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| + | === Summer Evening - [[Perdan]] === | ||
| + | ==== Ryndhal Nabarl ==== | ||
| + | The ancient priest walked slowly through the streets of the city. It had been a long, long time since he’d last been here, so long ago that he couldn’t even recall which banners flew from the towers... | ||
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| + | The people here seemed livelier that those at “home”, though, as those that knew him were aware, “home” for Ryndhal would always be on the southern coast. A general air of celebration filled the streets, and the old man smiled as he continued his explorations... | ||
Revision as of 13:15, 6 June 2020
| Dubhaine Family | |
| Fame | 40 |
| Wealth | 19485 |
| Home Region | Ashforth |
| Home World | East Continent |
1st June
Summer Day - Evora
Zenta Carson
Celebration in Negev
Negev, in a celebratory uproar for its new wall, announces games drink food for all who come.
Up on a stage constructed by engineers Zenta comes out and addresses the good people of the region.
"WELCOME ONE IN ALL!!!! To the celebration of a life time. To commemorate the new Motte and Bailey. Our engineers have done a magnificent job on improving our wall and thus securing our southern borders from invasion. Feel free to drink and eat as much as you like. The games will begin soon."
Zenta bows to his people and exits the stage.
5th June
Summer Evening - Perdan
Ryndhal Nabarl
The ancient priest walked slowly through the streets of the city. It had been a long, long time since he’d last been here, so long ago that he couldn’t even recall which banners flew from the towers...
The people here seemed livelier that those at “home”, though, as those that knew him were aware, “home” for Ryndhal would always be on the southern coast. A general air of celebration filled the streets, and the old man smiled as he continued his explorations...
