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Post by Rane on Nov 16, 2013 0:32:53 GMT -5
*left near the war wizards tower in suzail.*
Greetings. This post may be known throughout the public that I Salazar Von Nefzon no longer claim the title of Red Wizard.
Signed, Salaza'r Von Nefzon
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Post by Rane on Nov 17, 2013 12:17:19 GMT -5
The wizard in blue after some time returns. He finds an open area of heavy walking traffic. The wizard amplifys his voice, not too loud but enough to gain the attention of the masses.
"Greetings fellow cormyrians. As you may of heard, I salazar von nefzon have stepped down as a red wizard. If you have not heard then you know now. And why would it matter you may wonder? Why would a random wizard be standing in the middle of suzail, telling a bunch of people he doesnt know about this? I tell you beacause it matters, because I am sorry, and because my existence is a threat to the safety of everyone.
I refuse to participate with an organization that is so corrupt, that it kills its own to get what it wants. I refuse to claim brotherhood to those who would wage war on cormyr even though it may not be aware...
Because of my decision, I will be hunted until I am dead, or until Thay deems it no longer neccassary and it is for this I apologize. They could come for me at any moment... So I will withdraw myself to less populated areas, and If I survive this storm I will return and serve Cormyr for the wrongs I have done."
*the wizard would hang around a moment longer*
Ooc: add to if you wish.
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Post by cassily on Nov 17, 2013 15:39:30 GMT -5
Cassily stops to listen to the wizard, tilting her head slightly.
"Hope you know poof. Sounds like going to need it, or good at hiding."
Jumps up in the air, turning into a raven. Cassily finds a low hanging branch to perch in, watching him.
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Post by Fenix on Nov 17, 2013 15:58:12 GMT -5
A man in a dark cloak recently dyed nods approvingly.
"A raging storm it will be too."
He seems to disappear into the crowd. A limping dog hobbles its way out of the crowd and curls nearby in the road. A vigilant look sits on his features.
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Post by quelunia on Nov 17, 2013 16:12:11 GMT -5
*a cloaked figure chatting and haggling with merchants stops turns and listens then nods following the man as he leaves*
Shesh 'Ahl cloaked and hooded with a long coat made of bears skin and chain shirt made of iron. Bags and a book tied to his side as well as a large sword strapped to his back.
* "Perhaps another like me, alone now and hunted."* Shesh mutters to himself.
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Post by Rane on Nov 17, 2013 16:13:29 GMT -5
*a cloaked figure chatting and haggling with merchants stops turns and listens then nods following the man as he leaves* Shesh 'Ahl cloaked and hooded with a long coat made of bears skin and chain shirt made of iron. Bags and a book tied to his side as well as a large sword strapped to his back. * "Perhaps another like me, alone now and hunted."* Shesh mutters to himself. +1 |
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Post by cassily on Nov 17, 2013 16:17:35 GMT -5
The birds head tilts from one side to the other as it listens to the cloaked man. Slowly the raven nods its head in agreement to his mutters. The ravens calls sound more like words.
"Alone"
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Post by quelunia on Nov 17, 2013 16:27:25 GMT -5
The birds head tilts from one side to the other as it listens to the cloaked man. Slowly the raven nods its head in agreement to his mutters. The ravens calls sound more like words. "Alone" *looks to the sky seeing the bird who's eyes emit intelligence, and nods some then glances about pulling his hood tighter* |
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Post by cassily on Nov 17, 2013 16:32:07 GMT -5
The ravens light blue eyes would be watching him closely.
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Post by PhatDorf on Nov 17, 2013 16:46:59 GMT -5
A muscular woman with freakishly long golden hair, and wearing heavy platemail adorned with the purple tabard of a RCMH firstsword stood in the busy market at her usual spot would have looked over at the man as he gave his speech.
She'd rub at the scar over her nose in thought and comment, probably more to herself than anyone around her, though she'd be audible.
"Brave, if true. May the gods favour you in the hardships to come."
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Post by FORSETIS on Nov 17, 2013 17:43:04 GMT -5
*Butcher throws a cherry pie at Sal, slipping away with a giggle before he can see if the pie landed a hit or not*
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Post by Rane on Nov 18, 2013 15:36:15 GMT -5
The wizard teleports away with a loud CRACK!
Instantly he appears in espar his face covered in cherry pie.....
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