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"Good. I'm glad you've arrived."
Satora Tasogaryn enters the large and airy tent with this curt statement. She nods briefly to dismiss her guards (who have been eyeballing you since you entered). She cuts an imposing figure although her frame is slight and slender, her hands on her hips as she casts a sweeping gaze up and down your figure, "Yes, you'll certainly do." The woman turns and stares hard once more at the guards, who are still slowly, reluctantly in the process of leaving you alone with her, "Get a move on. I can handle myself, and I trust this one completely." At this abrupt statement, the guards leave the tent, but dark shadows cast on the fabric make it clear that they are still sticking close. "Don't mind them." Satora said with a wave of her hand as she comes down to sit in front of you, "They're more and more worried that something is about to break, that the final attack from the north is coming. That's actually why i summoned you here." She shook her head and heaved a sigh, "It is still noon. Do you fancy anything to eat or drink? We are the largest legion west of the River Rhean, thusly we have better vittals than most--not to mention a staggering fighting force," here the woman winked, "we have recaptured most of the land from the forest on, the forces at Darkwrath are backed up against the mountains. This is good, if we can get one final push, the House of Agathos will have reclaimed all the territory lost in the Battle of the Fjords." "You know as well as i do all about this war, that the King Agathos is in grave danger. You have heard the news, that the Lady Auxora has corrupted the Black Riders in the High Courts...and a dangerous coup is in store--a coup that could throw the entire country into spasms before the season is even out." "Auxora's following is great, filled mostly with the dark and the undesirables. Forces that could easily wipe us out..." Satora smiled as she delivered this chilling message, no doubt she was more excited at the prospect of a long grueling battle than most, "So here I have made camp, in the Vale of Oxmund, on the doorstep of the fortress Darthwrath." "I am Agathos's most trusted General, and he has given me permission to topple Darkwrath in whatever way i can," Sato tapped her chin musingly and looks at you with that same appraising stare, "Word has been running up and down the country side, in and out of certain ears...and it came to me. You are quite good at what you do, eh? If you will join my forces and help me take back the fortress Darkwrath, Agathos may allow you to help in the greater battle--defeating the Lady Auxora and returning the peace to our great land." After this speech, Satora gives a thin smile, "The Lord Dragox is among our numbers here, as a member of the court he could not bear to watch all of this from the sidelines. No doubt he will want the killing blow of his sister when it comes to it." The General looks at you, and her eyes were solemn, "Any questions?" You are one of the warriors that Satora has enlisted to help her in this conflict. Will you aid the House of Agathos, or will you join the ways of Lady Auxora and try to overthrow the entire Kingdom? You can play as a fighter trying to help the House, or as a spy really on the other side. Actually its all pretty open ended, and if you have any questions work them into a story post and roll with it. Rules are basic- 1-be polite 2-respect me and everyone else on this thread 3-I am NO stranger to roleplaying, but this is the first thread I've submitted to this site. If this thread doesn't belong in this section, or if I'm doing something wrong please let me know. |
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I couldn't tell-is there magic in this world, or not so much?
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When it begins, you will hear the sound of children screaming-as though from a great distance. A smoking orb of nothing will grow above your bed, and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows. As I slip through the widening maw in my new form, you will catch only a glimpse of my radiance before you are incinerated. Then, as tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face, my dark work will begin.
I will open one of my six mouths, and I will sing the song that ends the Earth. |