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Shading her gaze from the setting sun the woman mutters to herself before moving to the taproom off the square. Probably time enough for dinner before they sort it out and she still had some coin from the bounties in Lastfell.
 
Shading her gaze from the setting sun the woman mutters to herself before moving to the taproom off the square. Probably time enough for dinner before they sort it out and she still had some coin from the bounties in Lastfell.
  
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|Title= [[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]]
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<center>{{Message2
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|Sender=Léandre Dameth
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|Recipients=Everyone in Seven Rivers
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|Content= Night had fallen for a couple hours now. Léandre Dameth, a nobleman of a minor family and his suite of servents-at-arms had decided to camp next to the river. Some of them were wounded, but apparently they were in good spirits. One of them took of his bag a mini-barrel of a dark-colored mead, another picked up a mandolin he bullied from a bard in Fronepu, and the merry troop was now singing vulgar songs about the intimity of the local Daishi priest and telling each other stories about the gymnastic exploits of the bartender's wife.
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Léandre listened for a moment, but quickly lost interest. Ah, silly peasants. What they were claiming- he knew full well due to his extended clerical education, was strictly anatomically impossible. He decided to wander about, without a real goal in mind, just to spend some time as he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep that night.
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That's what he was doing when he noticed the hooded figure, not far from his band, probably waiting - like them- for morning to come so the ferryman would resume his activity.
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Made unusually happy by  his recent victory against the monsters in Seven Rivers and the hydromel running down his bloodstream, he lifted his hand to greet the person.
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"Hello traveller ! " He shouted in a playful voice.
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​​​​​​​"We're drinking to the heroes who slain the monsters in Seven Rivers last night ! Do you care to join us?"
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|Title= Knight of Fronepu
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<center>{{Message2
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|Type=Request
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|Sender=Jetta the Augur
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|Recipients=Everyone in the [[Melhed/Agyrian Academy|Agyrian Academy]]
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|Content=Jetta is seen sitting out in the meadow. Suddenly there is a horde of undead pretty much on top of her. Yet suddenly all of the undead turn to dust. Jetta didn't even seem like she moved, but she can be seen sheathing her weapon. Though there was very little movement.
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Random peasant #1: "Holy crap, I've never seen someone like that before, rumor has it she's blind. How did she do it?"
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Random peasant #2: "I don't know, though for an adventurer it is not unheard of them having special skills."
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Jetta then stands up and looks in the direction of the peasents staring at her. She walks over to them and says.
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Jetta: "Is there a problem? The city is safe."
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Peasent #1: "No, no problem ma'am."
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Peasant #2: "Nah I don't wanna fight ya."
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Jetta: "Good, I'll be on my way then."
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Jetta walks away back to the Academy for classes to begin again.
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<center>{{Message2
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|Sender=Nerta the Weaver
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|Recipients=Everyone in Seven Rivers
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|Content=Mid way across the square Nerta glances up at the call. Her shimmering eyes take in the bright tabard over scale armour while her grip tightens on her spear.  The lordling and his entourage were certainly a merry troupe to be sure, with flagons of ale and a lute of all things. The combination lent an air of enthusiasm to their song though not skill. Of course enough ale will make anyone think otherwise.
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"Good..." Her voice a bit rough from lack of use she coughs and starts again.
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"Good on you sir knight," her gaze flickering to the riotous troupe she adds, "But I'm not so sure I want to be the second verse to that son-...."
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Cut off sharply, the woman reaches up to scratch at her temple even as a chill wind seems to rustle her cloak.
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Clearing her throat again she amends, "What I mean to say is; I've had a long day and wouldn't wish to, dampen your party with a rough mood."
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|Title= [[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]]
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<center>{{Message2
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|Width=80%
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|Type=Roleplay
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|Sender=Léandre Dameth
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|Recipients=Everyone in Seven Rivers
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|Content=Oh snap, Léandres thought at the stranger's reaction. That's not how you act toward commoners. Damn be that mead, that'll teach him to drink and lead at the same time
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"Well, it's impossible anyway : the human body cannot stretch that much"
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Well now Léandres it's now how to do it either. Keep your wits about you, will you ?
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"EITHER WAY what I meant to say is, you don't have to stay with the farmers if you don't want to, but with the nearest step-inn more than ten miles away in the other direction, staying alone isn't very safe either is it ?"
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It was a bit better, it is. Ah! Commoners, he thought. How can they be so simple yet so tricky? All he wanted was to try to be nice and now he felt like he was about to dodge a volley of arrows
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"I'm going to wait for the sunrise before we go back to Fronepu, if you so want, you can wait with me. "
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|Title= Knight of Fronepu
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|Type=Roleplay
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|Sender=Nerta the Weaver
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|Recipients=Everyone in Seven Rivers
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|Content=The young man's literal take on the song had Nerta snort in surprise. Maybe his soldiers had been with a barmaid or two but not this patrician. Was that bashful glance full of hope then, or was the lordling embarrassed by his men?
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"I'm heading that way too but I don't know..."
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Idly scratching at her chin, the woman pointedly refrains from glaring at her nosy shadow.
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"...if you'll find my company all that agreeable. Still I thank you for the offer." A hand on her belly under that cloak she adds, "Don't suppose there's any food though."
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|Title= [[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]]
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<center>{{Message2
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|Width=80%
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|Type=Roleplay
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|Sender=Léandre Dameth
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|Recipients=Everyone in Seven Rivers
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|Content="There is, actually !"
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A bright smile illuminated the young master's face. He signed the girl to wait for a minute, rushed toward his camp, pushed a drunk servant who fell asleep on the ground, and after a minute or two of fumbling around the campfire, he came back with two mugs of hot rancid smelling vegetable soup and hard oat bread.
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This kind of meal was hard to swallow but easy to carry around. You'd soak the bread onto the soup - for the soup was mainly water and didn't taste good anyway - it was better than nothing.
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Still, Léandres presented the meal with a smile on his face, visibly happy to have something to propose.
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"Shall we sit ? " He asked. "That'd be more comfortable, to eat"
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|Title= Knight of Fronepu
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|Type=Roleplay
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|Sender=Nerta the Weaver
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|Recipients=Everyone in Seven Rivers
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|Content=Nerta eyes the offered meal with a degree of skepticism. It would seem she was in the company of an inexperienced and poor patrician. He must be new. Still, she'd eaten worse and nearly been eaten by worse.
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Taking the offered meal, her cloak shifts a bit as she gestures toward the camp with her chin. "Certainly... ah forgive me but, your name Sir knight? I am called Nerta."
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Walking along with the man as she talks, she dips crusty bread into the soup to steal a quick bite. No wonder they were drinking.
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|Title= [[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]]
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|Type=Roleplay
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|Sender=Léandre Dameth
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|Recipients=Everyone in Seven Rivers
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|Content="Léandre, of houFFe DameFF" he answered with a mouth full of bread. He was particularly hungry himself, and his rigorous training had pretty much killed his tastebuds. The sacrifices of war leave men scared such.
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"A nobleman of many feats from a house of many distinctions !" he esclaimed as he walked alongside the woman. Then he paused to ponder a bit, visibly trying to think about something, then turned his face to her again :
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"But of course, bragging would be impolite. What about you, Nerta ? What are you doing in the ... ehm..."
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Second pause. What is the name of the world of the third estate, again? Ah, he was probably going to be impolite again
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"...Farmlands ....?"
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|Title= Knight of Fronepu
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<center>{{Message2
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|Type=Roleplay
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|Sender=Nerta the Weaver
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|Recipients=Everyone in Seven Rivers
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|Content=Nerta takes her seat by the fire along the river shore and sets down her spear behind her before digging into the soup some more. Léandre hmm? Never heard of a house Dameff but it certainly sounds like he's from Fronepu with a name like that.
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He was certainly, energetic. Actually reminded her of Vedens but the man was only a touch drunk next to that lush.
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Choking down a bit more bread at the question those golden eyes flicker up to Léandre's before looking around the sleepy town. What was she doing here? The Queen's ring was fixed already and she'd gotten another Dragon's Tear, but there was still so much to do.
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"I'm just helping to make the farms a little safer, nothing fancy. Occasional aiding the crown or however you say it."
 
