[center][h3]Jaralia[/h3]
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	[color=DarkGray]The desert city of Ahak was busy and bustling. It lied 5 miles west of the Yimosha in the Plains of Dust, and it was the largest and capital city of the Vashiel province. Ahak's towers and buildings of sandstone bricks stood over black stone streets like yellow golden dunes that trickled with oil. Bronze still dominated the land, but silver - yes, silver - was the new pride of the Plains. The people here liked to dress loosely, with flowing robes and sashes. Some wore scarves, others bandages. Jewels and bangles bedecked the gentry, and the poor wore rags and lived in shambles. At this particular point in time, wearing a circlet around the head was common for those married or engaged. One fact was immediately apparent of the masses in Ahak: they were a variegated sea of colors and styles.

	This people's great wealth, the social inequality, the weak infrastructure, and the strong regional identity, the Vashieli people justified it all with their might in the defensive industry. Vashiel housed numerous military barracks, supplies, and bases. Although extremely rare in these days, the few magically-gifted who were born in Vashiel were encouraged to join the military, so that a large piece of Ansus' military might lied in the North. This force tamed and maimed dragons with a wave of the finger, this force could wipe a raucous, unjustified rebellion off the map.[/color]

[hider=Quest Note for Kingfisher][b][@Kingfisher][/b]

	Time to send Jaralia in! She won't be able to take down that army of course. It's stuffed with magical power, and a vigilante group could easily drag her back down in the same manner of her death. But basically, this is the place where shit's going to go down. I might send that roastin' dragon your way.[/hider]
[center][h3]Ki'ira[/h3]
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	[color=DarkGray]The forest was full of small stones and vines, and a thin brook wound its way in between the trees. As Ki'ira explored further into the reaches of the woods, the gray and brown stones seemed to grow larger and larger until they became collapsed walls and roofs of ruined buildings, covered in moss, vines, and dirt. This was the former village of Kaleze, and the rest had rotted while the trees that grew in the forest had overtaken the village's buildings and broken them apart. The laughing of girls could be heard, eerily rebounding against the trunks of the trees, and it would seem as if a million unseen eyes were watching Ki'ira. The bushes rustled and the treetops shook as if something really fast was darting among them. One thing would be apparent then: Ki'ira was not alone.[/color]

[hider=Quest Note for rivaan][b][@rivaan][/b]

	You heard right, you're about to meet the Daughters of Vinsha again! They're also going to give you a hella hard time.[/hider]
[center][h3]Luther[/h3]
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	[color=DarkGray]The mercenary jolted to consciousness, and he immediately laid eyes upon the historian. "Is everything fine, old man?! What the bloody hell happened?!" the mercenary shouted in a panic. He shook his head and took a look around him to jog his memory and get a grip of his surroundings.

	Then he saw Luther, standing above him, and the mercenary, whose name was Grant, gawked for a few moments before he crawled away and clutched his hands tight on his sword. Grant jumped to his feet and held out his weapon defensively. "Who the hell is this?" he asked the historian. "Did he hurt you?"[/color]

[hider=Quest Note for Torack][b][@Torack][/b]

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Well, the merc is awake! Do you:
A.	hit him with a frying pan,
B.	ask him how his mother is doing,
C.	give him a big kiss, or
D.	kick him really hard in the shin and scream "Thief!"?[/hider]
[center][h3]Markiel[/h3]
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	[color=DarkGray]An old man with a long, white beard exited from a large wooden structure which faced the main road and stood on the opposite side of the obelisk, and he stepped onto a platform which was higher than the rest of the town square, such that all the villagers could see him upon it. Two soldiers from the local militia, a smaller arm of Ansus' military, flanked the old man on either side as he stepped closer to the front of the platform and stopped, hunched over his cane. He announced for all to hear, "Markiel Harrir! The Arbiter of Alnox, Guardian of Nature! I, Chief Agreth, have been expecting your return."

	Chief Agreth pointed to a relief near the top of the obelisk, the art of which depicted Nature's Crusade and the establishment of the Wilds. "It has been nearly fifty thousand years since you have walked this earth. The Wilds have since become a new province of the United Federation of Ansus. Welcome, the Old God's Chosen, to the Province of Alnoxia." The soldiers who carried spears then banged the ends of them on the ground, and the crowd, the militia, and Chief Agreth kneeled before Markiel in respect. When they rose to their feet, Agreth spoke again. "Markiel, I can answer your questions in the Great Hall behind me if you so choose."[/color]

[hider=Quest Note for jasonwolf][b][@jasonwolf][/b]

	Alright, there you go! Go hang out with that old man![/hider]
[center][h3]Rthyin[/h3]
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	[color=DarkGray]As the chaos erupted in the arena, the Sisters ran onto the arena to meet Celeanda at its center. There Celeanda and the Sisters convened, and she, their leader, spoke first. "The Elder Dragon is come."

	The other Sisters nodded in acknowledgement. They wore similar outfits to Celeanda's, but theirs were much simpler to show their status in the Sisterhood of the Elder Dragon. Thesaria, the next highest in command, stepped forward and said, "Then it is in order that we dedicate ourselves to her preservation."

	"Aye," the Sisters replied in chorus.

	Celeanda said, "Then it is in order that we prove ourselves to her fellowship."

	"Aye."

	Thesaria and Celeanda joined hands, and the Sisters followed suit as they formed a circle in the center of the arena. They awaited Rthyin's landing in their presence, and they readied themselves for further instruction.[/color]

[hider=Quest Note for RisenDead][b][@RisenDead][/b]

	Get your minions, here! Get your fresh, tasty minions, here![/hider]
[center][h3]Volkimir[/h3]
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	[color=DarkGray]A cold, wicked, blood-curdling scream cut the dead air. Feet pounded in the snow, and they darted behind objects as the sources of both that scream and several subsequent groans and screams approached Volkimir. The scent of decaying and rotten flesh filled Volkimir's nose, an unpleasant and unwelcome scent that portended sinister work. An emaciated, gray body jumped at Volkimir from behind a pile of rocks, and it grabbed at him with ugly, deformed hands. Soon there were more, and they charged at the vampire with haste and hunger. They looked more like skeletons than they did like living creatures, the flesh on their bodies decomposed, foul, and barely hanging. They tugged at the vampire's body and mashed their teeth as they attacked with the intent of eating Volkimir.[/color]

[hider=Quest Note for Volkimir][b][@Dead Cruiser][/b]

	[i]En garde, fuckboy.[/i][/hider]
[center][h3]Zhan[/h3]
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[hider=Quest Note for Charzy][b][@Charzy][/b]

	Go forth, and find yourself a village! It could be in the fashion of a newer, modern province like Cynderia, the land from which Altim hails and contains the Ivory Towers of the archaeologist's interest where Dormeria and Altim's histories are kept. It could be somewhere in Alnoxia, the land of Markiel and what is formerly the Wilds. Really, I would just see what land isn't already claimed and work with it.[/hider]