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Post subject: A letter to any remaining officers of Marali
 Posted: May 25, 2011 - 02:40 AM
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Joined: Dec 25, 2008
Posts: 436
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Day 72 of the Growing Moon, year 436
Remaining Officers of Marali:
Who is in command? Is there even anyone left to even read this?
It has been some years since Commander Vaup disappeared, rumored to be chasing phantoms in the forest. In the time since, no one has taken authority in Marali. Amazingly, our city has survived this long without a head, but how long can we last directionless?
For far too long, Marali has been left without clear leadership. From the outside, our city appears as xenophobic isolationists whos history of military might is rapidly waning. From the inside, we are a bastion of anarchy, collapse slowed only by a tradition of military discipline.
The Vanguard is in shambles. Marali has no emissary to the rest of Oberin. I have no wish to see Marali occupied by its enemies again. While the local guilds may be able to maintain a powerful offense, the northern city's defenses remain weak.
If recent reports are to believed, an army is being raised nearby. With the recent Alliance attack on Port Gast, and the prolonged issue of necromancy within the walls, it would be prudent begin rebuilding Marali's brawn, starting with a competent command.
If nothing else, consider the morale of the people of Marali. A formal announcement that order remains at home would be a large boost of confidence for the citizenry and soldiery.
Lord Laricen, of Citrinitas Aegis |
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Post subject:
Posted: May 28, 2011 - 11:19 AM
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(demo)
Joined: May 19, 2007
Posts: 16
Location: The Netherlands
Status: Offline
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Year 436, Growing Moon, Day 107
This letter reached me many days ago and I've been pondering if I should answer it. I am just a member of the Marali Vanguard, not an officer. I have been away since the year 432/433 and only came back the lands during the previous Moon Cycle.
Since my return to action I have not yet seen anyone else related to the Marali Vanguard, making me fear the worst, that I might be the only one left. So, who is in command? No idea to be honest. So, I guess I'm a bearer of bad news. The Vanguard is in shambles indeed...
My years of inactivity have made me weak and unable to survive the Marali region, so I'm currently training around Mirith and Lerilin, until I am strong enough to return. I hope I'll find some more members of my Guild soon too.
So, in the mean time, Marali has to depend on the local Guilds. Sad, but true, as far as I know...
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Nimuialwing Winterdawn, Ranger
Armsman of the Marali Vanguard
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Posted: May 30, 2011 - 04:53 AM
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Honorable
Joined: Mar 01, 2007
Posts: 371
Location: NH/Maine South Border, USA
Status: Offline
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I suppose both of us coming back around the same time is a sign. I was deeply in my research for... well... various things. And finally have time to take a break from them for now.
There was no news from Commander Vaup, nor any of the Majors for that matter before I went into my studies. I am back in town stockpiling arrows for some later hunting. |
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I wished upon Jinkers head... I got slapped. -Fang
Stop running in circles, Fang. I'm dizzy. -Zardus.
"Oberin is not your common MMORPG."
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Posted: Jan 25, 2012 - 09:49 PM
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Honorable
Joined: Jun 06, 2011
Posts: 414
Status: Offline
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Flicking through some old records, Octar discovers a copy of Lord Laricen's letter lying filed away in the Vanguard hall. It's now a little yellowed with the passing moons. How much has changed? Octar wonders. Casting his mind back to that time, he smiles as he remembers the naivete of his youth...
Down in Lerilin two young men, barely out of childhood, are mining the rocks near the sea - the fear of ants keeping them away from the southern rocks. They are wearing scraps of chain mail armour, and carrying blunted weapons. The optimism of youth adorns their unscarred features, and each lump of black ferrite chiseled from the rock is celebrated as if some mighty beast had been vanquished.
(Octar): have you thought about guilds?
(Nial): If I get a lot stronger, I'll form a guild in Marali. They need more help there.
(Octar): Marali? I have never been.
(Nial): Marali: it's a bad place man. Kiroby, my deceased rogue friend, went there.
(Octar): Oh
(Nial): He was petrified of the skellies that roam the streets of Marali.
(Octar): The streets!
(Nial): The streets.
(Octar): That IS bad
(Nial): Laricen, one of the few guys left protecting Marali, once said that Marali has problems with necromancy.
(Octar): only a few left?
(Nial): Like three.
(Octar): Three!
(Nial): That's why they'd need me.
(Octar): No wonder everyone is at Mirith
(Octar): wahey black ferrite!
(Nial): nice job with the black ferrite
(Nial): It doesn't help that Bone Mages regularly haunt the graveyard of Marali.
(Octar): Very well Nial: let us become powerful warriors, and cleanse the streets of Marali
(Nial): Indeed, friend. Marali has lost its former glory...
