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* A Notice placed in the Castle Hall and Tower of the Dammed foyer*

Most Esteemed members of the Magistarium Mortis, Allies and fellow Tarkuulians.

A great repair an revitalization project has begun within the living city, as you will notice many of the city's undead as well as the personal summons and spells of the citizens of the living city work to remove the sands that confine it.

The great city that is Tarkuul has stood since -599, by Archmage Tark power and following Tarkuul was founded. An for hundreds of years it stood as a true beacon of knowledge, without fear or prejudice to what knowledge or power could be sort.

Many disagreements broke out within Tarkuul in its beginning years, an some knowledge was lost as well as some of the city's most beautiful towers and facilities, but not all was lost. An it was Immastus that found a way to ensure the city's survival, an so the city keeps power over its own defense laws and survival. Tho it was not enough.

The city fell due to Krasus folly many thousands of years ago as did all the great city's of the Netherese empire, His battle that ended all magic for but moments was an eternity to all who depended on magic, an so Tarkuul lay shattered an broken at the bottom of the sea of swords a marvel thought to be lost to time.

But the city was not lost forever, when a new power smiled upon the city. the Crypt lord himself Velsharoon did aid to raise the city to the surface of the oceans, so that it once more could be home to those who seek knowledge and power, the mythallar was repaired and the city has stood as but a shadow of the beacon of knowledge an power it once was.

Many of served Tarkuul since its original revival an many have kept it from harms way an ensured that it can continue to be a place of safety, neutrality and a storehouse of knowledge. However the city has remains for the most part a mere glimmer of the gem that it once was.

I call to all those who can dream, all those who understand the importance of the preservation of knowledge and the security and tranquility that Tarkuul offers to come to its aid. Bring your summon an spell, or your shovel if you will and help remove the sands encasing its true potential. An with time we shall repair the shattered and broken halls and towers making room for new trade new research.

A new era in Tarkuul's History. The revitalization of the Living city.

Regards

High Magistari Valkin Mulgin.

The little drowess, now clad in the black and red of Qos'Yutsu qu'ellar, can be seen reading the note and watching the working undead curiously, but silent as ever.

At twilight after the sun has set, a figure lumbers from the castle large shovel in hand, he shovels at the sand in an unbroken momentum, hurtling each load into the ocean, he can be seen in armour the colour of bleached bone inlayed with dark blue, uniform private of the protectorate. He works well into the night, tirelessly. As the sky begins to lighten, he abandons the shovel leaning it against the Tower of the Damned, dis-guarding his armour until he's in cloth, two large menacing black wings fan gently at his back. Standing at the Cities edge he catapults himself into the air, wings catching him suspending him in flight, before he dives into the water. Just before the first ray of light touches the city he vanishes into the castle once more, he can be seen again over the next few days doing the same routine shoveling the sand away.

*perhaps an odd sight to some, an attractive golden haired mage can be seen helping shovel sands into the water, he proudly adorns the horsemens colors*

From a shadow cast from one of the buildings in Tarkuul, a pair of dark green eyes surveys the work. He can be seen scratching some notes into a black notebook and every now and then a flicker of a smile appears on this lips before he again melts into the shadows.

A woman wearing the Horsemen colors of General can be seen shifting into an umberhulk. She then proceeds to take massive amounts of sand in her maw, and dump them into the sea. Over and over, well into the night she does this. Finally shifting back to her supple form, she walks into the castle to find a nice room to rest.

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Just for the heck of it, A certain Fat elf uses a conjure water spell, giving a weak attempt to wash away some sand from the isle. He quickly grows impatient, and five minutes later he gives up and leaves in the direction of the dining hall

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*For the entire event Zee seems to be nowhere in sight, his mail can be heard piling up on the other side of his room door, the door itself begining to collect dust and sand as a side effect from not being touched throughout the move. For some odd, yet rather unusual reason Zee seems to have previous engagements, lasting several weeks, and taking priority to Tarkuul, the Horsemen, and many other promises and people he seems to have left behind.*

An armored tiefling can be seen in the company of two devils; helping to remove the sands from the city.

A wizard wearing red and black, his armors upper part being full plate and the lower part being robes, can be seen with a small pouch in his hand, picking a small amount of the sand into it and then leaving. A pathetic try to help to remove the sand, one could say.

Mika Lor, wearing her gladiator outfit for comfort, can be seen walking around tarkuul, nodding at the progress. She walks off, and returns some time later with two huge, empty sacks. She spends all day filling them, until they each weigh over a thousand pounds. Then she slings them over her shoulder, and dumps them into the waters.

*dill can be seen after her rounds, shuffling sand to the side with her foot, or using a old shoe to carry it across dumping it off hte edge, she doesnt seem to spend too much time on The matter however.*

Valkins deep black velvet robes wave in the wind, he stands using his staff for support making various gestures towards various undead.

A Giant rotting beholder floats above the sands, it lowers itself taking up mouthfuls of sand, behind it Valkin stands ordering various undead summons including malex to clean away the sands. Valkin would be ensuring all the undead stay in reasonable shape, making any spot repairs to them while they work, and ensuring that the sands are removed in the most effective way. Among others clearing away the sands a man dressed all in wight commanding a giant mummy, an a few dressed in reds and blacks making use of undead an other summons.

Valkin mutters an arcane phrase an makes a distinct hand gesture, suddenly a wind rushes from Valkin, the Gust of Wind would push away layer after layer of sand into the wind an out across the ocean, moving around slowly Valkin would make use of all of his second sphere spells to do this, as well as his fourth sphere slots with empowered Gusts of Wind. All are directed away from the undead or any civilians an intended to remove the largest quantity of sand with a single spell, so undead an obstetrical would be cleared if necessary.

But he was not alone in his work, others stand around him clearing away the sands to make room for a new time.

She strides out onto the sands and then up a ramp to the hulk of some building part to stand up above the sands below. Crimson eyes survey those already digging and blowing the sands off into the sea. She drops a bag and with a quick motion with her boot, opens the flap. A few whispered words and the magenta flare of negative energy and the bag moves.

The undead crawls out from the bag and looks up to its mistress. She bends down for a handful of sand then standing again pours it in front of the creature. Her command is firm and in Drow. "Take the sand to the edge and throw it into the water." She points a gloved finger to the sand below then to the sea beyond pulling out a bucket and dropping it.

The creature goes to where Aly'isgar had pointed and walked itself off the height landing below with a crunch and a thump. Yet it is not deterred and fills and dumps bucket after bucket.

Moved

*Mortin could be seen occasionally lazing about on the beach wearing formal silk robes he "couldn't possibly ruin" giving orders to various summoned ghosts and shades and performing the usual conjuration of negative energy to heal the undead that would undoubtedly start to fall apart from 'working to death'. ...whether they really needed it or not is another matter, it simply had to 'look' a certain (un)healthy sort of way.

Various messages and papers are exchanged with his incorporeal summons as he sips on a glass of wine quite foreign to Tarkuul, he has a small plate of snacks with him normally, although never once was he seen entering the local kitchen.*

"It appears we need to order more stone.." *the sound of a bone cracks in the background* "..and corpses -and shovels, ....and especially decorations, and then there's that other thing that ..'we'.. wanted.."
*He would give yet another letter to a shade by his side and wave his hand. Sipping on his wine glass, he gazes off into the distance with a light sigh*

"How'd I get stuck doing this anyway? *He mutters to himself, and swirls his glass once more with a light sniff as if trying to discover a new scent*

*almost as an afterthought*
"-I wonder who's going to carry all this stuff I'm ordering... " *he shrugs lightly* ..I'll just have to 'hire' someone. *He glances around casually*

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