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+ | |colspan=1 | <center> {{Message2 | ||
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+ | |Sender=Tyler | ||
+ | |Recipients=Message to everyone in the Old Gods | ||
+ | |Content=so this was the home of the seeping giant. A tree of massive proportions created by the wolf god of life. He had been steeped in meditation for several weeks stopping only long enough to eat and sleep when needed. For weeks and weeks he waited for some sign. Something from the wolf god letting him know that he has been noticed and found worthy of the wolf gods attention. | ||
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+ | he had almost given up hope. Nearly abandoned his quest before it was started. But just as any hope was about to be lost and he began to pack his belongings their was a rustling in the massive trees above him. From high in the tree a small object came spireling downward at an alarming speed. In just a mere moments time a small object buried itself halfway into the ground right at his feet. Looking down at the object it resembled an acorn of abnormally large size. | ||
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+ | When Tyler reaches his hand down to grab the acorn assuming it a sign from the wolf god, the acorn sank into the ground until it could no longer be seen. | ||
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+ | There was a tremor at his feet. At first he thought his legs were going weak however the trembling turned to a violent shaking. The ground around his feet was being displaced. From the ground shot out several thick long roots. These roots would entwine with one another. The roots would try to wrap their way around the legs of Tyler. However he would quickly use one of the roots growing from the ground as a spring board using the unnatural speed and force of the roots to propel him into a front roll. Tyler turned around expecting whatever these things were to be chasing him however what he saw was much worse. | ||
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+ | The roots continue to entertained seemingly unconcerned with his quick escape. More and more roots erupted from the ground and very quickly the roots began to take shape. Before long the twisting roots resembled a wolf. And a very large one at that. The head of the wolf stood a foot taller then him and the beast could have easily weighted over a thousand pounds. | ||
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+ | The wolf let out menacing howl. And stares defiantly at Tyler. For a moment he feels fear creeping into his body. The urge to flee was nearly irresistible. But he would not back down. This was his test. The wolf only allows those who are strong to survive. And if you truly wanted his blessing you would need to be stronger then most. | ||
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+ | Tyler removes the sunlight dagger from his sheathe the light of the setting sun shining from the blade like a beacon for just a moment as it leaves his sheathe. His thrice blessed shield comforted him as the weight of it settles on his arm. | ||
+ | |||
+ | for just a moment the monsterous root wolf and Tyler the mere adventurer stared at each other in defiance. And then the battle begins. | ||
+ | In mere seconds the wolf closed the distance between them catching Tyler nearly completely off guard. The wolfs jaws clamped down on where Tyler's head had been mere moments ago. Luckily in place of Tyler's skull was his shield. Any normal shield would have crumpled like useless paper but his shield held strong and the beasts jaws crunched against the top and bottom of the shield. With Tyler's hand stretched above his head to stop the wolfs attack their was a brief stalemate as the beast tried in vein to crush his precious shield. Tyler took advantage of the distraction and sliced at the beats legs with his free arm gashing the beast causing it to let out a menacing howl that caused his ears to ring violently. As the beast let go of the shield to let out it's cry of pain Tyler used his now free shield arm to smash the beasts face causing the wolfs head to dip down in pain. In a one fluid motion Tyler brought his dagger from his intial slash at the beasts legs into an upward slash catching the wolfs drooping head with a deep slash from mouth to the forehead right between where the beasts eyes would have been. He then brought the dagger back down in the same motion to burry the dagger square in the beasts forehead. Tyler was flung sideways as the wolf shook his head with such force that Tyler let go of his dagger now buried in the beats forehead like some brutal horn. This sent Tyler flying sideways right next to the beast. Now unarmed Tyler scrambled to his feet using the wolfs pain as a distraction | ||
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+ | Tyler would leap onto the side of the wolf using the many thick roots as handholds and begins climbing to the top of the beast. It would be the only place safe from the beasts snapping jaws. The beast would thrash and howl and smash against the great seeping giant and any other rocks or trees to shake off the adventurer upon his back. | ||
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+ | Tyler's body had been smashed against tree as he attempted his climb to the top of the beast the impact smashed in his armor now he was being slowly impaled by his own armor. He will need to end this fast if he wishes to survive. | ||
