offend."
After he would be waved ahead, Meryn would dust off his sleeves before wiping his eyes on them. He hadn't cried like that in ages... perhaps that is why it came so easily, and so quickly. Taking a seat at the table, Meryn tried managing a smile. Reaching into his flask, he downed some wine, then put on his best "fake" smile. As he took his first bites of the burger, he relaxed his face into a more genuine smile. The food was delicious, and had a home-cooked feel to it he had sorely missed after years of banquet feasts and mundane sandwiches prepared by scribes. He savored his food, making sure to heartily thank the cooks for their hospitality. After Meryn and his men would finish their meal, they would thank their hosts in turn. From there they would wait for the guards to indicate where they would go next.
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Scout Union
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Registered: Jul 8, 2015 16:59:48 GMT -8
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Post by Scout Union on Jul 11, 2015 19:46:25 GMT -8
After the meals were finished, the officer would return to Meryn, "This is what we have came up with," he held up a few sheets of paper with writing, "Why we have decided what we have decided is in the best interest of everyone here. You are to go to Estherol City first. Find Fergov Estherol and give him these papers. In return, we do believe that you will be able to help them as much as they could help you. From there, if you want, you will be open to go to Flo'Liare. We've sent a Phoenix Dove to Firgov letting him know you're coming. We'll send three men to escort you there. They'll point, you'll lead. As you are doing nothing illegal, we have to allow you through. Due to suspicion, we'll be keeping an eye on you. I do hope you have safe travels and enjoy our freedom and prosperity for what time you decide."
With that, he'd extend his right hand to shake Meryn's before leaving. Another officer that had focused on the sand earlier would open the door and the sand would move out. With it, he would hold it while Meryn went outside to get his mounts and goods.
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Meryn Digrazia
Dedicated
Arch-Argentarius of The Imperial Bank of Ivelius
Roleplay posts: 119
Age: 55
Physical Description: Male, 5'11, somewhat athletic build. Meryn is aging, though in decent shape. Black but greying hair, gold eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: A weathered traveling cloak, several tunics, trousers, a leather pack, a covered cart, a hammer, several fancy hats, trading goods. A crossbow. several pouches, one of which contains local coinage, another foreign. He owns (but does not carry) several storehouses of goods, 14 boats (12 merchant ships: seven barques, 5 galleon, one fishing boat, one smuggler's pinnace.), and six shops.
Player's online availability : On occasion.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 7:16:28 GMT -8
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Post by Meryn Digrazia on Jul 11, 2015 20:19:08 GMT -8
Meryn would thank the scouts, then gather his men to leave. The escort would be an added relief against the terrors of the desert: he feared them less. Their warnings against illegal activity did little to perturb Meryn, as he planned on being the very model of a cooperative, law-abiding traveler. Indeed, even his end goals were purely benevolent, if a bit profit-driven.
As he mounted his Brutox, Meryn thanked the Serpent the search has been less intrusive. Hearing rumors of mind-readers among the scouts, Meryn had smuggled in some rare herbs said to have a nulling effect on invasive mind-probing. While he had taken one long before entering, he still had a few stowed in a secret alcove of his spyglass. Rumor or not, Meryn considered his mind among his most sacred sanctuaries.
The march continued on to Estherol. As the sun set on the walkers, Meryn would light his pipe, the smoke trailing off into the pristine night sky, unpolluted by the city lights.
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Scout Union
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Registered: Jul 8, 2015 16:59:48 GMT -8
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Post by Scout Union on Jul 12, 2015 17:32:12 GMT -8
Exit into the Gate of the Valheecius Desert.>>
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