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The solstice would soon see local festivities but when the longer days faded the uncertainty of the turning season seemed to echo the general unease for what the future would bring. Fearful peasants stored their harvests in readiness, bold knights readied their skills and armaments to be ever vigilant. | The solstice would soon see local festivities but when the longer days faded the uncertainty of the turning season seemed to echo the general unease for what the future would bring. Fearful peasants stored their harvests in readiness, bold knights readied their skills and armaments to be ever vigilant. | ||
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| + | == 4th June == | ||
| + | === Summer Evening - [[Tepmona]] === | ||
| + | ==== Xlair Silverblade ==== | ||
| + | '''Vordul Sanguinis - Ambiance and Rumors''' | ||
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| + | Lightning flashed, a singular bolt coming down from the heavens and splitting a tree in half in the woods in Xerus. Like a herald in the night, shortly thereafter rain pelted down with heavy drops across the western lands of Vordul Sanguinis. The once still surface of Lake Salaman was shattered with a million beads of water, the mirror like surface turning to beveled steel. | ||
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| + | The flashes of light revealed menacing rolling clouds, black as coal streaked with lightning. A deep rumble seemed to shake the mountains themselves, the ground reverberating with the impact to cause plates to rattle. The rain fell straight down, not a bit of wind accompanying the sudden thunderstorm. Fields of Junohep and Ircymbar marked with puddles of mud and standing water as the rain continued throughout the night. | ||
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| + | As dawn neared, the rains let up, but the clouds remained, an occasional crack of thunder a reminder of the power that hovered just above. Farmers and merchants awoke to what they expected to be dawn, though the darkness clung to central Beluaterra. | ||
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| + | Near seven in the morning another bolt struck, this time hitting the top of the temple of Vordulism in Iknopata. The lightning seared a scar upon the roof of the temple the size of a full grown horse. Due to the rain, the temple did not set fire, but the black scar remained as if the gods had made their challenge upon the temple. | ||
Revision as of 21:05, 6 June 2020
| Dubhaine Family | |
| Fame | 40 |
| Wealth | 19485 |
| Home Region | Ashforth |
| Home World | East Continent |
3rd June
Summer Evening - Bil Havel
Xlair Silverblade
Ambiance & Rumors
Night sets upon the lands of Beluaterra again, and the stars still shine bright over Lake Salaman, reflecting in its still surface like a black mirror. The fishermen dock their ships in Vozzessdor and Wudenkin, tying up their sails and unloading barrels of fish to laborers that haul them into the city to be cleaned and salted.
It is a warm evening, with the half moon suspended in the sky among the stars dotting the heavens. Wudenkin's Shadow Market springs to life with the shouts of underground fighting rings bleeding up through the sewer grates, and hoots and hollering of fortune and famine of the gambling dens.
The topics among the tavern dwellers discuss how the Emperor has still yet to be seen outside of the tall palace known as the Sanguine Citadel. There had been sightings of the Crimson Judge entering, but otherwise no traffic to and from the great Citadel that housed the ruler of Vordul Sanguinis.
Along with the rumors of the nobility, too came the whispers among the common folk on how the Wizard of Winter was to host a banquet for the talented wanderers which could be labeled adventurers, mercenaries, brigands or thieves, depending on who you spoke to. Word also traveled that there were some among the Ministry that thought such an honoring of common folk was going too far. Especially to proclaim one, Gabriel, as an "honored guest" a particular chafe to Noble men and women.
These topics were quickly drown out with the woes of the common folk, however, for they had little time to worry about what the Nobles and Adventurers concerned themselves with, and more focus upon a good day's catch, upcoming harvests, and the turnout of their respective merchant stalls.
It had been a fine summer so far, but all knew that summer must eventually come to an end.
4th June
Summer Evening - Tepmona
Ehrich Weisz
The warriors of the Vales returned home from campaigning and then the great Ar Agyr tourney in decent spirits but uncertain what the future held.
A fine Summer blessed the fields and regions with plentiful early crops. Messengers ventured far and wide along the pathways north and east eager for news. Although the regions were productive and terms for peace with the Vales appeared to be holding there remained a sense of unease. Any progress from the promised inquisition seemed haltering and the limits of the remaining northern war unclear.
The solstice would soon see local festivities but when the longer days faded the uncertainty of the turning season seemed to echo the general unease for what the future would bring. Fearful peasants stored their harvests in readiness, bold knights readied their skills and armaments to be ever vigilant.
4th June
Summer Evening - Tepmona
Xlair Silverblade
Vordul Sanguinis - Ambiance and Rumors
Lightning flashed, a singular bolt coming down from the heavens and splitting a tree in half in the woods in Xerus. Like a herald in the night, shortly thereafter rain pelted down with heavy drops across the western lands of Vordul Sanguinis. The once still surface of Lake Salaman was shattered with a million beads of water, the mirror like surface turning to beveled steel.
The flashes of light revealed menacing rolling clouds, black as coal streaked with lightning. A deep rumble seemed to shake the mountains themselves, the ground reverberating with the impact to cause plates to rattle. The rain fell straight down, not a bit of wind accompanying the sudden thunderstorm. Fields of Junohep and Ircymbar marked with puddles of mud and standing water as the rain continued throughout the night.
As dawn neared, the rains let up, but the clouds remained, an occasional crack of thunder a reminder of the power that hovered just above. Farmers and merchants awoke to what they expected to be dawn, though the darkness clung to central Beluaterra.
Near seven in the morning another bolt struck, this time hitting the top of the temple of Vordulism in Iknopata. The lightning seared a scar upon the roof of the temple the size of a full grown horse. Due to the rain, the temple did not set fire, but the black scar remained as if the gods had made their challenge upon the temple.
