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It is a fine day in the Kingdom. Birdsong swims in on the breeze, mingling with the calls of marketworkers and townsfolk outside in the main town. Occasionally a chamberpot is tossed out the window and a series of obscenities bristles in through the window with the other more agreeable sounds.

Freshly baked bread mixed with the scents of horse dung from the carriages stamps the Capitol with it's recognizable fragrance. Despite all these things, though, Jorde was asleep.

[center]Though not for long.[/center]

"JORDE!" screeched the old withered man as he flung a dusty old thome right into Jorde's peaceful, sleeping face. He awoke with a start. "What do you think you're doing! 7 o clock in the morning and you're already napping on the job! You've barely been here two hours. Go on, off with you, I want you to find a place for this book and re-ward the windows. I can't STAND those smells and sounds in here... this is a library, you know..."

The ancient old man, known to you as Christopherius, waddles off muttering under his breath, his bones audibly groaning as he went.[hr][hr]

[center][@Uberblutwurst] Jorde is awake and you are now a voice in [b]Jorde[/b]'s head. The old man has given you something to do, but who cares about that?

As the first player to play as [b]Jorde[/b], you may decide on and describe his appearance in the next post![/center]