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Post by DOT on Feb 22, 2014 2:19:03 GMT -5
"Glory to Thay. Hail Typhon." -Sir Ahmed BLACKPsychologically black means authority, power and control. In many situations it can be intimidating, unfriendly and unapproachable. Alternatively, it can be seen as sophisticated, dignified and serious. It is intimidating and controlling, although its power can instill confidence in some. Black creates an air of mystery and secrecy. Sometimes people hide behind its unapproachable facade. In very small amounts it can add strength and confidence without becoming overpowering.
GOLDIt is seen as the color of inner wisdom, quality and wealth. It is associated with prestige, luxury and material wealth, suggesting that a product or service is expensive and exclusive.Physiologically, it can induce great feelings of happiness and bliss or alternatively, deep anxiety and fear.It implies generosity of time, money and spirit. It is the color of victory.[]~~~~~~~~~~~~~[] These are the colors of the Thayan Knight. Wear them with pride.
These are the colors of Typhon. Be humbled by them.
They are your history. They are your core. They are your future.
OOC: Ahmed's original soundtrack theme, adds more depth to his character I feel.
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Post by DOT on Jan 12, 2015 1:17:20 GMT -5
THE OBSIDIAN ORDER (In Game Bio)
A solid and heavy armor is before you. It looks similar to the deep black polish of obsidian; the large plates are smooth save for small razor edges at the joints. A serpentine theme is carried through it.
Helmless: Magical tattoos adorn his head, surrounding a jackal's face... the mark of Typhon at the center of his forehead.
His beastly voice is deep, and his words are few. By his mannerisms, one might believe him to be intelligent, wise, and charismatic... someone sane, practical and very patient.
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Post by DOT on Mar 4, 2015 13:52:10 GMT -5
UNDER THE NIGHT
A formal military document passes hands at the Thayan Embassy of the Enclave at Proskur.
It reads as follows:
Thayan Knight: 2nd Tour, Cormyr
Name: Albayati, Ahmed Rank: Corporal Legion: The Obsidian Order (7th Legion)
Corporal Albayati, is hereby transferred to the Enclave at Proskur. He will serve well in "fostering good relations" with the Crown of Cormyr as we continue to strive for "better trade agreements" with foreign nationals.
~the document goes in excess verbiage and such~
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Post by DOT on Mar 4, 2015 14:14:23 GMT -5
AN AFFIRMING FLAME
It was well into the night.
In a small 2nd floor room overlooking the square at the Enclave of Proskur, solid figure reclined in a chair as he looked down onto the courtyard.
He watched the hustle and bustle of mercantilism, alone with his thoughts. Not much has changed since I was last here. Still the same routes, still the same people.
News of political involvement of one of Thay's factions did reach me no more than tenday ago. Seems the Banites are at it again.
He sighs and stands up, grabbing a book from the shelf to look over security reports from the night before. One does not an empire make when its dogs are foaming at the mouths. Subtlety and patience are key. Tact is required to earn trust, and once that trust is earned...
He smiles some to himself, arranging his gear for the day before heading to the shrine of Set to tithe.
Perhaps the tombs and crypts of Cormyr will provide me with some necessary... disposable income.
Now fully armored, he ritualistically lowers the helm upon his head... chanting a soldier's mantra that was drilled into his mind.
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Post by DOT on Mar 6, 2015 1:33:45 GMT -5
THE RECONSECRATION
The evening was most... eventful. I had managed to obtain permission to take The Living Doll outside the enclave. All tests went smoothly. Orders were followed to the letter. She even threw herself upon a trap to prevent me harm.
By Typhon's divine providence, we formed party with Isidorus of Mulhorand. The crypt of Gaunt was ripe for the taking, and we proceeded to loot and defile it to our heart's content.
At an appropriate place deep in the crypt's bowels, we performed His most favored ceremony... The Rite of Reconsecration. At the choice location, we dedicated a tomb and enshrined it to His name. Any other details, are best kept in mind.