|Title= [[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]]
 
|Title= [[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]]
 
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|Sender=Léandre Dameth
 
|Sender=Léandre Dameth
 
|Recipients=Everyone in Seven Rivers
 
|Recipients=Everyone in Seven Rivers
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|Content=Léandre nods. Something in him was expecting such an answer. People in arms were not unusual in this neck of the woods, and with the number always growing of monsters and undead rampaging the countryside, it was good that the commonfolk could defend itself.
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After his initial outwardish attitude, Léandres wasn't really talkative and mostly listen to Nerta speak, happy to lend an ear. He'd look at her as she spoke, smiling happily but saying nothing of real substance. Nerta could learn a bit about him ; he really was a noble - but due to his young age and the lackluster status of his family, he was given the care of a small outpost near Fronepu, and his "troops" were just his manservents he had given swords to. Everything about the boy, indeed, screamed poor and without prestige.
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They walked in circle for a couple hours, making mostly small talk. A couple hours later, the sky darkened, signaling the soon coming of dawn.
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"I've only left for two days, but I'm already missing home !" he exclaimed. "Though my place is nothing fanciful, please come visit me sometimes ! The outpost is quite lonely, and my little people - not really interesting to listen to"
 
|Title= Knight of Fronepu
 
|Title= Knight of Fronepu
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<center>{{Message2
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|Width=80%
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|Type=Roleplay
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|Sender=Nerta the Weaver
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|Recipients=Everyone in Seven Rivers
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|Content=Supper saw Nerta providing only the barest of conversation, mostly on the prompting of the Old Man.  It truth the knight's tipsy awkwardness hardly bothered her, she had spent enough time with Vedens after all. But though Léandre was not unpleasant to speak with ... he was from another world. What could she really say?
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Even their walk along the riverbank was filled with mostly tact pleasantries until she was prompted to discuss the week prior and the battle against the Necromancer of Seven Rivers. For all his inexperience, Léandre did seem keen for discussions of battle and monster slaying. It was perhaps the only matter the pair had in common and as the stars twinkle the woman actually began to relax.
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Hood slipping back enough to reveal short hair, she even smiled on occasion in the midst of the excited questions around her battle with a Hunter in the snow.
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For his part the eerie shimmer of the Old Man remained silent while reflected in the river, not wanting to intrude. Though Nerta despised his constant presence the elder statesmen wished the woman no ill and had in fact made a point of goading her to speak with the young knight. Better she not spend all her time in the company of Gods and Kings. A few friends her own age might see her through the dark times ahead.
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As the yawns grew, and Léandre extended his invitation, Nerta hesitates, "I... I could probably stop by, if your House will have a guest that is. Most don't want to see ones like I walking up to the front gate."
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|Title= [[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]]
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<center>{{Message2
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|Type=Request
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|Sender=Jetta the Augur
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|Recipients=Everyone in the [[Melhed/Agyrian Academy|Agyrian Academy]]
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|Content=Jetta, for some odd reason, is laying on a bench outside the Academy.
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|Title= Adventurer
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}}</center>
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<center>{{Message2
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|Width=80%
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|Type=Request
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|Sender=Wren the Watcher
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|Recipients=Everyone in the [[Melhed/Agyrian Academy|Agyrian Academy]]
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|Content=The afternoon is crisp: warm in the sun and chilly in the shade. Wren hops up toward the Academy and notices Jetta laying on a bench.
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"Jetta friend? Do you sleep?" she chirps inquisitively.
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|Title= [[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]]
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}}</center>
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<center>{{Message2
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|Width=80%
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|Type=Request
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|Sender=Jetta the Augur
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|Recipients=Everyone in the [[Melhed/Agyrian Academy|Agyrian Academy]]
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|Content=Jetta sits up and looking in Wren's direction even being blind she somehow still sees her.
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"Oh hello Wren, no I am not asleep. Just simply resting my head. These strange powers of mine take a huge toll on me."
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She then looks into the sun.
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"I was wondering, would you by chance know what mana is?"
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|Title= Adventurer
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<center>{{Message2
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|Width=80%
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|Type=Request
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|Sender=Wren the Watcher
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|Recipients=Everyone in the [[Melhed/Agyrian Academy|Agyrian Academy]]
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|Content=Crouched down, her soft boots crunching in the gravel along the edge of the cobbles, Wren tilts her head up at Jetta, closes her eyes, and also turns to enjoy the heat of the sun on her face.
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"Mana is like incindia. It is power. But it is invisible. I know little of it." she pipes melodically, her eyes remaining closed. A sigh of contentment escapes her lips and the young woman settles comfortably. "Do you know of Mana?"
