truemane
2010-01-08, 12:52 PM
Town of Orlandaar
Border State of Haarn
Central Disctrict
High Mid-Summer
Dawn
Orlandaar was a place of contradictions. New and explosive urban growth sat side-by-side with ancient and orderly farmlands. Armoured military columns stepped off riverboats next to lowly fishermen. Groups of bandits and raiding bands of Juunruli swept the region just outside the Baron's Wall. Water and land, powerful and powerless, both backwater and power-centre, Orlandaar was a place that defied easy understanding.
It was perhaps this very sense that Orlandaar was a place of two opposite (but mutually necessary) worlds that appealed most to Veha, himself a child of many contradictions. And like this place, and like his own internal composition, this assignment seemed to always dance just beyond rational comprehension. Attached to a 'backwater' noble who just happened to be the Lord of the most powerful crossroads for hundreds of miles. He was assigned to advise a man who seemed to need no advisor. And he was to 'watch over' an administration that seemed to have nothing to hide.
And where did that leave Veha? On his own mostly. With few official duties to occupy his mind and his time, he filled his days as best he could. So it was that, when the ragged little urchin-girl came running to him on the street, eyes aglow and completely out of breath, it was a welcome break from the routine. Or lack thereof, as it were. And, in between great heaving breaths, this is what she said:
"I found you! I... I told him I would... and I did! ...Find the Jaden with the dark eyes... and darker hair... well-favoured and with a clear gaze... and I said I would and I did. And here I am and here you are and I'll have a coin to take home to my mum... I will! He told me so!"
Clearly excited beyond the capacity for organized thought, the little girl seems halfway between collapsing and dancing.
Welcome to End of Days! Thank you for your patience during the long (perhaps torturous) initial stages. I hope you find the game worth the effort.
I left out your location on purpose. I don't know if Veha hangs out in taverns or walks through the rural districts or stays home or what he does. So you can include his physical location in your post.
I figure Veha's been here a couple of months. Long enough to learn that he's not welcome at the Baron's councils any more than strict legal necessity demands. And so he's free to do, more or less, what he wants.
The Jaden-Rah are not held in as much awe here as they are further into the Interior. So far from the bulk of the Nation's legal apparatus, you really only have as much power as you can exert on your own. Everyone knows that, if there were a conflict, it would take a month to send word to anyone who'd care and another two months before help arrived. If it ever did. Veha is free to feel whoever you like about this blurring of traditional power-lines
If you have any questions, you know where I am.
Border State of Haarn
Central Disctrict
High Mid-Summer
Dawn
Orlandaar was a place of contradictions. New and explosive urban growth sat side-by-side with ancient and orderly farmlands. Armoured military columns stepped off riverboats next to lowly fishermen. Groups of bandits and raiding bands of Juunruli swept the region just outside the Baron's Wall. Water and land, powerful and powerless, both backwater and power-centre, Orlandaar was a place that defied easy understanding.
It was perhaps this very sense that Orlandaar was a place of two opposite (but mutually necessary) worlds that appealed most to Veha, himself a child of many contradictions. And like this place, and like his own internal composition, this assignment seemed to always dance just beyond rational comprehension. Attached to a 'backwater' noble who just happened to be the Lord of the most powerful crossroads for hundreds of miles. He was assigned to advise a man who seemed to need no advisor. And he was to 'watch over' an administration that seemed to have nothing to hide.
And where did that leave Veha? On his own mostly. With few official duties to occupy his mind and his time, he filled his days as best he could. So it was that, when the ragged little urchin-girl came running to him on the street, eyes aglow and completely out of breath, it was a welcome break from the routine. Or lack thereof, as it were. And, in between great heaving breaths, this is what she said:
"I found you! I... I told him I would... and I did! ...Find the Jaden with the dark eyes... and darker hair... well-favoured and with a clear gaze... and I said I would and I did. And here I am and here you are and I'll have a coin to take home to my mum... I will! He told me so!"
Clearly excited beyond the capacity for organized thought, the little girl seems halfway between collapsing and dancing.
Welcome to End of Days! Thank you for your patience during the long (perhaps torturous) initial stages. I hope you find the game worth the effort.
I left out your location on purpose. I don't know if Veha hangs out in taverns or walks through the rural districts or stays home or what he does. So you can include his physical location in your post.
I figure Veha's been here a couple of months. Long enough to learn that he's not welcome at the Baron's councils any more than strict legal necessity demands. And so he's free to do, more or less, what he wants.
The Jaden-Rah are not held in as much awe here as they are further into the Interior. So far from the bulk of the Nation's legal apparatus, you really only have as much power as you can exert on your own. Everyone knows that, if there were a conflict, it would take a month to send word to anyone who'd care and another two months before help arrived. If it ever did. Veha is free to feel whoever you like about this blurring of traditional power-lines
If you have any questions, you know where I am.