Reply to thread

Message

<blockquote data-quote="The Patriarchy" data-source="post: 22664" data-attributes="member: 162">[ATTACH=full]2694[/ATTACH]23rd of July, 867 – JiloborToday, we set out from Jilobor, deep in the heart of Chieftain Drosuk&#039;s lands, bound for Prague under the searing July sun. These are wild lands, with thick forests that seem to swallow the narrow trails, ancient trees casting shadows that stretch across our path. I have been tasked with escorting Zhritsa Dobroslava, the chieftain’s trusted wise woman, through these rough paths and into the domain of Duke Neklan.Zhritsa, sharp-eyed and silent, moves with purpose, though she spares little conversation for me or my men. Her message, whatever it may be, is clearly important enough to warrant an escort. I sense it carries the weight of old alliances and grudges, for there is a fire in her gaze that belies her calm exterior. The people of Jilobor know her as “the Vindictive Lackey,” but here, in the shadows of her homeland, she seems more like a force of nature, in tune with the land itself. As we press onward, I watch her carefully—her every gesture, every glance at the trees around us. I wonder what wisdom she carries, wisdom born of this place, and what secrets lie sealed within the message entrusted to her care.<h4></h4></blockquote>

[QUOTE="The Patriarchy, post: 22664, member: 162"] [ATTACH type="full"]2694[/ATTACH] [I]23rd of July, 867 – Jilobor[/I] Today, we set out from Jilobor, deep in the heart of Chieftain Drosuk's lands, bound for Prague under the searing July sun. These are wild lands, with thick forests that seem to swallow the narrow trails, ancient trees casting shadows that stretch across our path. I have been tasked with escorting Zhritsa Dobroslava, the chieftain’s trusted wise woman, through these rough paths and into the domain of Duke Neklan. Zhritsa, sharp-eyed and silent, moves with purpose, though she spares little conversation for me or my men. Her message, whatever it may be, is clearly important enough to warrant an escort. I sense it carries the weight of old alliances and grudges, for there is a fire in her gaze that belies her calm exterior. The people of Jilobor know her as “the Vindictive Lackey,” but here, in the shadows of her homeland, she seems more like a force of nature, in tune with the land itself. As we press onward, I watch her carefully—her every gesture, every glance at the trees around us. I wonder what wisdom she carries, wisdom born of this place, and what secrets lie sealed within the message entrusted to her care. [HEADING=3][/HEADING] [/QUOTE]

Name

Verification

Layout Options

Color Schemes

Reply to thread