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|Title= [[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]]
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<center>{{Message2
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|Width=80%
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|Type=Request
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|Sender=Jetta the Augur
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|Recipients=Everyone in the [[Melhed/Agyrian Academy|Agyrian Academy]]
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|Content=Continues looking up.
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"Believe it or not I can actually see the waves of mana. If you concentrate hard enough and meditate you can see the stream of mana circulating around you. You can even channel mana into magic scrolls to imbue them with magic power."
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Jetta then looks in her general direction and says with a smile.
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"You are looking lovely today aren't you Wren?"
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|Title= Adventurer
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}}</center>
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<center>{{Message2
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|Width=80%
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|Type=Request
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|Sender=Wren the Watcher
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|Recipients=Everyone in the [[Melhed/Agyrian Academy|Agyrian Academy]]
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|Content=Blink-blink.
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"Looking... lovely? Do I have streams of mana you can see?" Wren is confounded by the seeming change of topic and looks back toward Jetta with her delicate brow furrowed and head cocked to one side.
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|Title= [[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]]
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}}</center>
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<center>{{Message2
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|Type=Request
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|Sender=Jetta the Augur
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|Recipients=Everyone in the [[Melhed/Agyrian Academy|Agyrian Academy]]
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|Content=While still smiling.
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"Why yes indeed, your mana color seems to be a redish orange. That tells me you have an affinity for the fire element."
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She then turns back up to the sun.
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"Do me a favor, close your eyes, breath deep and concentrate on me. Focus your mind on me. Then tell me, can you by chance see it? It will be white, for me I have an affinity for ice."
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|Title= Adventurer
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<center>{{Message2
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|Type=Request
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|Sender=Wren the Watcher
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|Recipients=Everyone in the [[Melhed/Agyrian Academy|Agyrian Academy]]
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|Content=Wren stands up in surprise and looks at herself all over. Red? Orange? Those colours would attract too much attention in the wood!
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"I see no red, no orange, Jetta friend. Those colours make it too easy for the monsters to find a little one."
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Blink-blink. She turns a focused stare at Jetta who is turned up to the sun like a flower.
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"I see only you, Jetta friend. You glow in the sun."
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|Title= [[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]]
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<center>{{Message2
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|Type=Request
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|Sender=Jetta the Augur
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|Recipients=Everyone in the [[Melhed/Agyrian Academy|Agyrian Academy]]
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|Content=Jetta looks in the direction of Wren.
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"Do not worry, beasts like monsters and undead can not see mana, it is impossible. They do not maintain the same state of mind as humans do. If you study more at this Academy you can learn how to see mana waves. I am one of few who can actually accomplish this."
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Jetta walks towards Wren and takes her hand. She focuses on a specific point and both their hands begin glowing of their respective color of mana.
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"Well, this is interesting. We are more compatible in more ways than one."
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Jetta Kisses Wren on the cheek and starts to walk over to the library.
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"I am sure we will meet again Wren, it was wonderful to know you."
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|Title= Adventurer
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<center>{{Message2
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|Type=Report
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|Sender=Ryosuke Guile
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|Recipients=Everyone in the [[Agyr/Patricians/Academy|Agyrian Academy]]
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|Content=Standing on the foredeck of the Dawn Rider, Ryosuke Guile stands with his hands clasped behind his back, his white hair blowing gently in the pre-dawn stillness. Wearing a heavy cloak over his black and green robes, he has more the aura of a scholar than a battle-hardened cavalier. Looking forward, he sees the imposing cliffs and towering silhouette of Agyr City’s Imperial Palace looming on the horizon. Whistles and cries abound across the ship as the sailors begin preparations for final approach, using their signal lanterns in a codified way to notify the Agyrian Harbourmaster that they come in peace, and for non-mercantile purposes.
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The vessel he is aboard is the private Beluaterran carrack of House Guile, the thick planks visibly scarred with the signs of battle against humankind and Daimons, some even before the Age of Ruin. The sailors on board are well-versed in port etiquette and the practices of all major ports in the North, and they dutifully fulfill their obligations on approach as a deputy harbour-master is sent out to verify their claims and give them final access to the docks themselves.
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Things proceed smoothly and without delay, the Baron of Gihalcert’s ship being ushered into one of the two larger berths just inside the mouth of the Golden River. Giving a quick nod to Captain Phineas as he disembarks, Ryosuke finds himself strolling along a boulevard in the Plebeian’s District with his attendant rushing to keep up. Taking a left at the first major intersection, a gate looms in the distance with several sharply dressed guards inspecting those passing through into the Equite’s District.
