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Anyone nearer yet might hear the sound of something heavy slumping against the solid wood, and maybe even a gusty groan. | Anyone nearer yet might hear the sound of something heavy slumping against the solid wood, and maybe even a gusty groan. | ||
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A forbiddingly high window in Fronepu's Cerulean tower is lit with aggressively flickering firelight from within. The panes have been swung wide open to either side and dark curtains hang clinging to the small balcony railing. A shadow passing by tells of a figure within. | A forbiddingly high window in Fronepu's Cerulean tower is lit with aggressively flickering firelight from within. The panes have been swung wide open to either side and dark curtains hang clinging to the small balcony railing. A shadow passing by tells of a figure within. | ||
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New Ar Agyr, its roots bathed deeply in the history of his North, is proclaimed high above the night sky. | New Ar Agyr, its roots bathed deeply in the history of his North, is proclaimed high above the night sky. | ||
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The sturdy man known as Elios can be seen stalking slowly toward the tournament grounds, fully armed save for the helm dangling loosely from one hand. | |||
"Good fortune to all," he murmurs, almost as though to himself, as he passes the small crowd in the tavern. | |||
Where in past he had been animated and jovial, at this tournament he had been agitated, confused, and standoffish in turn. Strange indeed. | |||
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Elios stood atop the gate to the city of Vore, wind lashing his loose hair around his face, unbuttoned coat billowing. His eyes were closed, head thrown back in an expression of ecstasy. | |||
''Come to Fronepu, they said...'' | |||
He laughed, a wild sound that erupted through his teeth. | |||
''A war... a WAR... if only they knew! Tiny humanity...'' | |||
Hazel eyes opened wide into the wind, staring up into the mountains. The Roof of the World. The shadow of dark mountains huddled in scudding clouds reflected in his unblinking gaze. | |||
''If only they knew...'' | |||
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Letter from Elios Everlight<br> | |||
Message sent to all nobles of New Ar Agyr (9 recipients) | |||
Bergelmir, Aeravon: | |||
Odd things are afoot in my City. | |||
'''Just from the regular gossip around Vore, you hear the following rumour:<br> | |||
'''Old Timers watching the waters tell tales that there are strange creatures in the deep waters that do not belong.'''''' | |||
Do you know anything of this? | |||
EE | |||
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Elios, wide-eyed, stared at the parchments in his hands. | |||
This 'Nyx' had admitted to dealing in dishonorable, shadowy business--attacking nobility!, and now was translating bizarre tongues without issue. ''Who is she?'' More than that, his comrades--people he had known for years, fought beside, trusted--were endorsing and congratulating her? | |||
"It is worse that I feared..." the murmur a low growl. | |||
He stood, letting the parchments fall to the floor. The area around his table was like the ground under a mighty oak in autumn, with endless sheets layered and walked upon. Only three pages remained on the tabletop: a letter from Bergelmir, a letter from Aeravon, and a map. | |||
His boots crunched and scuffed through the littered parchments as he stalked to the pile of armor in the corner of the room. Aggression mixed with hestitance in his stride. | |||
"The time has come. I must act. There is no time left to watch and learn." | |||
He spared a glance out the window, to where the Roof of the World could be seen looming over Vore. | |||
"For the North." | |||
Latest revision as of 03:51, 17 September 2024
A voice of imperious insistence can be heard reverberating off several chiseled stone walls in the tower district. The words are nearly unintelligible regardless of proximity.
Those near enough to see the kerfuffle are gifted the unforgettable image of a black-and-green-armored nobleman with wild long hair dragging the New Ar Agyr banner behind him, shooing the doorman from the Cerulean Tower and stumbling in evident exhaustion across the threshold to slam the door behind him.
Anyone nearer yet might hear the sound of something heavy slumping against the solid wood, and maybe even a gusty groan.
---
A forbiddingly high window in Fronepu's Cerulean tower is lit with aggressively flickering firelight from within. The panes have been swung wide open to either side and dark curtains hang clinging to the small balcony railing. A shadow passing by tells of a figure within.
He paces the room like a feral creature. Bare-chested above finely crafted but heavily worn trousers and boots. Long wild hair, pressed flat and greasy in a helmet print, crowns his watchful noble features above endlessly roving eyes. The soiled New Ar Agyr banner is rumpled in one corner of the room, a cowering tomcat with ears pressed against its skull hiding amongst discarded armor.
Scarred, muscular hands knot and twine as though wrestling with each other as he paces. The movement equal parts hostile and anxious. The only sound occasional crackles of fire as he moves noiselessly through the shadowed space.
A floor beam lets out a whimper under his weight. The sound startles him and he drops immediately into a defensive crouch. Eyes wide, hands curled into claws.
Moments pass. The firelight slowly deepens, its orange glow fading to red and almost purple. Wide eyes fix upon it. Under the fire's influence they slowly returning to a more natural, watchful gaze.
Elios rises from the floor. Standing erect, chin held high, he moves imperiously to the window to stare out into the darkened city below. A thought causes a wrinkle to his brow and he returns to the room, seeking and retrieving the discarded banner. It hangs long in his grasp like a cat resisting capture as he steps onto the balcony once more.
On the edge of the railing he finds the spurs and drops the banner onto them, letting it unfurl in the moonlight.
New Ar Agyr, its roots bathed deeply in the history of his North, is proclaimed high above the night sky.
---
The sturdy man known as Elios can be seen stalking slowly toward the tournament grounds, fully armed save for the helm dangling loosely from one hand.
"Good fortune to all," he murmurs, almost as though to himself, as he passes the small crowd in the tavern.
Where in past he had been animated and jovial, at this tournament he had been agitated, confused, and standoffish in turn. Strange indeed.
---
Elios stood atop the gate to the city of Vore, wind lashing his loose hair around his face, unbuttoned coat billowing. His eyes were closed, head thrown back in an expression of ecstasy.
Come to Fronepu, they said...
He laughed, a wild sound that erupted through his teeth.
A war... a WAR... if only they knew! Tiny humanity...
Hazel eyes opened wide into the wind, staring up into the mountains. The Roof of the World. The shadow of dark mountains huddled in scudding clouds reflected in his unblinking gaze.
If only they knew...
---
Letter from Elios Everlight
Message sent to all nobles of New Ar Agyr (9 recipients)
Bergelmir, Aeravon:
Odd things are afoot in my City.
Just from the regular gossip around Vore, you hear the following rumour:
Old Timers watching the waters tell tales that there are strange creatures in the deep waters that do not belong.'
Do you know anything of this?
EE
---
Elios, wide-eyed, stared at the parchments in his hands.
This 'Nyx' had admitted to dealing in dishonorable, shadowy business--attacking nobility!, and now was translating bizarre tongues without issue. Who is she? More than that, his comrades--people he had known for years, fought beside, trusted--were endorsing and congratulating her?
"It is worse that I feared..." the murmur a low growl.
He stood, letting the parchments fall to the floor. The area around his table was like the ground under a mighty oak in autumn, with endless sheets layered and walked upon. Only three pages remained on the tabletop: a letter from Bergelmir, a letter from Aeravon, and a map.
His boots crunched and scuffed through the littered parchments as he stalked to the pile of armor in the corner of the room. Aggression mixed with hestitance in his stride.
"The time has come. I must act. There is no time left to watch and learn."
He spared a glance out the window, to where the Roof of the World could be seen looming over Vore.
"For the North."