(Octar): Nothing here left to mine. I will be round the corner
(Nial): ...and we must increase our skills in order to save it. |
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Post subject: The Commander, a Dagger and the Diabolicals
Posted: Feb 14, 2012 - 06:19 PM
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Honorable
Joined: Jun 06, 2011
Posts: 414
Status: Offline
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Marali. The full harvest moon is upon us, and Octar has been mining. Citizens of Marali periodically interrupt him to make a report of some possible threat to the city, and various patrols are organised by members of the vanguard to investigate. For the most part, there is an uneasy quiet, broken only by the monotonous tapping of metal on rock.
Octar doesn't spot a figure that lurks in the shadows as he enters the gates, stiffly saluting the guards. A more observant man might have noticed a tiny drop of poison on the path, or the tip of a dagger catching the moonlight. As Octar deposits the ore, a silent flurry of dark robes drops from behind a pillar. Octar's grip on his sword tightens - but swiftly relaxes as he recognises Laricen. Each understanding silently the purpose of the other, they exchange the most perfunctory of greetings, and immediately their talk turns to the leadership of the vanguard, and of the city.
"I thought you were in charge of the Vanguard now? You must be Captain."
"I am only acting as such until the title can justly be conferred."
"Its easier to get forgiveness than permission. Who is there to give it to you? No Vaup, no Majors..."
"It is our duty to find them - rescue them if that is needed."
"Our duty? What of their duty? I was tempted to declare myself Commander up until you and Nial showed up. Their duty to is to lead and defend Marali, not chase ghosts in the forest. No, not ghosts in the literal sense, but something that can't be caught. Vaup is supposedly chasing the Twins."
"Perhaps she has succeeded? When I was young, I was present for a conversation between Telchine, Cassandra and Necrosia. "They fall silent" Necrosia said of the Twins, but the twin's faction still exists and is controlled by Master Rem, or Rembrethar if I remember his full name aright. Though I don't think we have the strength to fight the Diabolicals at present."
"We are trusting the word of a Bone Lord? An agent of Marthonis? And you think Vaup or the majors would give us the strength?"
"Perhaps. What do you know of the Diabolicals?"
"They like expensive shiny objects, like I do."
"Like... interesting daggers? You may have a means to help us, and I know you have a desire to do so""
"Maybe. But I don't think what I have is a dagger. The auctioneer knows rogues have deep pockets. Call it a dagger, even if its a spearhead, or a piece of a crown, rogues will spend their money on it if they think they can use it. But what would you have me do? Infiltrating the Black Hand is trickier than it sounds."
"We need information - what are the Diabolicals up to? What happened to the Twins? Then when we have a little more information, we may be able to surmise what the commander is doing - if she is alive or dead, captured or free. I am not saying you must infiltrate them, but to gather some information may be possible - they may be interested in sharing information on that dagger after all."
"You assume I can find them. And that they will trust me, and not just beat the facts out of me. Or just flat out kill me. I doubt I will find anything."
"I don't think you will take the artifact with you, so they will need you alive. Of course they will not trust you, but they will give many secrets away if you observe them closely. And your information will have to be a little inaccurate... You will find a way, if any way can be found. I can pursue official channels. I am asking you to pursue less official channels. I shall write an encoded message to the majors and Captain Quin, to see if there is any answer. At least Vaup's mail is opened, so her secretary must be around"
"Or a spy. Or Vorund has taken the liberty. Codes can be broken. Brigands have proven your guildhall is not an impenetrable fortress."
"But they would have to corrupt all the guard captains, since each of them holds a piece of the code, and brigands loot ale, not books - until I cut their heads off that is. In any case, I look forward to receiving information from you."
"I have an idea... Rumor is Andris has an imbedded agent in the Hand. But again, trouble is in finding them. I have a hunch who the agent is. I seriously doubt the Senate will turn over information that might compromise them. Not about to name names. Never know who's on the other side of the door."
"If your hunch is correct then we can persuade Andris of the need to share some information with us. Good! We have two leads now then, as well as official channels. Let us see what becomes of this." |
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Post subject: RE: The Commander, a Dagger and the Diabolicals
Posted: Feb 24, 2012 - 04:06 PM
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Honorable
Joined: Jun 06, 2011
Posts: 414
Status: Offline
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Once again Marali. Once again, Octar is mining. The harvest moon is waning, dust and sweat are on the fighter's brow, and blisters on his fingers. A hungry giant lumbers into view, but a few deft katana strokes persuade the giant to search for an easier meal. As it turns to flee, a blade appears from the shadows and severs the giant's hamstrings. A graceful stab, the giant twitches - then lies still.
"I was mining again Laricen, just thought I had better clear out the giants first."
"That's the fun part of mining."
"True. Any news?"
"Nothing. I will need to speak to Fuoco or Cyric. Both of them have good working relationships with the Senate, but even so, I highly doubt either of them can convince the Senate to reveal their sources."
"It's a matter of sharing information, not of revealing their sources. Morgans seems a nice old thing."
"Politicians usually do seem nice."
"Well if I see Cyric or Fuoco I shall ask them to seek you out."
"No need to tell them to find me. I would suggest you keep it fairly private."
"Very well. I am pursuing official channels. We shall see if there is any response." |
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