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Flashing the jade token on his waist, the guards on duty look shocked momentarily and then immediately usher the young man through. Briskly passing the famous Flying Needle tailor shop, Ryosuke’s broken rainbow eyes are locked ahead as though possessed, his feet faltering not once as he maneuvers through the growing morning crowds towards his goal.
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The broad avenue of the trading district of Agyr has wares of all kinds, and qualities that the young baron had not seen in his life so far. But none of the things on the side of the road could catch his eye as he doggedly moved forward, the calling that had haunted him for so long becoming increasingly pronounced as he walks.
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Soon enough, Ryosuke stands at the base of the Eternal Flame with his eyes closed in deep contemplation. The pressure on his mind has released some, but also shifted a small distance away. Snapping his head to the East, the pull carries him out of the Imperial District and into the Patrician’s District.
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The expansive streets here are far less populated, and much more grandly decorated, showing the wealth of gold and history that has accumulated in the Jewel of the North. The old Noble Estates lie behind ornate stonework and steelwork fences, hidden behind delicately maintained gardens designed to stimulate the sense and stymie the eyes from piercing what secrets lie within. Yet again, the young baron has his eyes set solely forward as he finally feels a sense of relief rising within him as he approaches the Agyrian Academy.
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|Title= Baron of Gihalcert
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<center>{{Message2
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|Type=Report
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|Sender=Ryosuke Guile
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|Recipients=Everyone in the [[Agyr/Patricians/Academy|Agyrian Academy]]
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|Content=Faculty, Staff, and Students of the Agyrian Academy,
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With the recent developments occurring across the Island, such as the spawn of Jarbosh popping up everywhere, I think it best if we all increase our efforts and coordination in a more verbal fashion.
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I would like to encourage any information pertinent to these events to be shared, and recorded within the annals, as this is a most interesting time to be alive.
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Those of you that I have spoken with before know that I seek to aid in securing humanity's prolonged existence through academia and arcana, and to me it seems as though this situation offers us a chance to delve further into both than we have in a small Age.
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I shall begin:
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There have been massively increased reports of magic within the entire easterlands of Irondale, and it seems to have had a particular interest in Firbalt. None of my Agents have been able to discover an individual behind it, so we have assumed it is merely a byproduct of the ritual and subsequent illumination of Keffa. That damnable light is visible from my own estate, and makes sleeping an absolute disaster...but that's a different point.
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Not more than a day ago, a son of Jarbosh by the name of Bernard arrived in Porl and began ranting and raving about "It" coming to Beluaterra, but has not made any effort to explain whatever "It" may be. He has asked for followers to accompany him to Keffa, alongside innumerable beasts, vermin, and the like. I have no clue what this man is about, nor what his motives may be. I am awaiting further interaction to come to any sort of opinion about him.
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Several of the nobles of Irondale have expressed interest in following this man on his journey, and I am currently awaiting word from the Grandmistress of OS to see if we will be granted travel rights.
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Beyond that, there has been a noticeable uptick in rogue incursions lately, most likely associated with the increased reports of magic being used.
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If anyone has any information regarding the hijinks in the woods, please, do speak up.
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Ad Arcanum,
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Vox Noctis,
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|Title= Hierophant of Irondale
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<center>{{Message2
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|Type=Report
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|Sender=Aelanta Peregrine
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|Recipients=Everyone in the [[Agyr/Patricians/Academy|Agyrian Academy]]
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|Content=Who is this Jarbosh that you mention, my lord? You speak of him casually, as if everyone is supposed to know the name. To my shame I have never heard it before.
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|Title= Dame of Firbalt
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<center>{{Message2
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|Type=Report
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|Sender=Ryosuke Guile
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|Recipients=Everyone in the [[Agyr/Patricians/Academy|Agyrian Academy]]
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|Content=Dame Aelanta,
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I am glad you asked! I have done considerable research on the man known as Jarbosh, alongside public and family records of his appearances. I shall summarise:
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Jarbosh is an individual of much mystery, and more than a decent amount of infamy.
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He is reportedly quite a spellcaster, and always appears during times of great change. He was seen in the lands of Melhed during the monster invasion, and on the Eastern Continent many years ago. He comes and goes at random, striking wherever he wishes.
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The name of Jarbosh echoes throughout the world’s history, appearing and disappearing as he wills. Him, and his Servants, have been harbingers of ill-intent. I know of no positive things that carry his name.
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Thereby, I dislike the association these people have with him, and I seek to allay my growing fears by gathering information on his newly discovered children.
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Vox Noctis,
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Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver
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Delays.

