Kythorn 9, 1387 Year of the Emerald Ermine - Suzail
Sept 16, 2023 8:33:46 GMT -5
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Post by DM Betelgeuse on Sept 16, 2023 8:33:46 GMT -5
Kythorn 9th, 1387DR Year of the Emerald Ermine - Suzara:
Kashard, the stalwart firstword of the purple dragons, could be seen taking up stance in his usual location just outside of the field gates of Suzail. He had moved slightly to one side to take advantage of a nearby buildings overhang, slightly lowering his head to protect his face from the rain. By some coincidence, the clouds broke at the same time a group of the tel'quessir had started to gather around the camping areas just to the north of his location. His ear twitched, hearing them talk. They where too far away for him to make out what they where saying, but their voices could be heard. He looked skyward again at the now clear skies before shaking his head and stepping out of the cover. "Did the fair folk bring the sun with them?", he mused, right before he shook his head. What an absurd thought.
The group of tel'quessir continued to grow in number, more voices being added to the pleasent crescendo of their native language. It was clear by their accents that they had come from different regions and locations and where not all Cormyr born. While he pondered this, he quickly snapped a salute in the direction of two elven folk wearing the king's colours. They must be from the royal corproation of monster hunters, he thought. After a short amount of time, a strange figure sporting a purple breast plate with a fey emblazoned across the front stepped out of Suzail's field gates. He approached the group with a relaxed yet confident demeanour. Kashard's ear twitched as he spoke, he had never heard an elven dialect quite like it. It was elven, but not quite. An older version, perhaps? He was broken from his thought as he heard the name "Suzara" mentioned multiple times, while the elf in the purple breast plate pointed at the capital. Kashard gave a strug and returned to his duties.
After the elf in purple, and one of the royal corps of monster hunter elfs, had seemingly been explaining something to the group - they all entered the capital. They remained close together but moved as one group...
Kent Krows, a common born male, was heading from his place of employment to his home. He wore a casual smile and walked with a quite confidence, he had a productive day. He was making his way to the winking eye tavern to meeting Jhessail, who he had always been sweet on. She had finally agreed to go for a drink with him. Not that he had pestered her, but their schedules never seemed to line up. He was lost in happy thought of what might come to be when he stopped suddenly in his tracks. He looked, his mouth somewhat agape, as a large group of elf made their way past him. Rememering himself, he quickly closed his mouth. He had seen elven people before, but never in this quantity. As one of them met his eye he said politely, "It is always nice to see the tel'quessir in the city!", which was met with smiles. After the group had passed, Kent continue to the winking eye tavern.
"Hail Swordmajor!", "Hail Swordcaptain!" were the greetings heard as the group of tel'quessir made their way out the eastgate of Suzail. Two purple dragons offered the appropiate greeting and salute to two of the group. This was returned as the group continued to make it's way south, towards a dense patch of trees. The group stopped here for a while, conversing in their native tongue before they made their way into the forest. Hours later, they returned before taking their leave, heading their own separate ways.
Kashard, the stalwart firstword of the purple dragons, could be seen taking up stance in his usual location just outside of the field gates of Suzail. He had moved slightly to one side to take advantage of a nearby buildings overhang, slightly lowering his head to protect his face from the rain. By some coincidence, the clouds broke at the same time a group of the tel'quessir had started to gather around the camping areas just to the north of his location. His ear twitched, hearing them talk. They where too far away for him to make out what they where saying, but their voices could be heard. He looked skyward again at the now clear skies before shaking his head and stepping out of the cover. "Did the fair folk bring the sun with them?", he mused, right before he shook his head. What an absurd thought.
The group of tel'quessir continued to grow in number, more voices being added to the pleasent crescendo of their native language. It was clear by their accents that they had come from different regions and locations and where not all Cormyr born. While he pondered this, he quickly snapped a salute in the direction of two elven folk wearing the king's colours. They must be from the royal corproation of monster hunters, he thought. After a short amount of time, a strange figure sporting a purple breast plate with a fey emblazoned across the front stepped out of Suzail's field gates. He approached the group with a relaxed yet confident demeanour. Kashard's ear twitched as he spoke, he had never heard an elven dialect quite like it. It was elven, but not quite. An older version, perhaps? He was broken from his thought as he heard the name "Suzara" mentioned multiple times, while the elf in the purple breast plate pointed at the capital. Kashard gave a strug and returned to his duties.
After the elf in purple, and one of the royal corps of monster hunter elfs, had seemingly been explaining something to the group - they all entered the capital. They remained close together but moved as one group...
Kent Krows, a common born male, was heading from his place of employment to his home. He wore a casual smile and walked with a quite confidence, he had a productive day. He was making his way to the winking eye tavern to meeting Jhessail, who he had always been sweet on. She had finally agreed to go for a drink with him. Not that he had pestered her, but their schedules never seemed to line up. He was lost in happy thought of what might come to be when he stopped suddenly in his tracks. He looked, his mouth somewhat agape, as a large group of elf made their way past him. Rememering himself, he quickly closed his mouth. He had seen elven people before, but never in this quantity. As one of them met his eye he said politely, "It is always nice to see the tel'quessir in the city!", which was met with smiles. After the group had passed, Kent continue to the winking eye tavern.
"Hail Swordmajor!", "Hail Swordcaptain!" were the greetings heard as the group of tel'quessir made their way out the eastgate of Suzail. Two purple dragons offered the appropiate greeting and salute to two of the group. This was returned as the group continued to make it's way south, towards a dense patch of trees. The group stopped here for a while, conversing in their native tongue before they made their way into the forest. Hours later, they returned before taking their leave, heading their own separate ways.