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Post by adamb on Apr 8, 2017 23:09:58 GMT -5
*Upon leaving a note at the Triadic keep Armias glances around and simply reminisces. He then slowly smiles as he makes his way to Eveningstar. By those who may hear him they may catch him muttering*
"My gods, it has been far too long. It's most certainly time to see how home has changed."
*He proceeds with taking the caravans until he reaches Greatgaunt. Upon glancing at the South gate he begins walking towards the Thayan enclave. As he reaches the enclave gate he simply makes a turn and squeezes past the defenses and to the outskirts of Proskur itself. Glancing back one more time on his adopted nation; he ponders...
"May the Triad protect and bless you all."
*He then proceeds to a very uncertain future*
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Post by adamb on Apr 9, 2017 23:13:22 GMT -5
While walking Westward he takes a slight notice of a few towns here and there. He glances over at one that looks a slight bit more shanty than most. After taking a more closer approach he suddenly realizes, he's surrounded by a multitude of Orc's, half Orc's and a group of ferral looking humans. Most of them seem to be in dire need of healing. They do not act hostile, however; they only look as they simply need help in one way or another. Armias simply asks...
"Do any of you happen to speak common? I'm just curious because that would make things a slight bit more easier."
*he then smiles and waits for a response*
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Post by adamb on Apr 9, 2017 23:44:42 GMT -5
Orc children and even a few goblin offspring approach slowly. He then looks around and notices that the shanty town that he had stopped at has more to meet the eye. Armias then starts casting every healing spell that he has on all of those present.
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Post by adamb on Apr 10, 2017 22:46:23 GMT -5
"What has happened here? The injuries and destruction seem, well; overbearing!"
One large Orc who looks like the village elder slowly approaches.
"We've tried to make a simple life within these war torn lands... To put it simply, humans, elves and the few local dwarves do not trust us! We bring them offerings of peace however it is of to no avail. Please help us?"
*Armias then pulls his cloak on tighter and proceeds to speak to the elders within the confines of the surrounding settlements.*
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Post by adamb on Apr 10, 2017 23:28:15 GMT -5
Walking into Riathaven, Armias simply looks around wondering. He then ponders why he's at a crossroad within the middle of nowhere and why there was so much death. He then summons a messenger and instruct him to...
"Hand this message to Grandmaster Velisaio, and him only!"
The messenger simply nods and runs off!
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Post by adamb on Apr 15, 2017 23:50:06 GMT -5
*Armias makes his way Westward, while traveling new paths he takes simple notice of the landmarks that he passes. He makes his way to the Tethyrian border and ponders what all may have changed withing the previous years. He peers out onto the dusty, arid plains and realizes how much Tethyr has become a war torn region*
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