Seven Rivers was aptly named, and the sleepy town at the junction of three of those was far less sleepy than usual. Leaning on her spear, the cloak dusty from travel, Nerta shakes her head at the news mumbled around town. The ferry was busy, some patrician had stubbed his toe or the like holding everyone up.

Shading her gaze from the setting sun the woman mutters to herself before moving to the taproom off the square. Probably time enough for dinner before they sort it out and she still had some coin from the bounties in Lastfell.
Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)


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Roleplay from Léandre Dameth
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Night had fallen for a couple hours now. Léandre Dameth, a nobleman of a minor family and his suite of servents-at-arms had decided to camp next to the river. Some of them were wounded, but apparently they were in good spirits. One of them took of his bag a mini-barrel of a dark-colored mead, another picked up a mandolin he bullied from a bard in Fronepu, and the merry troop was now singing vulgar songs about the intimity of the local Daishi priest and telling each other stories about the gymnastic exploits of the bartender's wife.

  Léandre listened for a moment, but quickly lost interest. Ah, silly peasants. What they were claiming- he knew full well due to his extended clerical education, was strictly anatomically impossible. He decided to wander about, without a real goal in mind, just to spend some time as he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep that night.

That's what he was doing when he noticed the hooded figure, not far from his band, probably waiting - like them- for morning to come so the ferryman would resume his activity.

Made unusually happy by  his recent victory against the monsters in Seven Rivers and the hydromel running down his bloodstream, he lifted his hand to greet the person.

"Hello traveller ! " He shouted in a playful voice.

​​​​​​​"We're drinking to the heroes who slain the monsters in Seven Rivers last night ! Do you care to join us?"
Léandre Dameth (Knight of Fronepu)


Request from Jetta the Augur
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Jetta is seen sitting out in the meadow. Suddenly there is a horde of undead pretty much on top of her. Yet suddenly all of the undead turn to dust. Jetta didn't even seem like she moved, but she can be seen sheathing her weapon. Though there was very little movement.

Random peasant #1: "Holy crap, I've never seen someone like that before, rumor has it she's blind. How did she do it?"

Random peasant #2: "I don't know, though for an adventurer it is not unheard of them having special skills."

Jetta then stands up and looks in the direction of the peasents staring at her. She walks over to them and says.

Jetta: "Is there a problem? The city is safe."

Peasent #1: "No, no problem ma'am."

Peasant #2: "Nah I don't wanna fight ya."

Jetta: "Good, I'll be on my way then."

Jetta walks away back to the Academy for classes to begin again.
Jetta the Augur (Adventurer)


Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver
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Mid way across the square Nerta glances up at the call. Her shimmering eyes take in the bright tabard over scale armour while her grip tightens on her spear. The lordling and his entourage were certainly a merry troupe to be sure, with flagons of ale and a lute of all things. The combination lent an air of enthusiasm to their song though not skill. Of course enough ale will make anyone think otherwise.

"Good..." Her voice a bit rough from lack of use she coughs and starts again.

"Good on you sir knight," her gaze flickering to the riotous troupe she adds, "But I'm not so sure I want to be the second verse to that son-...."

