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WrathOfTheNorth
 
PostPosted: Thu, Oct 30 2014, 23:06 PM 

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As the cycles pass the screams and curses of the damned ring out louder from the depths of the Castle Tarkuul.
What appears to be an eon to those that pass by or visit the castle can hear the symphony of shackling souls, The binding of hatred and malice are felt.
Like the previous few cycles the cold laughter that rings through the halls stain the air with its presence.
The ring of a hammer after ever few moments never seemed to have stopped until the hour of twilight approached.

"Fruition has been attained. All shall witness the matrimony of steel and soul in time.."

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PostPosted: Fri, Oct 31 2014, 4:40 AM 

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An exceptionally pale tiefling woman arrives in Tarkuul through a portal and proceeds to walk just past the greeter with a trail of blood left in her path. Before entering the gate, she collapses. A dark crimson pool of blood grows from under her.

Moments later, two kobolds arrive and gaze upon the bleeding woman.

One kobold speaks as he glances at the unconscious woman. In...teresting.

The other pulls his hood down.

Work your magic, Priest?

The priest closely examines the woman, who is apparently bleeding from her good arm.

Are you Awake?

No reply.

Just...gift her regeneration, and we can continue on.

The cleric blinks, then raises his arms to cast a regenerative spell.

The woman rolls to her side and coughs, now covered in the dark sticky substance that was once coursing through her veins. She grasps her good arm with her skeletal hand, applying pressure to the wound.

Ooh....thank...thank you. She responds despondently, staring ahead with glossy eyes.

She stands for a moment, then quickly sits down in the blood pool.

Excuse the blood.

Just as the tiefling woman bandages her arm, another figure emerges from a portal and begins speaking with the two kobolds, apparently unconcerned with the bloody mess.

The woman gets to her feet and assists herself with her staff, walking slowly to the guest quarters.

She sits on the bed quietly for a moment.

A ring is slipped on over her finger to help her regenerate quicker, and she regains enough strength to walk over and stare into the mirror.

I'm such an idiot.

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PostPosted: Sat, Nov 01 2014, 1:56 AM 

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Over the course of the night within the Living City, the figured adorned in Iced white plate with the winds encompassing him seemed to aquaint seekers within the city, The first being a dark slender figure in which the pair ascended to the tower of the damned for a lengthly amount of time.

As the figured came out of the tower he made his way to the castle and seemed to educate a certain individual in matters that were discussed eagerly.

It seems the City of Knowledge certainly lived up to its name as the official in Iced white platemail indulged the seekers throughout the night.

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PostPosted: Sun, Nov 02 2014, 3:40 AM 

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Within the Tirune Towers, a ritual ensues. Anyone near, or within the Towers may hear the words screamed- KLARNES ACHETUS!!!


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PostPosted: Sun, Nov 02 2014, 4:35 AM 

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The City Of Knowledge has once again remained busy tonight for the Official adorned in white.
Earlier in the night he would be seen escorting a slender deinty figure in dark robes into the castle,
Also Accompanied by a Wight imbued with the power of winter, Its winds mixing in harmony with the Officials.

After a few hours the Official would return out of the castle with a female figure that seemed eager to accompany him to the Court of the Living into the Tower..

The cries of pain, anguish and frustration could be heard. Giving the Court of The Living that very definition to its location. The Living in pain.
Within the Tower itself, The Official would indulge and watched silently as the proceedings continued.. Simply listening to the symphony of the screams, The progression.. This is what he relished in. The prospect.

From what could be seen from the source of the noise, The Ladies vision would be blurred of red clouding her mind from the trial she had to endure...

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Only two dark silouhettes could be seen from her vision, The winds now only a distant blur to her...
From that point onwards, The screams stopped, The pledges and desperation tones ceased within the court.

Two figures walked out. One was the Official in white, The other was of small stature and hung close, As if beckoned in comfort. Did the Female who was responsible for the screams and the symphony of paintouched notes come out of the tower?

Time will certainly tell...

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PostPosted: Mon, Nov 03 2014, 13:56 PM 

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By the portal, after several days of chanting, Illuminatus Ahriman joins
the Headmaster and weaves a spell of his own into the process.


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PostPosted: Thu, Nov 06 2014, 19:35 PM 



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Some time in the night, Luca's small contingent of Templar would emerge from the ley-line carrying a great deal of heavy equipment. They carry the supplies to the Court of the Dead, where a heavy anti-warship ballista is reinstalled to cover an unprotected stretch of city. The warriors work at a relaxed pace once in the safety of the City, speaking amongst themselves in low tones, and passing around a skein of dark wine.


