([color=f26522]Holden d’Alnharte[/color], Streets of Artis Port, Praelium)
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“Sounds like the Tyrannus is a busy person.”[/color] Holden looked in the direction that the necromancer ran off. [color=f26522]“And if they’ve got the balls to run around in broad daylight, then it’s not just my concern.”[/color] He knew full well that there was only one guild that accepted necromancers with open arms. And talented ones, at that.

[color=f26522]“The Withered Beacon can ruin an entire army within a night,”[/color] he explained. He knelt down, and ripped his arrow free from the ground. [color=f26522]“Whomever you are, I doubt you and your organization’s abilities to handle this alone, and I don’t say that to insult you.”[/color] He frowned; the arrowhead was broken. Tossing it aside, he stood up, and nodded his head to the Dominus. [color=f26522]“But should you insist on handling this yourself, good luck, Door minus... err, [i]Dominus[/i].”
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He gave a small bow, and walked in the direction that the necromancer disappeared. With the obscure fog lifting, it would be plain to tell that he was no Praelian. He wore simple clothes, a leather tunic and a dark green cloak; a strip of On’hinian blue wrapped around the collar. 

If he was going to make Praelium his new home, it was a priority for him to see that it is not destroyed by the mages urging forth a new era.


([color=fff79a]Alon d’Trilith[/color], Perona, On’hino)

[color=fff79a]“You’re kidding me.”[/color]

“That, I am not.” Marius sighed, and leaned against the wall of the local pub. “They’re waiting for you down there.”

[color=fff79a]“I’m not even an escort? Just a piece of meat for show?” Alon groaned, and looked at the ship he was to board. “Politics is for the soft and complacent.”[/color]

“If we’re getting into a war with Benaduza, we’re going to need to make what friends we can.” Marius pinched the bridge of his nose. “Even if it means dealing with the Flowerheads.”

[color=fff79a]“What good will the Consortium do for us?”[/color] Alon argued. [color=fff79a]“They have little reason to aid us in our time of need.”[/color]

“Assuring that they don’t condemn us when the time comes is reason enough.” Marius gestured for Alon to go. “You’re going to represent the elite military of On’hino. Remain disciplined. However, should you be threatened, do not stand down.”

[color=fff79a]“Our efforts would be better spent going and making ties with Praelium. They’re not going to bend by force.”[/color] Alon shook his head. [color=fff79a]“Why don’t you go?”[/color]

“What is the Royal Army without you?” Marius asked. “It’s still the Royal Army. If I were to go…” 

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“I get it.”[/color] Alon picked up his blade, and walked down to the docks. This morning, he was scrubbing blood, bone and shit off his steel. This evening, he would have to swallow a ton of the latter.