Cut off sharply, the woman reaches up to scratch at her temple even as a chill wind seems to rustle her cloak.

Clearing her throat again she amends, "What I mean to say is; I've had a long day and wouldn't wish to, dampen your party with a rough mood."
Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)


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Roleplay from Léandre Dameth
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Oh snap, Léandres thought at the stranger's reaction. That's not how you act toward commoners. Damn be that mead, that'll teach him to drink and lead at the same time

"Well, it's impossible anyway : the human body cannot stretch that much"

Well now Léandres it's now how to do it either. Keep your wits about you, will you ?

"EITHER WAY what I meant to say is, you don't have to stay with the farmers if you don't want to, but with the nearest step-inn more than ten miles away in the other direction, staying alone isn't very safe either is it ?"

It was a bit better, it is. Ah! Commoners, he thought. How can they be so simple yet so tricky? All he wanted was to try to be nice and now he felt like he was about to dodge a volley of arrows

"I'm going to wait for the sunrise before we go back to Fronepu, if you so want, you can wait with me. "
Léandre Dameth (Knight of Fronepu)


Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver
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The young man's literal take on the song had Nerta snort in surprise. Maybe his soldiers had been with a barmaid or two but not this patrician. Was that bashful glance full of hope then, or was the lordling embarrassed by his men?

"I'm heading that way too but I don't know..."

Idly scratching at her chin, the woman pointedly refrains from glaring at her nosy shadow.

"...if you'll find my company all that agreeable. Still I thank you for the offer." A hand on her belly under that cloak she adds, "Don't suppose there's any food though."
Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)


Roleplay from Léandre Dameth
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"There is, actually !"

A bright smile illuminated the young master's face. He signed the girl to wait for a minute, rushed toward his camp, pushed a drunk servant who fell asleep on the ground, and after a minute or two of fumbling around the campfire, he came back with two mugs of hot rancid smelling vegetable soup and hard oat bread. This kind of meal was hard to swallow but easy to carry around. You'd soak the bread onto the soup - for the soup was mainly water and didn't taste good anyway - it was better than nothing.

Still, Léandres presented the meal with a smile on his face, visibly happy to have something to propose.

"Shall we sit ? " He asked. "That'd be more comfortable, to eat"
Léandre Dameth (Knight of Fronepu)


Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver
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Nerta eyes the offered meal with a degree of skepticism. It would seem she was in the company of an inexperienced and poor patrician. He must be new. Still, she'd eaten worse and nearly been eaten by worse.

Taking the offered meal, her cloak shifts a bit as she gestures toward the camp with her chin. "Certainly... ah forgive me but, your name Sir knight? I am called Nerta."

Walking along with the man as she talks, she dips crusty bread into the soup to steal a quick bite. No wonder they were drinking.
Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)


Roleplay from Léandre Dameth
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"Léandre, of houFFe DameFF" he answered with a mouth full of bread. He was particularly hungry himself, and his rigorous training had pretty much killed his tastebuds. The sacrifices of war leave men scared such.

"A nobleman of many feats from a house of many distinctions !" he esclaimed as he walked alongside the woman. Then he paused to ponder a bit, visibly trying to think about something, then turned his face to her again :

"But of course, bragging would be impolite. What about you, Nerta ? What are you doing in the ... ehm..."

Second pause. What is the name of the world of the third estate, again? Ah, he was probably going to be impolite again

"...Farmlands ....?"
Léandre Dameth (Knight of Fronepu)


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Nerta takes her seat by the fire along the river shore and sets down her spear behind her before digging into the soup some more. Léandre hmm? Never heard of a house Dameff but it certainly sounds like he's from Fronepu with a name like that.

He was certainly, energetic. Actually reminded her of Vedens but the man was only a touch drunk next to that lush.

Choking down a bit more bread at the question those golden eyes flicker up to Léandre's before looking around the sleepy town. What was she doing here? The Queen's ring was fixed already and she'd gotten another Dragon's Tear, but there was still so much to do.

"I'm just helping to make the farms a little safer, nothing fancy. Occasional aiding the crown or however you say it."
Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)


Roleplay from Léandre Dameth
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Léandre nods. Something in him was expecting such an answer. People in arms were not unusual in this neck of the woods, and with the number always growing of monsters and undead rampaging the countryside, it was good that the commonfolk could defend itself.

After his initial outwardish attitude, Léandres wasn't really talkative and mostly listen to Nerta speak, happy to lend an ear. He'd look at her as she spoke, smiling happily but saying nothing of real substance. Nerta could learn a bit about him ; he really was a noble - but due to his young age and the lackluster status of his family, he was given the care of a small outpost near Fronepu, and his "troops" were just his manservents he had given swords to. Everything about the boy, indeed, screamed poor and without prestige.

They walked in circle for a couple hours, making mostly small talk. A couple hours later, the sky darkened, signaling the soon coming of dawn.

