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|Recipients=Personal message to Grante Le Monte | |Recipients=Personal message to Grante Le Monte | ||
|Content=A dusty desert town eh? What's it like? I'll not be there any time soon since I'm currently in Hopidrii... | |Content=A dusty desert town eh? What's it like? I'll not be there any time soon since I'm currently in Hopidrii... | ||
+ | |Title=[[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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+ | |colspan=1 | <center> {{Message2 | ||
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+ | |Type=Report | ||
+ | |Sender=Grante Le Monte | ||
+ | |Recipients=Personal message to Nerta the Weaver | ||
+ | |Content=A town for now, but soon it will be the small city that lights the way to those lost in the desert and displaced by the necromancers of the south. | ||
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+ | And understandable. I believe it has been tough in Irondale to secure a priest for our realm. I have even considered it once or twice, but I am needed at the helm of our military still. | ||
+ | |Title=Duke of Land's End, Earl of Heen | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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+ | |colspan=1 | <center> {{Message2 | ||
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+ | |Type=Request | ||
+ | |Sender=Nerta the Weaver | ||
+ | |Recipients=Personal message to Grante Le Monte | ||
+ | |Content=Each finds their own way, and really given your background fighting with the army is probably your calling. Perhaps you'd like some sort of official title to that end? | ||
+ | |Title=[[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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+ | ! Restoration | ||
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+ | |colspan=1 | <center> {{Message2 | ||
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+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Nerta the Weaver | ||
+ | |Recipients=Everyone in Agyr | ||
+ | |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. | ||
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+ | Her Majesty certainly was, generous. The donation was almost enough for the final restoration of this old building. | ||
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+ | 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. | ||
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+ | 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. | ||
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+ | Or so the Old Man tried to convince the perpetually scowling woman. | ||
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+ | "I don't care how brilliant the butcher was, he chopped up my people. Just so he could make crude copies." | ||
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+ | 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. | ||
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+ | "Well, well... Still alive thrice-blessed fool?" | ||
+ | |Title=[[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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+ | |colspan=1 | <center> {{Message2 | ||
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+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Tyler | ||
+ | |Recipients=Everyone in Agyr | ||
+ | |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. | ||
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+ | 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. | ||
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+ | Little did he know the reason for his arrival was about to call him a fool. | ||
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+ | Tyler snapped out of his thoughts as the sounds of a familiar preistess echos in his ear. | ||
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+ | "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. | ||
+ | |Title=Thrice-Blessed | ||
+ | }}</center> | ||
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+ | |colspan=1 | <center> {{Message2 | ||
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+ | |Type=Roleplay | ||
+ | |Sender=Nerta the Weaver | ||
+ | |Recipients=Everyone in Agyr | ||
+ | |Content="Had some trouble with the wards did you?" | ||
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+ | Eying him critically she walks across the square to stand in the shadow of the Eternal Fire. | ||
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+ | "Did you get the blessing you sought?" | ||
|Title=[[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | |Title=[[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | ||
}}</center> | }}</center> | ||
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