Northerot

[Darlok]

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  The beautiful jewel of the north once again reflects the light with sparkles of life.
  The shining star of a Kingdom, strong and powerful, once again rises in the night.
  The heart of the north, wild and untamed, once again beats in the rhythm that dictates the pace of time.
  
  • • Northerot is reborn.
  
  There was a time when this castle was a calm, almost peaceful place, only inhabited by a shapeless feeling of death.
  These times, however, are over.
  
  In a cloudless night, aided by affords of the mortals, the Great Lord decided to send another champion into the realms of the living and struggling.
  So it was decided that Darlok should once again walk the paths of a living, send out to rule and smite any opposing force.
  
  Although the visible part of the castle is still nothing more then a ruin, telling every one of more glorious but past times, underneath the surface everything is different now.
  The tranquillity of empty halls and corridors has been removed by a commanding voice, giving out orders to his subjects.
  Stall air is cut by hastened moves of people running around and doing their best to reach set goals.
  
  Ideas are born, plans are forged, orders are executed.
  
  • • Northerot is alive again.

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General Informations:
(This part recaps general happenings, yet no actual character knowledge.)


Northerot reclaims the Castle ruins and everything below the Castle.
There are no claims on the surrounding land or structures upon the surrounding land.

It is prohibited to enter the Castle of Northerot without allowance.
Offenders will be struck down.

Northerot currently considers itself as neutral towards any other fraction of the island.
Northerot encourages the "Ritter des weissen Adlers" to stay away from the Castle.
Northerot encourages the "Knighthood of Kallahorn" to stay away from the Castle.

[Darlok]

There is a parchment pinned at the gate of Castle Northerot, it simply reads:

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Cook wanted.

Koch gesucht.
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[Arkadia Misella]

Searavae strolled through the ruins of the ancient castle recalling the stories her mother had told her. The stories of a great King and nation. Wealth and beauty beyond imagination. This was not the sight that greated her however. These land were barren. Desolate. Scarred.

She recalled the tale of how the mighty King succumbed to his wounds and how her mother had inherited the throne, only to be over-thrown by a cowardly surprise attack.

Searavae smirked a bit. She knew her mother was a bit odd. Crazy to say the least. Looking around at the ruins, she knew this place had memories to tell, but not of kings, treachery, and her mother being a queen. No. These were a little far fetched and she was far too old for fairy tales. Sure her mother was odd. Most mothers do not crawl out of the ground every night. But that did not mean her mother was incapable of lying.

As she began her journey back to Tol Vanima something caught her eye. A parchment flapped carelessly in the wind upon the gates. Upon inspection it read "Cook Wanted" with a seal towards the bottom. Her eyes narrowed and darted about. Her senses hightened. She knew she was not alone. Quickly she ran on her way home to speak to her mother of her find. Through her sprints she began to wonder if perhaps her mother was not as crazy as she thought.