"I've only left for two days, but I'm already missing home !" he exclaimed. "Though my place is nothing fanciful, please come visit me sometimes ! The outpost is quite lonely, and my little people - not really interesting to listen to"
Léandre Dameth (Knight of Fronepu)


Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver
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Supper saw Nerta providing only the barest of conversation, mostly on the prompting of the Old Man. It truth the knight's tipsy awkwardness hardly bothered her, she had spent enough time with Vedens after all. But though Léandre was not unpleasant to speak with ... he was from another world. What could she really say?

Even their walk along the riverbank was filled with mostly tact pleasantries until she was prompted to discuss the week prior and the battle against the Necromancer of Seven Rivers. For all his inexperience, Léandre did seem keen for discussions of battle and monster slaying. It was perhaps the only matter the pair had in common and as the stars twinkle the woman actually began to relax.

Hood slipping back enough to reveal short hair, she even smiled on occasion in the midst of the excited questions around her battle with a Hunter in the snow.

For his part the eerie shimmer of the Old Man remained silent while reflected in the river, not wanting to intrude. Though Nerta despised his constant presence the elder statesmen wished the woman no ill and had in fact made a point of goading her to speak with the young knight. Better she not spend all her time in the company of Gods and Kings. A few friends her own age might see her through the dark times ahead.

As the yawns grew, and Léandre extended his invitation, Nerta hesitates, "I... I could probably stop by, if your House will have a guest that is. Most don't want to see ones like I walking up to the front gate."
Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)


Request from Jetta the Augur
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Jetta, for some odd reason, is laying on a bench outside the Academy.
Jetta the Augur (Adventurer)


Request from Wren the Watcher
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The afternoon is crisp: warm in the sun and chilly in the shade. Wren hops up toward the Academy and notices Jetta laying on a bench. "Jetta friend? Do you sleep?" she chirps inquisitively.
Wren the Watcher (Foederati)


Request from Jetta the Augur
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Jetta sits up and looking in Wren's direction even being blind she somehow still sees her.

"Oh hello Wren, no I am not asleep. Just simply resting my head. These strange powers of mine take a huge toll on me."

She then looks into the sun.

"I was wondering, would you by chance know what mana is?"
Jetta the Augur (Adventurer)


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Crouched down, her soft boots crunching in the gravel along the edge of the cobbles, Wren tilts her head up at Jetta, closes her eyes, and also turns to enjoy the heat of the sun on her face. "Mana is like incindia. It is power. But it is invisible. I know little of it." she pipes melodically, her eyes remaining closed. A sigh of contentment escapes her lips and the young woman settles comfortably. "Do you know of Mana?"
Wren the Watcher (Foederati)


Request from Jetta the Augur
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Continues looking up.

"Believe it or not I can actually see the waves of mana. If you concentrate hard enough and meditate you can see the stream of mana circulating around you. You can even channel mana into magic scrolls to imbue them with magic power."

Jetta then looks in her general direction and says with a smile.

"You are looking lovely today aren't you Wren?"
Jetta the Augur (Adventurer)


Request from Wren the Watcher
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Blink-blink. "Looking... lovely? Do I have streams of mana you can see?" Wren is confounded by the seeming change of topic and looks back toward Jetta with her delicate brow furrowed and head cocked to one side.
Wren the Watcher (Foederati)


Request from Jetta the Augur
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While still smiling.

"Why yes indeed, your mana color seems to be a redish orange. That tells me you have an affinity for the fire element."

She then turns back up to the sun.

"Do me a favor, close your eyes, breath deep and concentrate on me. Focus your mind on me. Then tell me, can you by chance see it? It will be white, for me I have an affinity for ice."
Jetta the Augur (Adventurer)


Request from Wren the Watcher
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Wren stands up in surprise and looks at herself all over. Red? Orange? Those colours would attract too much attention in the wood!

"I see no red, no orange, Jetta friend. Those colours make it too easy for the monsters to find a little one."

Blink-blink. She turns a focused stare at Jetta who is turned up to the sun like a flower.

"I see only you, Jetta friend. You glow in the sun."
Wren the Watcher (Foederati)


Request from Jetta the Augur
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Jetta looks in the direction of Wren.

"Do not worry, beasts like monsters and undead can not see mana, it is impossible. They do not maintain the same state of mind as humans do. If you study more at this Academy you can learn how to see mana waves. I am one of few who can actually accomplish this."

Jetta walks towards Wren and takes her hand. She focuses on a specific point and both their hands begin glowing of their respective color of mana.

"Well, this is interesting. We are more compatible in more ways than one."

Jetta Kisses Wren on the cheek and starts to walk over to the library.

"I am sure we will meet again Wren, it was wonderful to know you."
Jetta the Augur (Adventurer)


Report from Ryosuke Guile
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Standing on the foredeck of the Dawn Rider, Ryosuke Guile stands with his hands clasped behind his back, his white hair blowing gently in the pre-dawn stillness. Wearing a heavy cloak over his black and green robes, he has more the aura of a scholar than a battle-hardened cavalier. Looking forward, he sees the imposing cliffs and towering silhouette of Agyr City’s Imperial Palace looming on the horizon. Whistles and cries abound across the ship as the sailors begin preparations for final approach, using their signal lanterns in a codified way to notify the Agyrian Harbourmaster that they come in peace, and for non-mercantile purposes.