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Post by DOT on Mar 6, 2015 22:31:16 GMT -5
EVERYONE ENJOYS A PROPER STONING
It would seem, things have picked up right where they were left.
I had participated in a muster for the Gaunt Volunteers... how curious the dissent in their ranks are, and what a boon it is to have something to test.
The mission provided, involved the hunting of cockatrice, and their stone gaze was... entertaining.
Needless to say, someone did become stone during the heat of battle, an elf I believe. Things were halted, but eventually the group moved on... leaving the woman unattended.
I recall, at the beginning of the muster, Callen warned us of an assassin, a Cyrist woman garbed in dark cloth.
In retrospect, it would have been easy to destroy that unprotected stone elf, and plant a symbol of Cyric. Things always seem better in hindsight. Ah well, anything to weaken power bases.
After some time collecting the necessary tools and items in the Enclave, Ahmed sat quietly, and patiently carved several symbols of Cyric into stone.
Puppetry is a masterful skill to hone. This mad Cyric will become quite useful to me, though we shall likely never meet.
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Post by DOT on Mar 9, 2015 1:47:07 GMT -5
THE CHIEFTAIN TASK: Bramble Gnolls
A task was ordered to be completed by the powers that be. There was rumored a tribe of gnolls not far from the border within Cormyr.
It was required that the chieftain be captured alive, and brought to the Enclave at Proskur.
Given the current state of affairs with Cormyr, a contingent of Thayan Knights operating within the Bramble Wood was out of the question.
Therefore, locals mercenaries were deemed necessary for the mission. Khalidor the man, Mystogen the elf and his elf companion, Rausk the dwarf, and Rogis of the Clan Greybeard.
The task was completed efficiently and with professionalism for the most part. Payment was rendered.
The Enclave now has the chieftain of the local gnoll tribe, what the Lords plan to do with him is beyond my station.
Though rumor has it, the capture of other chieftains are currently in progress.
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Post by DOT on Mar 10, 2015 0:24:39 GMT -5
THE CHIEFTAIN TASK: Gaunt Orcs Another mission was given out by the powers that be. Upon discovery of a cave system near the town of
Greatgaunt, encounters with an orc tribe soon followed.
Per orders, the chieftain was to be captured alive and brought to the Enclave under darkness for... "conditioning".
Due to the close vicinity of the caves to the town, a smaller extraction team was required. Enter the Setites, Ahmed of Thay and Isidorus of Mulhorand.
The task was completed quickly and uneventfully, and the conditioning process has been completed.
Both the orc and the gnoll chieftain, have been released back into their respective tribes for reasons unknown.
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Post by DOT on Mar 10, 2015 21:24:52 GMT -5
THE CHIEFTAIN TASK: Bramblewood Bugbears
The final mission. As with all things we sat with CENSORED and went over the evening's mission.
It was to be a party of four and as we discussed locations, vicinities, and other information...
the plan formulated well into something perfect and cohesive, and all the cracks were filled.
If we are anything, then we are efficient, intelligent, and put our shoulder to the grindstone as we demand nothing less than success.
Sharn, Viktor, Isidorus, and myself.
The night was a complete success. The bugbear chieftain captured, and a new path to the Enclave was found.
Glory to Thay, with Cormyr none the wiser.
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Post by DOT on Mar 30, 2015 0:07:45 GMT -5
THE FROZEN THRONE: King of the Ice Giants
A walk in winter.
A raven, a dwarf, an elf. The guides.
A flurry of light, softly below.
Alexial. Mathias. For the State we love and know.
Vladimir. William. Two by two in the snow.
Ahmed. Isidorus. By the power of the gods.
To the Storm Horns we go.
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A battle impossible. Won.
The King is dead. Long live the King.
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Post by DOT on Apr 3, 2015 18:29:24 GMT -5
Duty of a Corporal
The undulating mass that composes the Volunteers of Greatgaunt...
is a task to test organization, control, communication, and discipline skills.
As of this writing, I hold the position of Corporal, and my methods are effective.
They must be effective.
