[center][color=EC2600][b][h1]Vyandar Urthac[/h1][/b][/color][/center]

Coris. Vyandar had been here before. Back when his past life...back when he had served that tour of duty against the Empire. Mere months ago, before the contract had ended and the company returned to Malia for other work. Including the one that killed them all in the end. They'd spent their leave away from the front in this city. 

It was difficult to believe that it hadn't been that long since he'd been here last. And at the same time, it didn't matter at all. There was a job to do. A holy mission. Fortunately, he'd made good time since making landfall in Farwatch. The trek to Coris had been eventful enough, with Vyandar being able to honor Anhur a good few times through encounters with bandits and highwaymen on the roads. Still, they'd made for poor sport in the end. Best to unite with the other Envoys quickly. 

And yet, as Vyandar passed through the city's main square, something told him that there was time. Time enough to make a brief stop. The way this city treated their impending demise at the hands of the Empire had always...disgusted his past incarnation. But their gold had been good, and he had his orders. Now, though? Now he felt he had the words to express it. And the freedom to do so. To maybe spread Anhur's dogma to even one person in this greed-filled hole. 

Vyandar stopped in the middle of the city square, slamming his shield into the stone to get the attention of those around him. 

[color=EC2600][b]"Nuniel comes for you all! A tide of blood rises from the north! The knights of Latis do everything in their power to hold back their advance! But what of Coris? You sit back and expect your wealth to save you. I have taken your gold! I have spilled more blood in the name of Coris than any of you ever have! Does that not fill you with shame? That a foreign sellsword has bled more for your beloved home than any of its native sons and daughters have?!"[/b][/color] The dragonborn bellowed. Good. He had their attention. Now for the message. 

[color=EC2600][b]"People of Coris, it is not too late to rectify your errors! To save yourselves! Honor the God of War, and he will bless you in battle! Take up arms yourselves! Invest your wealth in the cause of [i]survival[/i]! Swords and shields to take to the front, and men and women to bear them! Do not wait for others to bring you salvation, when only through war at your own hands will you free yourselves from the blight of the Empire! Join your armies! Go to the front! Kill in defense of your home, and Anhur will grant you strength!"[/b][/color] 

Vyandar caught his breath from his ranting and raving, picking his shield back up and starting to walk off, heedless of whatever reception he'd gotten from those around him. He'd spread the word. It fell to the people of this blasted city to determine whether or not they wished to heed it. For now, Anhur pulled him in a different direction.

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At the Red Snapper, Vyandar took a stool at the bar, setting his shield down next to him as his sword lay sheathed at his side. 

[color=EC2600][b]"Ale and meat."[/b][/color] He rasped to the tavernkeep, setting some silver down on the counter to pay for it. Now, where were his fellows...? Vyandar could feel them in close proximity, but were any here inside the tavern already? Despite having clear knowledge of his holy mission, Vyandar knew little of the other Envoys. If they were like him, would he be able to tell on sight? 

He shifted slightly in his stool as a bowl of stew and a mug of ale were shoved in front of him, turning to watch the rest of the tavern with a wary eye as he ate and drank.