The vessel he is aboard is the private Beluaterran carrack of House Guile, the thick planks visibly scarred with the signs of battle against humankind and Daimons, some even before the Age of Ruin. The sailors on board are well-versed in port etiquette and the practices of all major ports in the North, and they dutifully fulfill their obligations on approach as a deputy harbour-master is sent out to verify their claims and give them final access to the docks themselves.

Things proceed smoothly and without delay, the Baron of Gihalcert’s ship being ushered into one of the two larger berths just inside the mouth of the Golden River. Giving a quick nod to Captain Phineas as he disembarks, Ryosuke finds himself strolling along a boulevard in the Plebeian’s District with his attendant rushing to keep up. Taking a left at the first major intersection, a gate looms in the distance with several sharply dressed guards inspecting those passing through into the Equite’s District.

Flashing the jade token on his waist, the guards on duty look shocked momentarily and then immediately usher the young man through. Briskly passing the famous Flying Needle tailor shop, Ryosuke’s broken rainbow eyes are locked ahead as though possessed, his feet faltering not once as he maneuvers through the growing morning crowds towards his goal.

The broad avenue of the trading district of Agyr has wares of all kinds, and qualities that the young baron had not seen in his life so far. But none of the things on the side of the road could catch his eye as he doggedly moved forward, the calling that had haunted him for so long becoming increasingly pronounced as he walks.

Soon enough, Ryosuke stands at the base of the Eternal Flame with his eyes closed in deep contemplation. The pressure on his mind has released some, but also shifted a small distance away. Snapping his head to the East, the pull carries him out of the Imperial District and into the Patrician’s District.

The expansive streets here are far less populated, and much more grandly decorated, showing the wealth of gold and history that has accumulated in the Jewel of the North. The old Noble Estates lie behind ornate stonework and steelwork fences, hidden behind delicately maintained gardens designed to stimulate the sense and stymie the eyes from piercing what secrets lie within. Yet again, the young baron has his eyes set solely forward as he finally feels a sense of relief rising within him as he approaches the Agyrian Academy.
Ryosuke Guile (Baron of Gihalcert)


Report from Ryosuke Guile
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Faculty, Staff, and Students of the Agyrian Academy,

With the recent developments occurring across the Island, such as the spawn of Jarbosh popping up everywhere, I think it best if we all increase our efforts and coordination in a more verbal fashion.

I would like to encourage any information pertinent to these events to be shared, and recorded within the annals, as this is a most interesting time to be alive.

Those of you that I have spoken with before know that I seek to aid in securing humanity's prolonged existence through academia and arcana, and to me it seems as though this situation offers us a chance to delve further into both than we have in a small Age.

I shall begin: There have been massively increased reports of magic within the entire easterlands of Irondale, and it seems to have had a particular interest in Firbalt. None of my Agents have been able to discover an individual behind it, so we have assumed it is merely a byproduct of the ritual and subsequent illumination of Keffa. That damnable light is visible from my own estate, and makes sleeping an absolute disaster...but that's a different point. Not more than a day ago, a son of Jarbosh by the name of Bernard arrived in Porl and began ranting and raving about "It" coming to Beluaterra, but has not made any effort to explain whatever "It" may be. He has asked for followers to accompany him to Keffa, alongside innumerable beasts, vermin, and the like. I have no clue what this man is about, nor what his motives may be. I am awaiting further interaction to come to any sort of opinion about him. Several of the nobles of Irondale have expressed interest in following this man on his journey, and I am currently awaiting word from the Grandmistress of OS to see if we will be granted travel rights. Beyond that, there has been a noticeable uptick in rogue incursions lately, most likely associated with the increased reports of magic being used.

If anyone has any information regarding the hijinks in the woods, please, do speak up.

Ad Arcanum,

Vox Noctis,
Ryosuke Guile (Hierophant of Irondale)


Report from Aelanta Peregrine
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Who is this Jarbosh that you mention, my lord? You speak of him casually, as if everyone is supposed to know the name. To my shame I have never heard it before.
Aelanta Peregrine (Dame of Firbalt)


Report from Ryosuke Guile
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Dame Aelanta,

I am glad you asked! I have done considerable research on the man known as Jarbosh, alongside public and family records of his appearances. I shall summarise:

Jarbosh is an individual of much mystery, and more than a decent amount of infamy.

He is reportedly quite a spellcaster, and always appears during times of great change. He was seen in the lands of Melhed during the monster invasion, and on the Eastern Continent many years ago. He comes and goes at random, striking wherever he wishes.

The name of Jarbosh echoes throughout the world’s history, appearing and disappearing as he wills. Him, and his Servants, have been harbingers of ill-intent. I know of no positive things that carry his name.

Thereby, I dislike the association these people have with him, and I seek to allay my growing fears by gathering information on his newly discovered children.

Vox Noctis,
Ryosuke Guile (Hierophant of Irondale)