Ahmed walked the length of the Greatgaunt barracks, familiar now with its occupants. He would take an ink jar and quill from his pack, sitting at the table that held but a single load of bread.
With care, he began to pen the following notice:
Officer Promotion & Management
by Corporal Ahmed Albayati
ATT: Volunteer Privates
Motivated and effective Officers are an absolute must for any successful group. Whether that group is a trade consortium, muster group, a religiously affiliated group... it matters not. That Officer promotions are important decisions, goes without saying. The pool of Privates in the Volunteers is incredibly large and diverse. Selection and promotion to Corporal, and perhaps Sergeant is a task not taken lightly. Be assured of the following:
-only those that have proven themselves to be trustworthy are promoted
-favoritism due to relations outside the Volunteers plays no part, as this can cause conflict and fracture the group
-diversity of the Officer corps within the Volunteers is one of its greatest strengths (ex. Sergeant Trence of Tyr and myself can be considered dynamic opposites, the key being we are both able to work with one another in a professional manner)
-promotion is based on the need to carry out tasks of running the Volunteers effectively, no more and no less
-consideration for promotion is never rushed, many Privates want to be Officers, though in truth few want to be "good" officers; to exert leadership during difficult situations or to accomplish tasks that need to be done without being prompted
I would urge you to consider these traits, be mindful of their benefit and their detriment to a force such as the Volunteers of Greatgaunt.
-Trustworthy: steadfast, reliable, confidential, discreet VS. too personal, too involved in everything, micromanager
-Empathetic: able to see any situation from the perspective of another VS. too tolerant in justifying inappropriate and unprofessional behavior
-Confident: bold, able to carve out a path of action VS. overconfident, blind to mistakes and learning from errors in judgement
-Forceful: knowing when necessary to kick Privates in the hindquarters VS. can easily cross the line into anger, lacking in effective control
-Diplomatic: able to resolve disputes and forge agreements VS. can be adverse to taking decisive action, susceptible to being exploited
-Knowledgeable: a firm grasp of the world and its nuances VS. know-it-all, arrogant, patronizing, impatient
-Mathematical: inclined in optimizing and facilitation of efficiency VS. unable to base a decision on the intangible and incalculable
There are many variables to consider Privates, in a promotion as well as your own futures.
The key lesson to take away from this is that a proper Officer, fosters the growth of other potential leaders, effectively leading by guidance.
Be patient. Be willing. Be prepared.
*signed*
Corporal Ahmed Albayati Greatgaunt Volunteers Thayan Enclave at Marsember
//ooc: big ups to Scott Andrews's 'The Guild Leader's Handbook, fantastic read!
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Post by DOT on May 6, 2015 13:49:43 GMT -5
FEAR
I am afraid of the Dark I am nervous at Night I am afraid of the Day I cannot stand the Light I am afraid one day Someone Will come to take me Away I am too scared to Leave I am doomed if I Stay
The tent was simple enough. The Thayan touch came by way of an expensive imported rug from Amn, a Marsembian style desk with curves and coiled legs, and a lantern giving a faint glow to the various architectural sketches and invoices.
Ahmed tried to slow his breathing, thinking back to the rhyme taught to Thayan children to strengthen them in the face of adversity. Discipline is best built from a young age.
He often spoke the rhyme before praying to Typhon. A necessity. Simply put, Typhon is evil. He is not the evil of Bane by way of Tyranny. He is not the evil of Cyric by way of Madness. He is not the evil of Shar by way of Entropy.
Typhon -is- Evil. The source in its purest form, long before the dawn he was known as Set. When one spoke to him, it was responded immediately with a cold enveloping darkness. Like silk in its movement but frigid to the touch.
But this time… the rhyme did not work, and this had nothing to do with praying to Typhon. Ahmed's brow twitched as he attempted to control his expression… the lantern's light playing lightly across his features.
His comrade taken… or perhaps given. Ahmed recalled the site vividly… an unexpected occurrence. A form crumpled, twisted, toyed with like a doll on a puppet's strings. Horror.