 
      
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PostPosted: Mon, Nov 10 2014, 9:41 AM 

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An appearance by the former High Captain seemed to be made in Tarkuul. He found himself briefly visiting the Magistrate to return an item before making his way toward the infirmary. There he found a package waiting for him containing twenty gray cloaks.

Twenty cloaks belonging to the men who fell during the fight against Amn whom could not be resurrected. These were men Gerald had known by name, men whom had introduced Gerald to their families and friends, and men who followed Gerald to their deaths.

These men could not be resurrected, their time had come.

And so Gerald spent his day visiting the closest living relatives of the dead, returning their cloaks and silently, desperately trying to offer them some form of comfort. He sat through tears, anger, and woeful acceptance as he delivered their cloaks, but found himself at the end of his journey with one solitary cloak, belonging to a man whom presumably had no family.

And so Gerald left the Living City wearing that one solitary cloak.

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PostPosted: Wed, Nov 12 2014, 21:12 PM 

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A few weeks had passed since the defeat of Reyes and the celebration which followed; weeks in which the newest guests of the Living City were given the very best of care.

Bit by bit their needs were seen to, some semblance of a normal life restored to them where it could be. All but the most serious cases had been nursed back to full health, the very worst still being monitored by the staff of the infirmary. The Enclave did not yet boast an abundance of material possessions, but the ex-Cordorians seemed to recognize something of themselves in the ex-slaves from Underport; a people who had everything taken away from them. Families shared the comforts of their home where lodgings could not be found, a simple warm fire or a portion of their daily meals from the Kraken's kitchen. The Enclave itself seemed to pull together to make sure that everyone had at least what they needed.

Most of the ex-slaves warmed to the concept of their freedom over these weeks, with the aid of those in the Living City, whether or not they intended to make permanent homes there or not. Some few hardliners still refused to believe that they were truly free... until the announcement was made that the ships were prepared to take them to Cordor.

The people gathered - nearly all the ex-slaves and even some of the ex-Cordorians came to watch - in the Court of the Dead as the two Moorhound merchant vessels stood ready at the new docks there. What belongings they had been given were gathered up as Captain Taldorn stood at the docks next to the Magistrate. Together they once again reassured the ex-slaves that they were now free, and that any who wished free passage to Cordor or beyond would be welcome to board and sail to Cordor, whereupon they would be given enough gold to buy further passage to their intended final destination.

Excitement rises among the freed slaves of Underport and while some hundreds choose to stay in the city that freed them, hundreds more board the vessels, intent on returning to homes from which they'd been taken, or to forge new ones for themselves. Or just to get away from the unsettling Enclave.

It takes the best part of the day to ferry everyone back and forth to and from Cordor, but when all is said and done some four hundred souls choose to remain within the Enclave of Tarkuul. Of the six hundred that receive transport to Cordor, around three hundred fifty decide to stay in the touted City of Tolerance, to make a life for themselves in the ravaged city that needs those used to hardship to build it up again. A further one hundred fifty soon book passage to Kohlingen once they've gotten their bearings, leaving approximately fifty more taking cart rides to Bendir Dale and to Wharftown each.


 
      
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PostPosted: Thu, Nov 13 2014, 10:23 AM 

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Later on that day a halfling courier delivers a rather heavy parcel to Tarkuul adressed to 'City of Tarkuul', likely putting it down next to the portal (Tarkuul side) and getting back out as fast as possible.

Inside would be a box with seeds of edible plants that require little to no sunlight and a paper sheet filled with around a hundred 'Thank you's' in differant hands with 'The township of Bendir Dale' written below them.

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PostPosted: Thu, Nov 13 2014, 10:55 AM 

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The Magistrate would collect said box and later be seen sending out a courier from the city.

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PostPosted: Mon, Dec 01 2014, 12:59 PM 

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As the activity in the city dwindles, the High Arcanist yet again descends into
the library and starts spending day after day within, studying and comparing
notes. Perhaps he is working on a new book?

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PostPosted: Mon, Dec 01 2014, 16:16 PM 

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The Official Garbed in White enters the city after a small period of being on research leave.
The white plated boots echo in the Court of the Undying as he seemingly seems to be awaiting a mandate that seems important.

