Dubhaine Family/Aibhlidhn/Roleplays/2020/June
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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.
6th June
Summer Evening - Tepmona
Saoirse MacArbin
Rumours & Ambiance: Departure
The mood across Obian lands was tense. Messengers with the livery of the Grandmistress went out beyond the boundaries of the realm with regularity, troops were gathering, and the public announcement had unsettled all.
The high nobles were leaving.
To some, this meant opportunity, and blades were being sharpened in anticipation of the new possibilities. Contracts were drafted, free of the oppressive taxes and perhaps more importantly, Templar-enforced restrictions from the Heralds.
To some, this meant worry. Outside of the cities, villagers gathered somberly to discuss what they could afford to lose when the hordes came, and how hard they would have to fight to save their fields. The underpriests and others who tended to the temples looked anxiously at the grand decorations, wondering how long it would be until they were looted. And all those who tended to the high nobles and their armies were packing, readying for the move themselves, leaving behind even more economic wreckage.
And to some, this meant almost nothing. Those of Glongin, for instance, had been without a guiding hand since their Lady had become Grandmistress. They had been left to deal with the hordes on their own many times, as the army waited warily in Grehk. All this meant to them is that when they spat in the street at the luck of the world, they no longer had to worry about a passing functionary taxing them for it.
But all watched, as the troops marched or rode by. Wondering when, or even if, another high noble would pass by them again. For soon, across much of the South, there would be no realm, no outpost of chivalry, within a day's ride. And who knew, indeed, what that would mean for the future?