IT was dangerous, something to be feared, something to be cautious around.
His gloved-hand gripped the armrest.
Ahmed would work throughout the night into the early hours of dawn. He would attempt to control this emotion.
He would fail.
There are few things in this world to truly be feared, IT was one of them.
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Post by DOT on Jul 29, 2015 23:41:29 GMT -5
The fire would crackle every so often, its light faintly outlining the edge of the fireplace... a plush couch, expensive drapery, as with most things Thayan, the suite at the Standing Stone Inn was quite decadent.
Rarely out of armor, Ahmed would stand fireside in a short white garb imported from Mulhorand. The old tattooed man was certainly still fighting fit... even though he really was not as dexterous or flexible as he once was during his youth.
His eyes would be tired, the wrinkles at the corners clearly visible. A healthy man still, but the stresses of long military campaigns have taken their toll. He was after all, only human. Not one of those younglings that augment their forms with wings or skeletal arms or whatever it was they did these days. 'Back in my day...' Ahmed would start to think... "Gods, am I that old already?" He would utter.
There was the hit-and-run tactics of the mixed and fair folk during the Aglarond campaign... excluding the horror that was Queen Simbul.
Worse still, were the muddy and misty wilds of the Rashemen skirmishes. Damned backwards people with their lunatic barbarians and their witches. 'They would come... right out of the mists...' Ahmed would think to himself, his mind drawing back to those events. The tharc at the time had claimed it was in defense of their borders, but Ahmed was always the wiser... still, the end justifies the means.
He would pause, and then shake his head. It would seem Typhon was at work again in the back of his head. He would be sure to tithe well at the god's shrine, for he knew quite well that even the faithful could be betrayed by the source of betrayal.
Slowly pulling back the heavy beddings, he would utter a prayer to Typhon in thanks for the powers granted to him and for having kept him alive for all these years. The light of the fire would dance about, and Ahmed would slowly close his old and tired eyes.
As he drifted off... his last thoughts were to his squire.
"I wonder what that troublesome Darko is up to now... petulant child reminds me too much of myself when I was young..."
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Post by DOT on Aug 6, 2015 22:56:07 GMT -5
Mother may I?Nefersit UmmA mulhorandi woman of seemingly modest background, it was not until her leave of the ancient kingdom and move into Thay that Nefersit embraced her cause publicly. Worship of Set in Mulhorand was punishable by torturous death. Worship of the same deity in Thay, there known as Typhon, was well enough accepted. In the summer of the same year, Nefersit gave birth to her first and only child, Ahmed. With no father to claim him, and his mother favoring not to marry, rumors circulated as to the boy's origin. Nefersit was overly strict with her child, even by Thayan standards. In her mind, this was necessary to foster an academically competitive spirit. Discipline, focus, and strength of will were key. Her only goal was to form Ahmed into a financially and socially successful individual of note. This was done at the risk of his emotional well being. Taunts, jeers, social shame. Her methods were harsh, but as Set says… the end justifies the means. Nefersit was a social climber in Thay's elite class, marrying into nobility and becoming well established before her natural death in 1360. Even now she lives on, in the back of Ahmed's mind… unsatisfied with his numerous accomplishments.
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Post by DOT on Sept 29, 2015 18:29:32 GMT -5
The Odd Couple
It is an... odd thing... a very strange occurrence that I find myself in the company of Malzaron once more. It would seem, that every time I would encounter an extraplanar being, it is in part due to his machinations. I find him quite foolish... virginal child.
Though here I am, once again. Allowing myself to become involved in his plots. Tis no matter, let the "kings" have their thrones. I am content behind the curtain.
Still... it was worth it to see him getting hit by it.
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Post by DOT on Oct 3, 2015 23:33:36 GMT -5
I SAY A LITTLE PRAYER FOR YOU...
//ooc: What a standard prayer for blessings between Ahmed and Typhon (Set) looks like.
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Post by DOT on Oct 4, 2015 17:58:33 GMT -5
The cargo ship would move, not unlike a babe's cradle.
