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Post by The Kingdom of Audria on Nov 13, 2015 15:22:51 GMT -8
Road to the Free Plains
This road connects the settlement of Salem with the Free Plains. Many travelers, merchants, and more walk these roads, either selling their goods to the people of Salem, or finding a new beginning there. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2015 11:59:11 GMT -8
Reiea made her way down the road to Salem, thinking to herself about the contrast between these grassy plains and Asgeir's mountain ranges.
For those few of you who have come across Reiea here, and not followed her journeys from Asgeir, Reiea's rendition of the phrase "thinking to herself" is very different from the traditional sense of the phrase. While most people have a monologue in their heads, Reiea has a strange dialogue in her mind between her "conscious," which is her unrestrained, everyday thought, and her "conscience," which is her inner moral compass – her conscience.
These two parts of her mind struggle, tease, and argue with each other throughout most of her experiences, giving more inner tension and stress (sometimes humorously) to an already strained girl: her reason for being out here is to find a man whom she loves, who has never reciprocated her love for him.
She is probably very full of hormones. In the modern age, she would likely be prescribed medication to suppress the battle between conscious and conscience, or if the battle wore her on for too long, an antidepressant.
But I digress. Let us return to Reiea.
The sun, the butterflies, the grass... I could stay out here, conscious wistfully said, as Reiea smiled and viewed the countryside. So different from Asgeir. Who knew the world had so much to offer?
Conscience resisted telling her other half "I told you so," and merely assented, Yeah. It's a pretty landscape. Kinda flat, next to Asgeir, definitely way grassier. It's cool to see the world. Maybe after we find him, we can just explore together. See sand, and grass, and oceans, and snow, and hills...
Hah. Don't get your hopes up, conscious warned. Remember how the guy never cared?
Oh, come on. Who can't enjoy seeing the world?
Reiea continued to the Free Plains.
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Klearia
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Registered: Feb 23, 2015 17:58:01 GMT -8
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Post by Klearia on Apr 27, 2016 16:57:35 GMT -8
Soft footsteps down the road heralded the arrival of a lone female battlemage, her appearance slightly foreign and of Sakandian culture, though otherwise she seemed a normal traveler. If she wasn't questioned, she'd pass by the border checkpoint if there was one. She made no indication of meaning any sort of harm.
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Post by The Kingdom of Audria on Apr 28, 2016 12:41:10 GMT -8
There were very little to no threats coming from Isra, and so the Brothers had a few patrols of militia along the road. If they saw Klearia, they would simply nod and be on their way. |
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Rodrik Fletcher
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Registered: Nov 15, 2015 14:34:09 GMT -8
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Post by Rodrik Fletcher on Oct 1, 2016 16:56:46 GMT -8
A trader's cart came down the path leading from Isra, through the Winterlands, and to Salem. He was carrying supplies, equipment, and other goods to sell in Salem, which would help the town grow and prosper. This, in turn, assisted the crusading Knights of the Black Cross, those warriors of the Audrian Order who were attempting to quell the warlike barbarians that inhabited the Eastern March. Near the road, under a tree and sitting on a large boulder, sat Rodrik Fletcher. He was using a whetstone to sharpen his sword. "Hello, mate," the Isran trader said, stopping his wagon and coming to rest under the tree. "Don't mind if I rest, do ye?" Rodrik closed his eyes and stopped his whetting for a moment. He mentally sighed, really not wanting to suffer from this man's company. He swallowed and replied. "Got some chocolate?" The trader shook his head, "uh... no?" Rodrik went back to sharpening his sword. "That's too bad." The trader shrugged. "What're you doin' out here? Patrolling?" "No," the Fletcher simply replied. "Waiting on my kin. A man named Reynad Fletcher . I heard he was coming to Audria to hunt strange beasts out in the Eastern March. Now if you don't mind, I would like you to leave and keep on heading to Salem." Rodrik offered a fake smile at the merchant and then ignored him. The trader said a few words under his breath, but returned to his wagon and continued on his way. Rodrik shook his head. Where are you Reynad? He honestly hated company, unless it was his family: the Fletchers, or his next family: the Brotherhood. |
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