Time will tell.

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PostPosted: Mon, Dec 01 2014, 22:48 PM 

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A certain Centurion is seen meeting up with the aforementioned official in white, together the two proceed to the Court of the Living, retrieving a crate in the building by the arena. Using a summoned mummy to carry the crate, they disappear into one of the Court's many smaller buildings.

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PostPosted: Tue, Dec 02 2014, 3:24 AM 

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Later that day, the High Arcanist joins them.

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PostPosted: Tue, Dec 02 2014, 13:05 PM 

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The White garbed official would have come out of a smaller building in the later hours of the night.
The confidence in his stride is reflected well, Carrying a small black felt pouch that he seems to hold closely.
The Official himself have made visits to and from the Living City in small expeditions,

Each time he returns the confidence that exerts from him seems to mix with the intensity of the winds that accompany him.

"Now, The Second trial can begin.. There is much work to be done."

Those words were heard as the perma-frost covered plated boots clack and echo in the Court of the Undying.His destination feigned for different locations of the city.

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PostPosted: Sun, Dec 07 2014, 3:16 AM 



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A blonde head makes its way into Tarkuul, stopping to chat with a darkly hooded man by the entrance. They travel down into the library, in and out of shadows... and are not seen to have left again. Perhaps the well-known Cordorian is back for an extended stay.


 
      
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PostPosted: Tue, Dec 09 2014, 2:05 AM 

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In Tarkuul today, Hork is seen moving to the Court of the Living District. Taking out his crate and placing it near the Tarkuul Funds Chest. He unloads Thirty-Six Ash Planks, Twenty Planks, Twelve Bricks, and Five Oak Planks from his own Chest to the Funds chest.

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PostPosted: Tue, Dec 09 2014, 5:21 AM 

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A small, dark-robed figure carrying a ruby-topped staff can be seen following the white garbed official into Castle Tarkuul. Deep within the halls, there is the distinct sounds of manipulation of the weave...


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Some time later, she is seen quickly speed-walking out of the castle, clutching to her staff tightly before fading into the shadows...

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PostPosted: Tue, Dec 16 2014, 13:49 PM 

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PostPosted: Mon, Dec 22 2014, 3:30 AM 

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"For years you have been a loyal ally of mine. The time has come to part ways.
The eternity is long, kin. We shall meet again. Knowledge and Power."


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A twelve feet tall undead monstrosity accompanies the High Arcanist in the Court of the
Undying, oozing a trail of sticky, putrid sludge. The stench of one thousand rotten corpses
plagues the senses of those who dare to approach it.

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PostPosted: Tue, Dec 23 2014, 11:48 AM 

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After what seems to be a quiet period and a "Hibernation" period for a certain official, It is clear that after many cycles of laborious efforts within the Library and the private sanctity of the Magisteriums private office have been the Officials location,

The official normally garbed in Iced plate now seems to have ascended out of the library a few cycles ago adorned with a darkened plate, Much different to his previous garb, Denoting a sense of progression perhaps.

As he comes out after what is a long period of incarceration to knowledge, There is only that sense of Malice evident once more.. Much like the previous times that such great things have been achieved or schemed.

He would be seen descending into the castle, Where the power hungry and maniacal ones satiate their lust for knowledge, Formulae, Methodology, All of it contained within one large room.

As ever, That bitter winds accompany and encompasses all whom share his company within this hub of knowledge. It is there that the official would be seen next...

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PostPosted: Tue, Dec 23 2014, 13:01 PM 

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Within the late hours of the cycle, If one was to come down to the library they would see the darkly clad official on the main research desk pondering.

The library at this time was quiet, Harmonic to most with only the harsh winds gently stirring the dust around the research table and the *clack* and *clicking* of the Officials twisted and warped hand, Preserved in wrappings. The nails lengthened but scraping on assorted vellum placed in front.

As time progressed, He would go to assorted parts of the library and draw out different formulae from different sources, Some new. Some old, but the intention for them all remains the same.

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"Yes, this will serve well as the base." The official would declare to himself as that particular formulae was written up. To those that were not fortunate to have any sense of arcane knowledge, This would look meaningless.

With the murmuring of an ancient language, His preserved arm cracking and clacking, Raises two preserved fingers into the direction of three blank parts of vellum...

"Poulkaa, Fera."
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The first would burn onto the vellum as if scarring it.