Ahmed would 'sleep' on his side... his back turned towards the only door entry, a hand under a pillow, where it gripped a summoning dagger.
His armor carefully set aside... the odd longsword, bound to a chair...
Ahmed would keep his eye closed as the moonlight shone through the aft windows.
The old priest would count... the number of days till he would finally reach the Enclave at Marsember... the vessel with full cargo, ready to dock.
Ready to unload its many desirables.
The wood would creak, the waves and spray would be dispersed by the vessel.
Soon.
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Post by DOT on Oct 25, 2015 18:05:14 GMT -5
Ahmed's carriage would roll to a stop near the side road to Suzail's House of healing... so the meeting was to begin. He would enter the House of Healing... and upon waiting, would meet with Henrik, Davice, and eventualy Velisario. //thank you all for the wonderful rp, it has been a while
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Post by DOT on Aug 5, 2016 12:38:57 GMT -5
"The path we walk is the one we create." -Sir Ahmed Now is the time to reflect on our past.
Now is the time to examine our present.
What is our identity. What is our future.
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Post by DOT on Aug 5, 2016 13:00:33 GMT -5
The Talented Mister Newport It was a rather... different day. As I considered my current state, and the crossroads that was approaching, I felt it appropriate to "take a breather" as the locals say. What better place than a pub to avoid adventure and the like? It was very quiet day indeed. You had your usuals, always standing in the places you expected them to. There was a fellow on the other side of the divider, likely enjoying the ambiance of the fireplace. A balding fellow at the table nearby, and of course the barkeep/innkeeper/merchant licensor. We did our own individual things, reading a book, order a drink, keeping much to ourselves. When the road wound towards a conversational encounter, then I would say I did experience something I had not in quite a long time. Basic conversation with no goals, tie-ins, and the like. Just simple... chatter. Most enjoyable and grounding. Mister Newport certainly has talent to spare in his field of interest. I am most curious to see how far he will actually take it. A flash in the frying pan, or a steady flame?
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Post by DOT on Jun 19, 2017 22:58:08 GMT -5
The EndOn this eve, Sir Ahmed passed away peacefully in his sleep. Wisdom, caution, and luck has allowed him to live a long life, and to end things off the battle field.
Notices would have been sent to the Ironsworn, the Thayan Enclave at Marsember, Ilmater's House of the Healing, and The Cornucopia Trading Company.
"No memorial will be held, no grave to be visited. Sleep in peace."
//ooc thank you all for a beautiful four years with Ahmed
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Post by DOT on May 26, 2018 22:17:18 GMT -5
Children of Ahmed
The Loner - Atrox Albayati: Male, 34
This robust man looks to be in good health. His demeanor exudes a sense of wisdom, and his eyes show a cunning intelligence. He looks to be the spitting image of his father... though he seems to lack his predecessor's statecraft and silver tongue. Atrox has long removed himself from the affairs of Knights and the politics of Wizards. He is reclusive, favoring the wilds as he walks the path of Malar. He had come to Proskur at his father's insistence, but became suspicious of Ahmed's motives, becoming a hermit outside of Cormyr's borders.
He was born of a political marriage between Sir Ahmed and a Thayan noble.
The Favored Son - SoA Albayati: Male, 33
This youthful man gives the impression that he is well-suited to front line combat. SoA has the look of a contemplative warrior, with but a single circular tattoo set above perspicacious eyes. He has physical characteristics of a father well known, but is his words are not honeyed and more straight to the point
He was born of an encounter between Sir Ahmed and an unnamed woman of mysterious background.
The Twins - Bukan Albayati: Male, 26 & Nefersit Albayati: Female, 26
Bukan is a short man who looks well suited for the most chaotic of battles. He seems to have difficulty staying still... even worse his temper is seemingly unmanageable and is quick to light. Could it be that this brawler is a disappointment to his father?
It is well known that Nefersit is the favorite of the two. She is well educated and is an apprentice wizard in the school of enchantment. She is silver tongued and skilled in state craft. It is said that only her presence (magically aided or otherwise) keeps her twin calm.
