Greetings Citizens of Varshikar
I Aristeaus shall be leaving the land of Varshikar, and the isle of trolls bane for some time, for reasons which need not be known.
All treaties which i have spoke off and deals which have been made shall pass into the hands of the man Moirear Sian.
By my decree the man Moirear Sian shall take my place in the northern lands, and the responsibilities and the positions which were under my name.
To take the place as this mans advisor shall be the citizen Moskher.
If any need my assistance, these two man have the means to contact myself.
Farewell Varshikar, and may the land forever be guided towards the true path.
Ari§teaus
To the citizens of Varshikar
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Quinasa
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Quinasa walks around the empty streets feeling lonely and stumbles upon a piece of parchment with a handwriting so familiar it makes her beam with joy. She starts to read the parchment and her expression of happiness turns to one of complete horror. Before she can scream her blood pressure rises and she passes out cold on the lonely stone streets.
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Moirear Sian
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Dust sprayed like gushing water, pieces of rock and rubble exploded into a cloud of debris. A black, gauntlet-clad fist had cleanly smashed through the stone bricks of a ruined house, as it still hovered shakily in the spot where the cornerstone had been smashed to pieces. Sian breathed heavily. Pale blue eyes stared blankly at the shaking gauntlet, which was his fist that had shattered the cornerstone. His eyebrows had arched furiously and seemed frozen into position with the rest of mask of anger that his face had become.
His light build and thin frame were concealed by a massive black orcish armor that almost completely covered his body. Anger swelled up and down in him with every breath—shoulderplates rising and lowering themselves in an uneven tempo—like a fresh wound pumping blood out of body. The paleness of his eyes was more pale than ever before; the color in them clouded by thoughts swirling behind his forehead.
"Sian, wha-?" inquired a voice behind him with disbelief.
He did not reply.
Simply staring at the slightly trembling fist, maintaining its spot in the cavity the gauntlet had busted into the corner of the ruined house's stone.
'Breathe,' emerged from the surface of his thoughts, his lips articulated the word, but breath alone passed through.
He heard footsteps carrying the person behind him away. And did not move, nor could he break the endless loop of mixed emotions that raged inside.
'Gods damn it all... Too dam' early,' raced Sian's mind away, like the figure that had appeared and left behind his back.
'Alright already. Act one begins.'
A raven cawed from the nearly-collapsed rooftop of the the ruin.
His light build and thin frame were concealed by a massive black orcish armor that almost completely covered his body. Anger swelled up and down in him with every breath—shoulderplates rising and lowering themselves in an uneven tempo—like a fresh wound pumping blood out of body. The paleness of his eyes was more pale than ever before; the color in them clouded by thoughts swirling behind his forehead.
"Sian, wha-?" inquired a voice behind him with disbelief.
He did not reply.
Simply staring at the slightly trembling fist, maintaining its spot in the cavity the gauntlet had busted into the corner of the ruined house's stone.
'Breathe,' emerged from the surface of his thoughts, his lips articulated the word, but breath alone passed through.
He heard footsteps carrying the person behind him away. And did not move, nor could he break the endless loop of mixed emotions that raged inside.
'Gods damn it all... Too dam' early,' raced Sian's mind away, like the figure that had appeared and left behind his back.
'Alright already. Act one begins.'
A raven cawed from the nearly-collapsed rooftop of the the ruin.