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Post by tyree on Feb 11, 2013 21:32:00 GMT -5
Watching the Priest depart Tyree pondered over the course his life had taken in the last year or so. Reaching into his pouch he pulled the letter of introduction that Master Knolan had written for him. Entering the sounds of people hard at work at various crafts filled his ears. Looking about he tried to spot some one who matched the description of Master Aelorn...
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Post by Jon on Feb 12, 2013 1:19:21 GMT -5
A slender man in green and brown robes and hood leaves a large workshop behind the Trade Hall and walks towards a pile of supplies stacked at the front of the building. His lower face is covered by a matching mask. He begins to examine the contents of these supply crates via a meticulously repeated process.
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Post by tyree on Feb 13, 2013 17:33:58 GMT -5
There he thought as he spotted the robed figure near the newly arrived supply crates. Taking a deep breath and pushing down the nervousness he felt he approached and spoke. "Excuse me sir, might you be Master Aelorn?" As the figure turns he knuckles his forhead and offers the letter to the Sorcerer, "I was bidden to give you this by my teacher."
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Post by Jon on Feb 13, 2013 18:00:21 GMT -5
Aelorn takes the note and reads it, then slides it into a fold in his robe. "Tsk tsk, I still have mate in 4. But the Young Grimwarden is learning."
The green robed sorcerer then turns to Tyree.
"Welcome to Hevard Port Tyree. Would you like directions to the Militia HQ or the Agrarian office?"
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Post by tyree on Feb 14, 2013 8:49:22 GMT -5
Smiling and rubbing the back of his head with his hand, "I'm pretty sure I would feel more comfortable at the agrarian office but I'm fairly certain that my teacher would raise a holy stink if i did that. So the Militia HQ i guess it is sir, or any were else you think you could use me."
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Post by Jon on Feb 14, 2013 17:11:38 GMT -5
"I think your talents will be needed at the Militia. The recruits have not had much exposure to dealing with elemental attacks, and perhaps you could use more experience in combat spellcasting?"
Aelorn calls over a few paiges and has them carry the supplies into his workshop.
"If you have any questions about arcane arts, let me know. For now, I think your best teacher will be practice."
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Post by tyree on Feb 14, 2013 23:12:38 GMT -5
"Thank you and I will sir, and I agree since the only real practical experiance I have was from the sparing duels Master Grimwarden would put us through. Who shall I report to at the militia headquarters?"
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Post by Jon on Feb 15, 2013 0:37:57 GMT -5
"I believe Tor'Gash is the drillmaster, he may be the one you should talk to. You should probably introduce yourself to Lord Gaverek as well."
Aelorn gestures to a black and gray pennant visible over the roofs of buildings in the distance.
"That is the Militia HQ there, beneath the colors of Wixen."
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Post by tyree on Feb 16, 2013 18:58:04 GMT -5
"Tor'Gash, sounds orcish, and Lord Gaverek got it." Looking toward the building that Aelorn indicates. "I see it, Master Knolan said you played chess. I'm new to the game but I would be willing to learn or just have a friendly game if ever your interested milord." With that the wandering mage takes his leave with a slight bow and heads toward the Militia HQ with a smile on his face.
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