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+ | AFter finally making it to the top of the beast Tyler finally finds what he's looking for a weakness. In-between the roots of the beast he could see a glowing pulsating object beating rythmically like a heart. He did the only thing he could and began to reach his hand toward this oddity it was a tight fit trying to squeeze his hand between the roots that made up this monsters body. And the beast made it all the harder as it seems to thrash and wail without end. He was close but his pinky finger stopped him from reaching the final distance between the roots and the strange glowing object. So gritting his teeth he did what he had to. | ||
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+ | With a sickening crack tyler forced his pinky to bend much farther sideways then any finger should. But with this last bit of room he grasped the strange pulsating light and crushed it in his fists. | ||
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+ | And then there was silence. The roots dissolve back into the ground almost as fast as they appeared. In mere moments he is alone with the seeping giant once again. His blade is on the ground not far from him. In the distance a single long howl can be heard. He had passed the wolf gods challenge. His gift would be life. That and the now crushed acorn he held in his closed fist. With a smile on his lips Tyler passed out from exhaustion where he lay. His wounds were painful but not life threatening and could wait to be tended to for now he must rest. | ||
+ | |Title=Adventurer | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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+ | |colspan=1 | <center> {{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width=100% | ||
+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Tyler | ||
+ | |Recipients=Message to everyone in the Old Gods | ||
+ | |Content=Priestess Nerta, | ||
+ | |||
+ | I have done as you asked I have made a pilgrimage to the seeping giant. There I meditated for several weeks seeking the wolf god of life and his guidance. As I was about to give up hope I was attacked by wolf made of roots. It stood a foot taller then I and was very nearly the death of me. I can only assume this was a test of mettle to see if I deserved the life I was blessed with. However I live and the beast is vanquished. Since the encounter I feel like something has changed.. though what I cannot yet be sure. I would like to come discuss this with you in person if you have the time. | ||
+ | |Title=Adventurer | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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+ | |Important Event for The Old Gods | ||
+ | Follower Grante Le Monte has constructed a new temple in Heen & Tor. | ||
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Hunched and rubbing her arms as she passes gardens filled with festive celebrations, Nerta's well worn appearance seems quite out of place in the pristine and orderly city. The ragged stains of frozen ichor from her battle in Binoaramet didn't help matters. Maybe she could find a bath and a tailor. | Hunched and rubbing her arms as she passes gardens filled with festive celebrations, Nerta's well worn appearance seems quite out of place in the pristine and orderly city. The ragged stains of frozen ichor from her battle in Binoaramet didn't help matters. Maybe she could find a bath and a tailor. | ||
|Title=[[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | |Title=[[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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+ | |||
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+ | |colspan=1 | <center> {{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width=100% | ||
+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Nerta the Weaver | ||
+ | |Recipients=Message to everyone in Firbalt | ||
+ | |Content=Birdbaths weren't Nerta's style, so the garden city had little for the wanderer. She did find the temple though, and a familiar figure coming down the steps. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Well well, so all the scribbles might be tue after all. Fancy clothes like those I guess you're a Baron no longer." | ||
+ | |||
+ | Eying Ryosuke, the woman in a tattered cloak leans on her spear and wrinkles her nose. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Did you ever make it to Wudenkin?" | ||
+ | |Title=[[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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+ | |colspan=1 | <center> {{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width=100% | ||
+ | |Type=Letter | ||
+ | |Sender=Ryosuke Guile | ||
+ | |Recipients=Message to everyone in Old Gods | ||
+ | |Content=I must admit some surprise to see a swords challenge brought to my home. I shall see you at dawn, Senex. | ||
+ | |||
+ | You have now accepted the challenge from Lady Nerta Unti, Dame of Agyr, Priestess of The Old Gods. | ||
+ | Meet her in the same city with an academy to resolved the training match. | ||
+ | |||
+ | I hope you've not gotten rusty! | ||
+ | |||
+ | Strength and Honour, | ||
+ | Vox Noctis, | ||
