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Post by Entarion on Sept 30, 2004 20:48:02 GMT -5
The Easter Empire of Entarion is the wide land of Lurendin, with green and golden plains as far as the eye can see. By far the greatest empire on Entarion, Lurendin is nearly purely inhabited by Humans. There used to be all sorts of creatures here, but the Humans drove them to the borders. There are some Halflings in the port town of Aradras to the north, but none in the capital of Nirou. All natural borders line Lurendin: to the north, east and south east, water- the Sea of Mists, called Maynaura by the Elves. To the south, south west, the Wet Grounds, the Tramari- wide swamps where only outlaws live- or rather, die. To the west are the woods of Faentaure, a narrow pass leading towards the Western Empire, and a high, treacherous mountain range, the Black Peeks, or Wagadrun.
Lurendin is very much a state of trade, though the trade is mostly intra-state. Because this Empire, ruled from a proud palace in Nirou, is bent on conquest and is as such always at war with the lands to the west, whether they be the Human Western Lands, the high Elven City-State, or the Drow of the Underdark. The only foreigners they trade with are the Dwarves, deep in the caverns of the Wagadrun.
The plains of Lurendin are full of villages. Each village has a militia, mostly meant to delay the enemy enough for the villagers to run to the nearest fortified town, which is never far away. The people are weary of non-Human strangers, and anyone who looks ever so vaguely like a West Man, but if you blend in, you are very welcome.
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Post by Entarion on Nov 8, 2004 11:16:35 GMT -5
"But the White Woods are miles away. How long have you been going?" She laughs. "It's ale. Never had ale before?" Tiren looks at Aman again, but still doesn't speak. *Satorius sits and crosses his legs underneath him.* What do you wish for me to talk about? Why I'm here, who I am...? She takes her helmet off, but she is wearing a black mask underneath. |
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Post by Satorius on Nov 8, 2004 11:22:53 GMT -5
I am Satorius Trevain. I intend to end this war peacefully. Fairly simple, really.
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Post by Entarion on Nov 8, 2004 11:25:13 GMT -5
How? How do you intend to stop it?
She crosses her arms over her chest.
You do realise, I hope, that we have had Nadalisian spies and assassins here before, claiming they were on peace missions?
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Post by Satorius on Nov 8, 2004 11:31:24 GMT -5
Negotiations, hopefully. I can be very persuasive.
*He chuckles to himself.*
I can assure you that I am most certainly not one of them. Also, I doubt many of those people have an Elf of Faentaure traveling with them.
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Post by Entarion on Nov 8, 2004 14:25:46 GMT -5
She looks at him for a while.
I am no wizard and no priest, but rest assured your claims will be tested.
She makes an impatient gesture.
We've had all kinds of- don't think we trust you, mister, Turvin was it? I will arrange transport for you for tomorrow.
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Post by Satorius on Nov 8, 2004 14:28:40 GMT -5
Trevain.
*He chuckles and nods.*
I have nothing to hide. I would be more than happy to comply with any Wizard you send my way. Thank you, I would very much appreciate that.
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Post by Entarion on Nov 8, 2004 14:53:17 GMT -5
She nods and does not speak more. She seems to believe their conversation is at an end.
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Post by Aman Kaliant on Nov 13, 2004 10:15:50 GMT -5
No, I haven't.
He watches Tiren watching him. What was so interesting?
Long.
He sips the ale again, having to yawn at the same time, and almost choking on the drink. He sputters.
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Post by Entarion on Nov 13, 2004 10:25:03 GMT -5
Tiren gets up and walks away without a word. Kiellu laughs at Aman. About five minutes later, the boy returns with a blanket and a pillow, which his aunt hands to Aman.
"There you go. You need sleep."
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Post by Aman Kaliant on Nov 13, 2004 10:33:08 GMT -5
Thank you.
He takes the proferred items, putting his glass down on the ground, and looking around where best to sleep without getting in anybody's way.
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Post by Entarion on Nov 13, 2004 10:34:15 GMT -5
Apparently it's custom to just lie down where you like. There are several people asleep not too far from the fire.
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Post by Aman Kaliant on Nov 13, 2004 10:46:50 GMT -5
He walks around the fire, careful not to trip over some sleeping people, and puts the blanket and pillow down. He lies down, wrapped in the blanket, and stares into the fire, eventually falling asleep.
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Post by Satorius on Nov 13, 2004 10:52:34 GMT -5
*Satorius stands and bows before walking out of the tent. He walks around the camp a little before ending up in a spot where he can keep an eye on his traveling companion. He keeps track of the thoughts swirling around him as he looks up and loses himself in the stars of this world.*
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Post by Entarion on Nov 13, 2004 10:56:55 GMT -5
Kiellu watches the little Elf go to sleep and shakes her head sadly. She starts a soft whispered conversation with her nephew.
There is a voice from behind Satorius.
"They're pretty, aren't they?"
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