Damoritosh the Laughing Warrior |
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Damoritosh stands on the balcony of his estate just outside Nexus and watches his warriors train in the parade ground below. The wind sets his concealing cloak fluttering and he pushes his sleek black hair out of his eyes. His gaze slides over to the city road, are those riders coming towards the house?
Unconsciously his hand rests on the pommel of his daiklaive. Is it a messenger seeking a new contract with the Blades or have they found him again.
He steps back into the shadows of the House and fades from view, letting his Captain take charge while he waits to see if today will bring more violence and death.
Dubois Iscarian |
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A beautiful morning to wake to, sweet air and soft pillows. If only all mornings could be as fair as this.
Iscarian stretched and looked around not recognizing his surroundings. He remembered copious amounts of intoxicants, maybe something about a bet with his cabin boy... did it involve a girl? A man? Maybe a couple...
His first hint of danger was the yelling from down the hall, he didn't wait for a second warning. Pants and belt... he could always get another shirt... and off he ran with a smile on his face and a half empty bottle of something dark and sweet in his hand...
Tirub Vesen Seojun |
It had been a difficult meeting with the both of his parents earlier but as a wealthy scion of the Seojun Merchanting family, this was something to be expected for one such as he, Tirub Vesen Seojun.
Idly wondering if the wise Sage Simon had any further news in regards to his recently excavated [and subsequent refurbishing, courtesy of the elder sage] Gunshoza-Q artifact, Tirub had put aside his family's concern in the back of his mind.
They had meant well, blessings in all Creation to both Roandari, his headstrong father, and Yalinu, his ever-worrying mother, but so long as the decrees set forth by the Council in Nexus held firm, there was little to worry about.