+ | |Title=Hierophant of Irondale | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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+ | |colspan=1 | <center> {{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width=100% | ||
+ | |Type=Letter | ||
+ | |Sender=Nerta the Weaver | ||
+ | |Recipients=Message to everyone in the Old Gods | ||
+ | |Content=Leave him out of it. I just want some practice. | ||
+ | |Title=[[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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+ | |colspan=1 | <center> {{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width=100% | ||
+ | |Type=Letter | ||
+ | |Sender=Nerta the Weaver | ||
+ | |Recipients=Message to everyone in Firbalt | ||
+ | |Content=The Hierophant's shield turns aside the Guardian's spear as the pair clash on the steps to the temple. The man's reflexes earns him a faint smile. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Not bad. You've certainly kept sharp." | ||
+ | |||
+ | Not standing down, Nerta rests a hand on the lip of the shield and murmurs. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "But what have you been doing on the quest, or has running this city distracted you?" | ||
+ | |Title=[[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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+ | |colspan=1 | <center> {{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width=100% | ||
+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Ryosuke Guile | ||
+ | |Recipients=Message to everyone in Firbalt | ||
+ | |Content=After their impromptu training match on the temple steps ends, Ryosuke tips his head in response to the acknowledgement of his swordsmanship. Sheathing Bloodlaw into the simple red leather scabbard on his hip and passing his Buckler off to a waiting attendant, the Hierophant of Irondale tilts his head curiously at Nerta's murmured question. | ||
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+ | "I continue my quest as I have ever done, which is in my own fashion. My calling speaks to me clearly. Firbalt requires some attending, to be sure, but I've capable hands available to assist in such matters." | ||
+ | |Title=Hierophant of Irondale | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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+ | |colspan=1 | <center> {{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width=100% | ||
+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Ryosuke Guile | ||
+ | |Recipients=Message to everyone in Firbalt | ||
+ | |Content=After their impromptu training match on the temple steps ends, Ryosuke tips his head in response to the acknowledgement of his swordsmanship. Sheathing Bloodlaw into the simple red leather scabbard on his hip and passing his Buckler off to a waiting attendant, the Hierophant of Irondale tilts his head curiously at Nerta's murmured question. | ||
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+ | "I continue my quest as I have ever done, which is in my own fashion. My calling speaks to me clearly. Firbalt requires some attending, to be sure, but I've capable hands available to assist in such matters." | ||
+ | |Title=Hierophant of Irondale | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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+ | |colspan=1 | <center> {{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width=100% | ||
+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Nerta the Weaver | ||
+ | |Recipients=Message to everyone in Firbalt | ||
+ | |Content=Training match concluded, Nerta let's Ryosuke sheath his blade, but eyes the man impatiently at his answer. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Patrician talk for 'yes' if I've ever heard it." | ||
+ | |||
+ | Sighing she glances past the man to the temple behind. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "The Old Man says you've a long way to go to catch up with Agyr, but I'll leave you two to that and just tend to the quest board. Enjoy yourself, Ryosuke, and thanks for the duel." | ||
+ | |||
+ | Turning she adds, "Anyone else?" | ||
+ | |Title=[[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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+ | ! Raoh | ||
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+ | |colspan=1 | <center> {{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width=100% | ||
+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Raoh Hall | ||
+ | |Recipients=Message to everyone in Firbalt | ||
+ | |Content=Raoh steps into the ring with his training sword. | ||
+ | |||
+ | (Raoh) I am your opponent today my lady. As he bows. | ||
+ | |Title=Knight of Firbalt | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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+ | |colspan=1 | <center> {{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width=100% | ||
+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Nerta the Weaver | ||
+ | |Recipients=Message to everyone in Firbalt | ||
+ | |Content="Another one that knows how to fight. Good." | ||
+ | |||
+ | Shifting the spear back across her shoulders, Nerta nods. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Didn't you used to fly the Ar Agyr flag, maybe Arfordir?" | ||
+ | |Title=[[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |colspan=1 | <center> {{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width=100% | ||
