For some hours today, a man in heavy brown robes, dark of color stood. Within his arm a nestled child slept. Patiently biding his time to meet the clerk.
He was hunched, and lent forward, a long hood, and sleeve, on the whole his body appeared..abnormal in the way his robe rested over his back, as if hunched, or ballooned up on the upper back.

Upon arriving at the counter he would ask.. "Some 'ime ago I have sent in my citizenship exam. I wass wondering if the resulths have come in. I have been busy with my child."


"My name.. is Rras-rarri... or Ixen'arir'verthicha... The one in the papers.. axun."


"I am concerned for ith is electhion thime. . and I wish for my voice 'oo be heard if I have found myself worthy of being a cithizen. I fough' long and hard for this cithy, before the Duke was dead. He ofthen ignored me publicly, for I was nar of the appearance he wished."


"The documenth should have been senth from the Salandran themple, from Mother Persophoneee..."

He stood, and softly urged the small bundle in his arm, holding it close to his frame. A spiky whisp of crimson hair sticking from under the patchwork blanket it was in, waiting, staring from the shadow of his hood.

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Dwagin [Duh-wa-GIN] N. - 1a. Small and cute thingum, particularly fond of four legged scaled creatures of the metalic and chromatic varieties.

-Extraordinarily ordinary in the mostest of ways.

*A private letter is sent to the Commonwealth*

I have assessed Rras, also known as Ixen'arir'verthicha, and I have deemed him not immediately dangerous. Circumstances out of his control caused him to act rashly in the past are now no longer present on the island. His mental health is of utmost importance to me, and I believe a return to society will do him good.

White lady's blessings,
Persephone Ashallin

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Persephone Ashallin - Persistant Salandran
Vrok - Cudgel?

As Rras waits in the Commonwealth Center, several of the commoner clerks stare at him with wide eyes.

Conversations cease, or become hushed beyond his hearing.
Furtive glances are exchanged and paces quicken to avoid his proximity and attention.

Franton offers Rras a spot of decent tobacco, perhaps as a kind of apology, but otherwise, says nothing to the monster as he waits.

The waiting doesn't last long. A Law Knight in the company of a Mage Guard approach Rras. Though the Law Knight's weapon is not drawn, the dragon takes note of the fact that the gauntlet does not stray far from the hilt, and the magician is himself pre-buffed with several protective enchantments.

"Rras-rarri," the Law Knight addresses him by his Common name. "Your citizenship application is under review. The Speaker of the Council, Joseph Maximillian, has required an interview. He is available to speak now, provided you are able to leave the child with a trusted caretaker."

// I'll catch you IG soon.

He would take of the tobacco, and give it a taste. Allowing some of the strong leaf to rest within his mouth. The bitter-tang of it acceptable to his palate.

"I will do so, gladly...I need a few minutes thoo thake the child somewhere safe.. I will be back very swifthly.. and then be able thoo mee' with him you ask. "

If given leave he would sprint across the South, and hop through the portal to the Monolith of Mystra, some minutes go by, and the half-red returns back to the Centere, his heart pounding a bit, breathing a bit swiftly from the sojurn, clawed hands tugged up within the sleeves of his robe.

"I am ready thoo mee' with Speaker Maximillian now.."

His eyes trailed briefly to the Lawknight's blade as his jaw set. He seemed to try to portray an air of calmness, or at least being subdued and slumped.




//Feel free to prod me on msn, poke me in PM, or stab me in game, whenever you're ready or when would be a good time for you this week(end).

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Dwagin [Duh-wa-GIN] N. - 1a. Small and cute thingum, particularly fond of four legged scaled creatures of the metalic and chromatic varieties.

-Extraordinarily ordinary in the mostest of ways.