"Hachio, Fiirban, Dinaulk."
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The second was done.

"Neor, Raa, Cantaak!"
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As would the third, The vellum parchments burned with scoring from the inscription. The energies that seemed to have resonated and didn't disperse echoed from the two parts of vellum, A blue hue of sorts coming from the three.

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Satisfied, The official had waited for moments, Assorting the various tomes on the table that he had previously taken into piles, The blue hue still emanating off the parchments.

That cold laughter echoed through the library in anticipation..

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PostPosted: Fri, Dec 26 2014, 22:34 PM 

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Within the Court of the Living, At the Arena.. Arcane energy would have fluctuated within a ritual circle, The two figured in Dark plate and robes would be together, The latter would seem to be encased within the energies.. Empowering her.

For a time, The High Arcanist would be present at the start, Also attended by the Behemoth Angel of Decay that brings its personal ooze and filth within the Arena.

All would darken compared to the two within the ritual circle..

Many events had happened before the Magistrate of the Living City arrived and escorted the Official and the darkly clad elven figure to the portal.. Stepping within to a destination unknown.

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PostPosted: Fri, Dec 26 2014, 23:10 PM 

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Within the Tower of the Court of the Living, The Official often accompanied by the winds, Now a regular sight within the city would be accompanied by a darkly clad figure with a large bag on her person, They enter the tower and seem to be hunched around an operating table concentrating on a body of sorts.

From the dust, A mummy of greater variant arose and assisted the two to their task..

The cycle was indeed busy within the City of Knowledge.

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PostPosted: Sun, Jan 11 2015, 16:45 PM 

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The Trademasters Office on this cycle seemed to house an important meeting within this time. Firstly with the Trademaster himself entering the office at early hours, Accompanied by the winds as usual.

The second individual that entered bear the uniform of a high ranking officer of the Living Guard.

After a certain amount of time, Due to the Arcane energies surrounding the office stopping any onlookers or eavesdroppers from hearing such, The third individual appears, Well known as the Magistrate of the Living City entering the room..

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PostPosted: Thu, Jan 15 2015, 15:41 PM 

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The High Arcanist would be seen standing on the bridge for hours,
staring at the gap, taking notes, measuring something and drawing.

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PostPosted: Wed, Jan 21 2015, 4:01 AM 

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The western side of the wall in the Court of the Undying was a place of curious events last morning.
After instructing Centurion Kuria of the Living Guard to move the two balistae from the towers, Lucius
summoned several dozens of skeletons and citizens of Tarkuul.


"Good morning, and thank you for making yourselves available. There is quite a bit of work that needs
be done. This section of the wall, from the city gate, to the fence of the castle must be torn down.
Then, the gap behind it, all the way to the entry platform must be filled. This will be done through
the combination of your skillful hands, and my application of the Arcane Arts. After this, the platform
containing the rune shall be moved. As you can see, its shape and size match the gap in the city.
Using the Ars Magica, I shall put some holes in the wall, at strategic points, which should make your
job easier. Let us get to work."


Moments later, Lucius climbed the wall, quite unnaturally so, walking on the vertical surface with ease
and finding himself on the other side. With the power of the Stoneshape spell, he made several holes
in the wall. Continuing with the procedure understood only by himself, he inscribed several runes on
the outer side of the stone wall as they started sparkling and cracking with arcane energy. Then the
pummeling started. The sound of hammer, maul, and chisel echoed throughout the Living City.

Yet something else seemed to be happening, for the smashed rocks would not be falling into the sea
as expected, but instead floating in air, as the High Arcanist mutters the arcane chants, and seems to
be "catching" the stones from afar, forming a growing sphere of rocks above the Court. As the sphere
grows bigger and bigger in size, Lucius starts laughing ominously, making the stone float right into the
sphere. With aid of the living and unliving labor, as well as some members of the Magisterium Mortis
and the Living Guard, the wall would be brought down rather quickly, but the show did not end there.
As all of the stone from the wall would now be forming a massive sphere above their heads, Lucius
lightly invited it to "dock" by the side of the portal platform and climbed it, again as if his feet were
glued to the stone.
"Rise!" - he shouted as the sphere obediently flew into the air once again,
carrying him some 30-60 feet above the Living City, and after a while, gently descending onto
the area between the Crypts and the Tower of the Forsaken.