+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Raoh Hall | ||
+ | |Recipients=Message to everyone in Firbalt | ||
+ | |Content=' It is true i have fought for many years under the banner of Agyr, and many other county's before that.' | ||
+ | |||
+ | (Dose a barrel roll) ! | ||
+ | |||
+ | ' Irondale included, i was your ex general for a reasonable time'. ' the old Hierophant had it out for me a long time ago' | ||
+ | ' However i feel it is now the time that Irondale requires me once more in the field'. | ||
+ | |||
+ | ( Raoh smiles) | ||
+ | |Title=Knight of Firbalt | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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+ | |colspan=1 | <center> {{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width=100% | ||
+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Nerta the Weaver | ||
+ | |Recipients=Message to everyone in Firbalt | ||
+ | |Content="Ahhh the exiled prince returned and all that. " | ||
+ | |||
+ | Nerta pivots away from the gymnastics and, with a smile, rolls her spear off her shoulders to catch it. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "I remember that troublemaker. The Old Man had a few choice words about their frivolous use of magic." | ||
+ | |||
+ | "So what'll you do now that you're home?" | ||
+ | |Title=[[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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+ | |colspan=1 | <center> {{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width=100% | ||
+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Raoh Hall | ||
+ | |Recipients=Message to everyone in Firbalt | ||
+ | |Content='Pick up roughly from were i left off, and heading out to aid where i am needed most'. 'I even got my old estate back'. | ||
+ | |||
+ | 'Been a humble lemon farmer was never the life chosen for me it seems' | ||
+ | |Title=Knight of Firbalt | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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+ | |colspan=1 | <center> {{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width=100% | ||
+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Nerta the Weaver | ||
+ | |Recipients=Message to everyone in Firbalt | ||
+ | |Content=Nerta practically snorts. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Pity that, Plebeian life is honest at least. Well, best of luck to you. Kill a few undead on the way out." | ||
+ | |Title=[[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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+ | ! Balin | ||
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+ | |colspan=1 | <center> {{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width=100% | ||
+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Ryosuke Guile | ||
+ | |Recipients=Message to everyone in Firbalt | ||
+ | |Content=Good Ser Balin, | ||
+ | |||
+ | I shall see to adding additional funds when taxes have arrived. My collectors are currently visiting the tax houses today and receiving the funds, and they should be delivered soon. I do try to keep a slush fund available in the Temple for whoever might need it, but had not realised it had dropped so low. I just put 500 gold in a day or two ago to "top things up" as they say. | ||
+ | |Title=Hierophant of Irondale | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
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+ | |colspan=1 | <center> {{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width=100% | ||
+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Balin De Chaol Ghleann | ||
+ | |Recipients=Message to everyone in Firbalt | ||
+ | |Content=Your Highness Ryosuke Guile, | ||
+ | I thank Your Grace for the continued support of the church. I myself have increased the funds of this church by another 200 gold this tax season. I'm certain that within a couple of tax seasons we shall be able to increase the temple size as your Highness desires, so that the teachings of the Masked One can further spread to the followers of the church. | ||
+ | |Title=Knight of Jedinchel, Guardian of the Old Gods | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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+ | |colspan=1 | <center> {{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width=100% | ||
+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Nerta the Weaver | ||
+ | |Recipients=Message to everyone in Firbalt | ||
+ | |Content=Still twitchy despite her new cloak, Nerta pauses on the march back up the steps to the temple to wrinkle her nose. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Smells of wolf.... Balin have you come here to help pile up rocks?" | ||
+ | |Title=[[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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+ | |colspan=1 | <center> {{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width=100% | ||
+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Balin De Chaol Ghleann | ||
+ | |Recipients=Message to everyone in Firbalt | ||
+ | |Content=Balin turns with a smile on his face. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Nerta! It's good to see you. Indeed, I'm here to do what I do best.. Pick rocks up, then put them down again.. but perhaps a little higher then they were last" | ||
+ | |||
+ | He turns to look at the temple and nods to himself, "And that is how a temple gets bigger. I also find that singing about wolves helps motivate the workers on site." | ||
