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gender: Male
status: offline
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Post by Hróðvitnir on Sept 23, 2017 23:26:07 GMT -8
After the Raven Islands there was only one place left to go.
Hroo trekked through the underground hells till his eyes laid sights upon the staircase that would lead to the city of the Kalibas. He took the steps three or four at a time in his eagerness to complete the task for the sooner he did this and returned the sooner Tyr could go about his plans with Silem having never gained wind of what was to come.
Hroo broke through the ground and found New Arisalon standing in one piece for the time it seemed. One paw after the other he ran towards the city and gave a howl once again to foretell them of his coming as he paused just outside the gates.
"Take me to your Kaliba. I have a message for the leader of this town."
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Amateur
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Black Hood
Race: Arisalonian
Gender: Male
Age: Appears to be in his early to mid twenties, and maintains peak physical youth as if he remains in his prime.
Clan/Family: House Kaliba
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Sept 24, 2017 9:49:21 GMT -8
The soldier, if disturbed by the hellish beast- didn't look it. Instead he almost looked relieved. The location of his emergence was encircled by a powdered circle that seemed to ward it simply, but effectively from something- though at first brush it was quite unclear.
"You were expected, Herald of Tyr. Any such passing does not escape the notice of our new Lord Magister." The solder assured as he bowed with courtly regard.
"New Arisalon respects the position of each divine- you need not be taken to him." The soldier said with a slight smile however nervous.
Our of the long shadows of the walls the Magister emerged, cloaked in the rain meant of his station.
Trent's voice was a rich baritone, one that mortals feared. An agent of the gods would have no problem understanding the difference between himself and the others of his line. Something divine touched him, his lineage. Something old- forgotten, still potent.
"Surely, the Lord Magister of New Arisalon would come to you. Welcome, herald. "
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Post by Hróðvitnir on Sept 25, 2017 10:41:50 GMT -8
Hroo looked about and heard the voice seeing the strange shadow that crept along the walls and was amazed by this sight, though he would not let it show or be known. Perhaps he was mistaken once again by things he thought he knew or understood.
No.
No he would never go down that path, it would mean he was wrong and he had yet to tread down a line that was wrong.
Evil, yes, wrong, no.
Hroo looked and heard the voice, if he offered any recognition of respect it would be only with their face, seeming a bit more lax now. It was not out of disrespect either, if anything the Lord Magister would understand and comprehend the respect the hell hound showed to him as pride was inherent in all hell hounds.
"A pleasure Lord Magister. Tyr would like to extend to your fair land the opportunity to welcome him into your homes and accept him as he travels about this land. The god wishes to dwell with the mortals for a time and get a feeling for them. I have been sent to extend to you this invitation and to give all the cities and lands fair noticed of his arrival. I do hope that my timing is most welcomed and not at all inconvenient. I have not rested in my travels but even running through the hells takes time."
Hroo's voice was much more pleasant than his demeanor appeared sounding almost dignified and respectful to Trent Kaliba, something many others might not have received from this beast.
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