The refreshments came from the Ghostly Kraken for the workers, as Lucius headed to the Court of the
Dead, finding a suitable, massive boulder to fill the gap in the side of the city. Once more, he returned
to the Court of the Undying and gave workers, both living and the unliving, another speech.


"Ladies and gentlemen, fellow citizens of the City of Knowledge, we have more work to do once you
are ready to continue. In the Court of the Dead lies a massive boulder which must be cut to precisely
fit. I already drew the blueprint, and it shall be made available to you. We are making history here,
people. We are restoring a portion of the city to its original state after 2000 years. So be proud of
yourselves! And be proud of the Living City growing better and better with each cycle passing! After
the work is done, your names shall be noted, and I will make sure they are remembered for the
generations to come. Now.. follow me, and I shall show you what must be done."


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PostPosted: Tue, Feb 03 2015, 13:05 PM 

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As the portal energies flared up, The familiar figure of "Khuul Khuum" as he would address himself as opposed to his name that was known within the Living City for the period of service that the individual had served, His plated boots giving the tell-tale sign that he had arrived to visit.

Walking through the gates and uttering the archaic and indeed Ancient Language that he was always accustomed with on the way to the Castle. Accustomed with the Bitter Winds flowing from him a lot more naturally than previously seen, His features now starting to shroud slightly under the thin perma-Ice emanating from his person.

Any whom had seen him on the way, Citizen or Official would notice that if he were to bring direct eye contact to them would be met with a glance that didn't seem possible from the figure's own biological makeup. A flash of predatory yellow would have been seen briefly, The unnatural glance not portraying his lineage and representing something far far more with purpose.

For many hours, Khuul Khuum had remained in the library, Dusting off ancient tomes in search of a particular matter, What it could be who can say.

After many hours of studious endeavours, He would have copied scriptures upon his own Vellum being sat at the researchers desk, Placing the Ancient Tomes back with a form of reverance and respect.

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PostPosted: Tue, Feb 10 2015, 18:11 PM 

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In the open areas of Tarkuul, Kaelthas Moonshadow, known to many as simply "Magus" or "Traveling Magus", can be seen on patrol, wandering back and forth on his regular patrol of the city of knowledge.

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PostPosted: Fri, Feb 13 2015, 22:53 PM 

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For some time now, the High Arcanist is sporadically seen in the
Living City, for brief moments in the library. Most of the time he
is locked in his office, studying..

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PostPosted: Fri, Mar 06 2015, 23:41 PM 

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In the Living City a Dark clad figure is seen traveling through. Ideally through the gates and to the Tower of the Damned. A clear symbol of Bane is adorn his Cloak, and around his neck on a amulet. Coming out with a lot of materials, and vanishes back through the gate.

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PostPosted: Fri, Mar 13 2015, 17:31 PM 

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Those who dare enter the Crypts of the Living City would find the Magistrate hard at work scribing tombstones. Out of the ordinary these stones chiseled by hand contain not one name, nor a family but multitude of names. His work continues for hours and once completed, the stones are left by by one of the mystic apparatus close to his office.

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PostPosted: Fri, Mar 13 2015, 18:00 PM 

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The Necromaster can be seen just outside the temple of Velsharoon standing just to the side of w hat appears to be a carpet made of actual flesh. The bloodied heap lays stretched out and has several runes inscribed over the pale surface with a Black Onyx on the centre of each rune. The contents of two small urns, one smoking the other bubbling away hurriedly as the spell nears completion. The smell of burning dirt coupled with the smell of salt hangs in the air. The strange combination of sensations is quickly dissipated as the flesh shifts and writhes before taking flight with a beat of it's wing-like flesh, sending a fine spray of blood and sinew covering the ground and the Necromaster. The creature flies overhead the court before descending and hovering by the Necromaster's side for the time being.

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Later on, the Necromaster's raven is seen flying to the offices of Tarkuul, bearing a letter addressed to Sicarius...

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Abe Sapien
 
PostPosted: Sat, Mar 14 2015, 7:26 AM 

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A silent man garbed in monastic robes can be seen moving into the city taking up residence near the libraries.

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PostPosted: Sun, Mar 15 2015, 18:29 PM 

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A sorceress clad in scarlet may be seen increasingly often around the city proper, followed always by a red wraithlike apparition. She does not say much in passing, but seems only to be inspecting various open portions of Tarkuul with a curiosity not unlike that of a tourist.