+ | |||
+ | He grins as he starts to sing a quick tune, albeit sounding rather flat. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Wolves are better than people | ||
+ | Folks, don't you think that's true? | ||
+ | Yeah, people will beat you | ||
+ | And curse you and cheat you | ||
+ | Every one of them's bad except wolves!" | ||
+ | |||
+ | He grins as he picks up a bottle of mead from a nearby table and holds it out towards Nerta. | ||
+ | |Title=Knight of Jedinchel, Guardian of the Old Gods | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |colspan=1 | <center> {{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width=100% | ||
+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Nerta the Weaver | ||
+ | |Recipients=Message to everyone in Firbalt | ||
+ | |Content=The woman lets out a short, bark of a laugh quite akin to the wolf of his song. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Oh is ''that'' how it works? And here I thought some masons just plowed each other behind the brick hut after drinking heavily and had to shotgun a building project. Shows what I know about piles of rock." | ||
+ | |||
+ | Accepting the mead she eyes the mohawk sporting minstrel and can't help but think of Soren the troublesome bard. Idiot was probably doing something stupid right now. Why was she always surrounded by singers? | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Not a bad ditty, or drink. You make either, or just smuggle them into this," she pauses to glances and pulls her cloak in tighter, "''city''." | ||
+ | |Title=[[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |||
+ | |- | ||
+ | |colspan=1 | <center> {{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width=100% | ||
+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Balin De Chaol Ghleann | ||
+ | |Recipients=Message to everyone in Firbalt | ||
+ | |Content=Balin grinned widely at the comment on the masons' habits. She might be onto something there. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "Glad you like the drink. It's made of fermented berries taken after the first frost, from up in Thalmarkin. Speaking of temples, I will be heading back to Vatrona shortly. A new temple needs to be built there so I need to go make a few piles of rock for the masons to rearrange in shapes to be determined." | ||
+ | |Title=Knight of Jedinchel, Guardian of the Old Gods | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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+ | ! Vatrona | ||
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+ | |colspan=1 | <center> {{Message2 | ||
+ | |Width=100% | ||
+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Balin De Chaol Ghleann | ||
+ | |Recipients=Message to everyone in the Old Gods | ||
+ | |Content=Balin was sitting down in a large wooden chair, listening to his advisers drone on about the problems the city of Vatrona is facing. He had been sitting there listening for over an hour and a headache was beginning to work it's way around his temples. He had only been appointed Margrave of Vatrona a day past and already the requests were flooding in, every one of them seemingly critical to some aspect of the economy, defense, or whatever else these advisors deemed important. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "The outer walls must have more banners. Gold must be immediately diverted towards.." | ||
+ | |||
+ | "The zoo only has 10 types of bunnies on display. We simply MUST acquire.." | ||
+ | |||
+ | Balin slowly rubbed his temples, as his thoughts drifted away to images of large trees, clear springs, birds chirping... and a great white wolf with deep red eyes starring intently at him. He startled back into awareness and quickly looked around. His heart was beating fast, yet nothing had changed in the room. The advisors kept on droning and yet.. what had that been? | ||
+ | |||
+ | Understanding came upon him as a warm blanket in the winter and he knew what the first order of business must be. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Balin stood up, quieting his advisors. | ||
+ | |||
+ | "As your new Margrave, I have decided what our first project shall be. We shall build a new temple dedicated to the Wolf Lord in the center of the city, in the middle of the great park of Vatrona. It shall be made of stone and logs, and banners of white wolves shall adorn its walls. " Balin turned towards the third advisor with a wolfish grin on his face " And perhaps some bunnies can be kept there too, as a snack for any wondering wolves that happen by". | ||
+ | |||
+ | He quickly scurried the advisors out of the room to carry out his order. A new temple construction in Vatrona would begin that very day. His headache had gone away too. This was turning to be a good day afterall. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Elsewhere, on a hill overlooking the city of Vatrona, birds chirped happily as they bounced from tree to tree. Had the birds looks down, they would have seen a large white wolf with red eyes watching the city intently, then turn around, teeth barred in what seemed to be a satisfied grin if wolves could grin, and vanish into the deep forest. | ||
+ | |Title=Margrave of Vatrona, Guardian of the Old Gods | ||
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