They came to Marsember at their father's urging, as he noted the dangers of the civil war back home in Thay. The pair were born of an encounter with a bedwarmer during one of Sir Ahmed's many tours of duty.
The Younger - Ahmed Albayati (the Younger): Male, 21
The youngest of his children, Ahmed the younger currently serves on a defensive beachhead formed by anti-loyalist garrison of Thayan Knights. The group he serves under is tasked with holding the undead mass on the mainland at bay; they do all they can to stop the chaos of Szass Tam's civil war from spilling onto the island Tharc of Alaor.
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Father once said,
"The path we walk is the one we create."
...what path do we then create, if we are to repeat his words?
______________________________________________________________________________________________ /R E D\ 17 winters ago from present reckoning
In a spartan room, Ahmed's successors knelt.
Their feet under their thighs, hands relaxed, but clasped.
They watched the older man, a slight limp in the knight's step, slowly pacing in his obsidian and golden armor.
"I am a Knight."
"Yes sir."
"You will not be ones."
"Yes sir." All repeated.
"You will be....
Them."
"...how do I project Their strength father?" One asked.
"I have had... the time... to better understand.
Their strength...
is born out of pure necessity,
because they live in constant fear,
always looking for the next dagger aimed at their back.
Their strength is paint and rust, it's a façade,
but you have Our strength."
"...."
"Fortify yourself in it."
"GLORY TO THAY!"
They shouted in unison.
*kudos to ST: D writers for the above
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Post by DOT on Dec 21, 2022 23:05:49 GMT -5
The Favored Son - So'A Albayati: Male, 33
This youthful man gives the impression that he is well-suited to front line combat. SoA has the look of a contemplative warrior, with but a single circular tattoo of Hoar set above perspicacious eyes. He has physical characteristics of a father well known, but has chosen a different path from the Thayan Knight, and instead devoted himself as an acolyte of Hoar
He was born of an encounter between Sir Ahmed and an unnamed woman of mysterious background.
Level 1 Feats: -two-weapon fighting: wielding a javelin-like weapon lends itself to more options as to which end to attack with -exotic weapon proficiency: his training as a soldier has provided him with the ability to use almost any weapon with some proficiency -snake-blooded: a hereditary trait that is passed down through the Albayati family, it served them will the intrigue that is rife in Thayan internal politics
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Post by DOT on Dec 23, 2022 17:31:31 GMT -5
LV 4 Summary: ambidexterity - further practice with the javelin-like weapon yields further results, extend spell - patience is a many splendid thing
So'A returned to the Barren of Retribution following the gathering within the Great Hall of Valkur's Roar. The beginnings of his application to the guard were curtly rejected by the Captain of the Guard for reasons unknown other than "due to the attitude of the current Enclave and their perceptions of Cormyr and its Justice." From experience, he knew the system of justice within Thay was plainly stated... ...an eye for an eye...
...measure for measure...
...if blood was not given then flesh would be taken.He did not care for the fact that his rejection was lumped in with that of an elf that seemed to have a history. Elves are a chaotic presence and have no place in lawful society. So'A counted at least four at the gathering. Curious that the woodland elves were a nuisance to the populace at large. He would need to learn more of the history therein. So'A was unfamiliar of recent occurrences with Corymr's Thayan Enclave in the city of Marsember and the city of Valkur's Roar. It was a bit of ways to travel that far, certainly more information would present itself in time. It is His will that matters are as they currently are, only time will tell if Justice had been served in His eyes. If it was then all the better. If it was not... then So'A would see to the issue personally. The sun had finally set, and darkness fell upon the city. With measured patience, he walked up to the altar of Hoar, and offered up his prayer. "Vengeance must be sought for all injustices, and all punishments must fit the crime."
Ten lions were left at the altar. So'A would offer a silent nod to priest Keofar, before heading up the tower to watch the city below... ...his companion for the evening, Rafir the sentry.
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