 
      
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PostPosted: Sun, Mar 15 2015, 18:33 PM 

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A messenger arrives, quickly finds the nearest Sentinel of Tarkuul and hands off a folded piece of parchment not lingering for any reply. They are gone as quickly as they came.

The grayish parchment is folded twice and sealed closed with black candle wax. Written in elegant common script is:


"Salutations Castiellan Sicarius, Magistrate Grim & Legate Asya Goodmonsdottir"


//The contents will be PM'd to whomever breaks the seal.

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Silkelock
 
PostPosted: Mon, Mar 16 2015, 7:02 AM 

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The Magistrate would be the first one to spot the note handed to a sentinel.

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PostPosted: Wed, Mar 18 2015, 3:22 AM 

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A figure of long past reappears in the city of Tarkuul, a Chromatic Kin of indistinguishable color clad in darkened full plate armor and who's body oozes negative energy. His first and only destination of each day seems to be the libraries of Tarkuul. He speaks to no one unless forced to and when he does respond his voice is an eerie monotone. When asked his name he responds simply, "Dentiah" before shifting his gaze back to his book as his exuberant skeletal tail flicks at the questioner dismissively.

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PostPosted: Wed, Mar 25 2015, 20:47 PM 



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A small hin dressed in dark garb can be seen standing by the edge of the living city, pondering her next project as she grins madly at her own covered undead graft.

"I have come this far...a never ending life of knowledge awaits me" She whispers to herself as she peers into the abyss of the city with a keen interest.


 
      
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PostPosted: Thu, Mar 26 2015, 21:18 PM 

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The Living Guard appears to have taken in some new blood. A slender masked man can now be seen wearing their colours and making rounds within the City.

When not patrolling the streets, he seems to spend his time within the Ghostly Kraken speaking to some of the shadier individuals.


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PostPosted: Mon, Apr 13 2015, 21:59 PM 

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The High Arcanist seems to be sporting a curious new addition as of late - massive,
thirteen feet wide wings. Ever since he emerged with them from the Tower of the
Forsaken he spends a fair share of his daily routine in the Court of the Dead where
he is, apparently, practicing how to jump.

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PostPosted: Wed, Apr 15 2015, 16:37 PM 

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PostPosted: Mon, Apr 27 2015, 2:47 AM 

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The young Shadowkin known as Dmita can be seen once again moseying around the library. She slowly moves about the shelves, collecting any census information available dated back to before the fall of the Netherese city.

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PostPosted: Tue, Apr 28 2015, 3:33 AM 

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Today, like most of the days Dmitra has spent in Tarkuul, the Shadowkin is present within the library of the Living City. Browsing through the books, searching for one that is dedicated to learning the Nethrese language.

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PostPosted: Tue, Apr 28 2015, 12:18 PM 

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To those familiar with him during his time in the Living City, it may be odd to see Gerald walking into the High Arcanist's office. Some might recall the heated arguments the two had in the streets of the City during his time as high captain.

However he seems to have simply ventured into Lucius' office, and the two did not re-emerge for some time.

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PostPosted: Sat, May 02 2015, 5:27 AM 

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A new face has made its way to Tarkuul. Over the past few days, a human with short-cropped hair and a stiff soldier's stride could be seen wandering the city, his initial disgust and horror at the gloomy place and its oft-unpalatable inhabitants soon giving way to mild dislike. However, his hungry eyes do not shy away from the examples of power on display - no matter how grotesque their form.

After taking some time to familiarise himself with the city and its services, he posts a notice in the relevant locations.


 
      
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PostPosted: Wed, May 06 2015, 14:43 PM 

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Early one morning, the Necromaster can be seen exiting the Vaunted Temple and making her way into the Court of the Living, accompanied by the High Arcanist. Together they both stood before the obelisk, Momento Mori, and took their time in reading the ancient draconic runes and discussing the weather.

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PostPosted: Wed, May 13 2015, 0:33 AM 



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Without much pomp and circumstance, late one evening in the city three tieflings would march from the cramped living quarters of the city to stand upon the portal platform, seemingly awaiting something. A few moments later, the portal would tear open its usual hole in the fabric of reality and disgorge the somewhat elusive (these days anyway) Legate of the Living Guard.

Greeted by her family, she would recieve a fistful of mail from the one armed man who had served as her steward in the city in her absence and groan a few times as she looked over it. It was late, she retired not long after, but couriers would be sent out to the office of the Magistrate from her family's apartments swiftly following her return.

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