Unti Family/Nerta/A3S1
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| Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Seven Rivers | |
| 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) | |
| Roleplay from Léandre Dameth | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Seven Rivers | |
| 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) | |
| Report from Jetta the Augur | |
| Message sent to Everyone in the Agyrian Academy | |
| 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) | |
