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Post by Syd's Blue Sky on Jun 15, 2016 12:53:39 GMT -5
A young man in a flawlessly white cloak and well fitted clothing approaches a notice board with a scroll tube in hand. A murmer and a gesture sett he notice to the board. He turns and makes he way off into the streets without so much as a second glance.
A call to the curious mage, the would-be sage, the willfully cloistered scholar and the obscurely gifted but beleaguered dungeon trauler; the Alizarin is here for you.
To the North and to West the mountains hold us in their care, to the East a bog dissuades those who would dare, to the South the sea and our navy stand to protect thee, and between Cormyr and those threats that know no traditional map-held vector, stand we.
Live not your life in fear and wonder at the unknown, suffer not the yoke of your curiosities alone, carry lonely your undeserved family curse no more, for that and more is what the Alizarin is for.
In the storied streets and canals of Marsember stands the jewel of the nation, to many an ill rhyming bard and poorly read mage we open door of salvation, A place where thought is free and wisdom abound, come to the shore of the Dragonmere and allow us to astound.
The new school year approaches, be here in a blink, bring pencil, bring paper, and don't mind the bog's stink, be sure to take care, least you mistake, there's far more to Alizarin than those dull minded paladins think.
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