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|Content=Dropping a few more sacks of gold in the temple vault, Nerta signals for the rest of the Equities from the bank to drop the rest. | |||
Her Majesty certainly was, generous. The donation was almost enough for the final restoration of this old building. | |||
The libraries and labs had been refurbished years ago, but coaxing old Masters from exile had been tricky. Many of the alchemists, librarians and of course Augurs had turned up without prompting, but the disciples of Veber Klotz and his Factorium were no where to be seen. | |||
When they'd been lost, few tears were shed, and yet.... man's experiments had been as horrifying as they were effective. In this Age of Shadow such genius had it's potential. | |||
Or so the Old Man tried to convince the perpetually scowling woman. | |||
"I don't care how brilliant the butcher was, he chopped up my people. Just so he could make crude copies." | |||
Arguing with her shadow, the woman steps out into the icy square across from the Eternal Flame only to smirk at the familiar figure walking up the road. | |||
"Well, well... Still alive thrice-blessed fool?" | |||
|Title=[[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | |||
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|Sender=Tyler | |||
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|Content=Tyler wanderers his way down the street admitting all the sites and sounds of this city so far away from his own home. Ever since his encounter with the mysterious wolf he's had an urge to travel to the very end of the continent. Some force urging his mind and body to make all haste. | |||
Could it be the eternal flame he was sent here for? Perhaps another round of meditation and reflection as he did with the seeping giant. | |||
Little did he know the reason for his arrival was about to call him a fool. | |||
Tyler snapped out of his thoughts as the sounds of a familiar preistess echos in his ear. | |||
"Aye I'm still alive preistess though to be honest I was almost food for that mighty tree you sent me to. Seems our paths cross again and once again it seems this was the gods doing. Cant rightly say why we crossed paths again perhaps you have some idea. When you have time perhaps we can talk I have quite the story to share. | |||
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|Content= | |Content="Had some trouble with the wards did you?" | ||
Eying him critically she walks across the square to stand in the shadow of the Eternal Fire. | |||
"Did you get the blessing you sought?" | |||
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|Content= | |Content=Tyler nodded at the preistess removing the shield from his back and pointing to the image of a hinge. The hinge is unchanged from the last time he showed off his prized possession but whats different is there is now a fercious wolf with it's jaws held open as I'f trying to bite down and crush the hinge between it's jaws. | ||
I | "I found this on my shield upon waking up from a nasty fight with a strange wolf twice my size and made of thick roots. I suspect your wolf god decided to see if I was worthy of living." Tyler summarize the fight with the wolf ( I can repost the old rp if Bob decides he wants to get involved in the rp) | ||
I have | " Since then I have had the urge to head to the far shores agyr. Sometimes I swear I can see the same wolf speaking to me in my dreams urging me on demanding I set out immediately. Probably an overactive imagination I thought. But once again I arrive and find out paths cross and I'm not so sure it's my imagination anymore. Is it unusual to have one of your gods speak to a mortal? Even fulcrum has never tried to speak directly to me certainly he does not invade my dreams. And the dreams are only getting more intense. Some nights I choose not to sleep rather then risk having another dream. Im here hoping you'll tell me I'm simply losing my mind. But I doupt my luck will hold in that regard | ||
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|Content= | |Content="So, you got the attention of the Gods... I'm sorry." | ||
Shadows dance as the woman looks away. | |||
"You're not alone in this. [[Unti Family/Nerta/A1S4|Jacinda]], my... friend was drawn here by the Wolf Lord two years ago. We've been on a fool quest to save the world ever since." Bob, may as well be an avatar of the hunt at this point. [[Unti Family/Nerta/A4S1|Grante]] was personally saved by the Trickster, who also visited Ra of Thalmarkin on the road. I hear they played [[Unti Family/Nerta/A4S4|chess]]..." | |||
Scrubbing her face the woman slips into her practiced scowl. | |||
"All while I have the attention of the Dark Mistress and her agent, the Old Man." | |||
The Eternal Fire crackles in the silence. | |||
"Now that you're here the dreams should fade, for a time. Eventually they will call upon you again, and send you to work on something of significance. In the mean time, some of the Augurs here at the temple can train you on how to interpret prophetic dreams, and sleep despite them." | |||
"I know it's a lot to take in so... if you want to just kill some things: I've been summoned to [[Seven Rivers]], by mundane letter, to help Soren handle some trouble down in the Sick." | |||
"Welcome to the faith, even if you've not chosen it, it's chosen you." | |||
|Title=[[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | |Title=[[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | ||
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|Content=Tyler nodded at the preistess removing the shield from his back and pointing to the image of a hinge. The hinge is unchanged from the last time he showed off his prized possession but whats different is there is now a fercious wolf with it's jaws held open as I'f trying to bite down and crush the hinge between it's jaws. | |||
"I found this on my shield upon waking up from a nasty fight with a strange wolf twice my size and made of thick roots. I suspect your wolf god decided to see if I was worthy of living." Tyler summarize the fight with the wolf ( I can repost the old rp if Bob decides he wants to get involved in the rp) | |||
" Since then I have had the urge to head to the far shores agyr. Sometimes I swear I can see the same wolf speaking to me in my dreams urging me on demanding I set out immediately. Probably an overactive imagination I thought. But once again I arrive and find out paths cross and I'm not so sure it's my imagination anymore. Is it unusual to have one of your gods speak to a mortal? Even fulcrum has never tried to speak directly to me certainly he does not invade my dreams. And the dreams are only getting more intense. Some nights I choose not to sleep rather then risk having another dream. Im here hoping you'll tell me I'm simply losing my mind. But I doupt my luck will hold in that regard | |||
|Title=Thrice-Blessed | |||
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! House Keeping | |||
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|Sender=Nerta the Weaver | |||
|Recipients=Personal message to each member of the Old Gods | |||
|Content=How fares? | |||
I'm curious if you need anything, or have any goals in mind for the future. | |||
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|Sender= | |Sender=Anyte Luitolf | ||
|Recipients=Personal message to Nerta the Weaver | |Recipients=Personal message to Nerta the Weaver | ||
|Content= | |Content=Good Priestess Nerta, | ||
I have been doing a lot of thinking lately, and the more I see in noble life the more it sickens me. It is nothing but people calling each other daimon worshipers without justification, and senseless, ages old hate. | |||
I have considered dawning the robes in service to my Dark Mistress in a more direct way. What are your thoughts on this? Where would I be useful if I did so? What would the responsibilities be? | |||
|Title= | |Title=Duchess of the Bathory | ||
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|Content= | |Content=Being a Guardian doesn't change the hatred and lies of Patricians, it just means you spend more time with the Plebeians. They're more honest, for the most part. | ||
That said, I've seen your limp. You probably won't be on the front lines. So if you want to be a Guardian it'll be up to you to decide what that even means. How can you help people? What speaks to you? | |||
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! | ! Katalynfae Dragul | ||
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|Content= | |Content=Welcome Katalynfae, | ||
Here for the monster killing or had sent else caught your eye? | |||
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|Sender= | |Sender=Katalynfae Dragul | ||
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|Content= | |Content=My Lady Senex, | ||
The veiled Lady of Obia has grown cold and only wished my coin. As a young girl on Dwilight, my grandmother told me of gods older than the lands. So, I chose to see if Granny was telling true tales, not just stories to entertain her small grand daughter. | |||
I had spoken to your priest in Kell and was intrigued by the opportunity to follow different paths within this faith. We did not have the opportunity to speak long, because evidently, I earned the hatred of the Reven's perverted religion by tearing down their temple. And now they attack us. | |||
I look forward to learning more of The Old Gods to know where I would like to serve, | |||
|Title= | |Title=Praetrix of Shattered Vales | ||
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|Content= | |Content=I am afraid that you have things exactly backwards. Given your background I'm not surprised. | ||
You do not serve the faith, it serves you. | |||
I imagine Balin spoke of the Gods, at least in passing. Did anything about that peak your curiosity? Then again you said you felt a calling to try something different, what does that look like to you? | |||
We have answers, but do you have the questions for our answers? | |||
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|Content= | |Content=Thank you all for the warm welcome. There are two that seem to be striving to get my attention. The Ice Queen and the Ephemeral Emperor. They call to the two different sides of me. | ||
At the suggestion of Priestess Nerti, as soon as this infernal war with Reven is done, I will undertake a quest to determine which I will follow most closely. For now can we leave the temple opem to any of the Old Gods who wish to occupy it for a time? | |||
|Title=Praetrix of Shattered Vales | |||
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|Content=Fate vs Fortune is a challenging line to walk. Hopefully the Gods are patient as you handle mundane matters. I'd not be surprised if they start to intrude one way or another. | |||
I leave piles of bricks to Balin, that's his specialty. I think only the temple in Vore was dedicated in full, or was it Pomatim? | |||
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! Felix | |||
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|Content= | |Content=Welcome Felix, | ||
What brings you to the temple, monster killing or something else? | |||
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|Content=I was originally already part of the sanctum. However, a illness came to me which put me out of commission for a said bit of time. Now that I gave recovered I wish to rejoin. These continuing where I left monster killing and such others. | |||
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! Soren Navaar | |||
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|Content= | |Content=Things are well enough. | ||
When I found that old Melite ring I sent you, I had a run in with some wolves in The Sick. one of them, I could have sworn was the legendary Blackjaw itself. I've been contemplating a hunt these days to go and find it, and if I'm lucky, I'll get some clues as to what causes the undead to spawn there so frequently. Seven Rivers has always attracted necromancers and I have the scrolls to prove it. | |||
Care to go for a hunt? | |||
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|Content=A single branch. That's all it took to get the wolfs attention. It seemed sturdy enough to grab onto for support but almost immediately snapped I'm half when he reached out to grab it. The wolf bright eyes met his and for just a moment it seemed it was going to snap the very tree he stood in in half. He saw the irritation turn to bloodlust in the beasts eyes when it stumbled into his little trap. The only problem now was the beast knew exactly where he was. Luckily the wolf attention snapped to his two companions. Well if he was going to make a move it needed to be now. | |||
Tyler tested the strength of the branch he stood on. It seemed sturdy enough though if he's wrong he will be too dead for it to matter. He took a long deep breath and steadied his nerves. And then he two quick steps as far out as he dared be on the branch and leaped from the top of it. | |||
He had only one thought as he plummeted his dagger held firmly in both hands towards the massive wolfs back. Please don't miss. | |||
The daggers pierces the wolfs back leg from the base of the tail and the weight of Tyler's body dragged the blade down nearly a foot before the flesh held the blade firmly in place. The wolf let out a defending howl causing Tyler's ears to ring nearly making him lose his grip on the blade. The wolf began to flail violently in an attempt to shake off his attacker which unfortunately for Tyler was working inch by inch he could see the dagger sliding from the wound and when he finally got dislodged he would be falling into the middle of a waiting and hungry pack. All he could do now was hold on and see what happens next. | |||
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