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Heroics (Medieval-Fantasy Based NRP)

Sairn slightly bowed as he was thanked, after which he retreated into the study with the two Ursas. As he entered he began to remove his armor, placing it on a wooden rack situated in a back corner. As he did the Ursas more or less copied him, finding their own racks to hang their armor from, except they kept their studded leather and padded clothing on. As Sarin undid the knots on his scale armor, he thought back to the dragons and what had happened as he looked at each, "Interesting, that has never happened before. Why now?" He shook the though out of his head as he turned to the two Ursas. Seror was still tugging at the knots in his armors strings, Lara was already done, and was watching the Templars and the two looking at the Shrine wall from the entrance to the study. Walking over he stood beside Lara. "So what do you make of our guests so far?"

She thought for a moment "Im not quite sure, Lady Anita seems quite capable, same as the rider. Their soldiers seem well enough at ease, for being in what would, understandably, be a nerve wracking situation. Though I do confess I am no wolf when it comes to the matter of reading people."

Sarin nodded in agreement "Still, its always good to get a second opinion on such matters."

The two stopped talking as Anita approached. Lara returned the smile, and bowed. "Of course Lady Anita. It would be my pleasure. Right this way." Lara would walk over and retrieve her longsword, opting to leave her large two handed warhammer behind. Tieing the sword to herself she would lead the way out of the house and through the streets. The diminishing light has done little to clear the streets, people still doing business, people shopping for food, children playing, the city was alive. As they walked a few children would stop to look at Anita, one of them a small girl with dark brown hair, and a small design painted on the outside edge of her right eye "Pretty.." was all she said before running off to join back with her friends. Lara smiled as he continued on "Wolf children". The Bathhouse was only a few blocks away, it too appeared as a single story brick building, though its walls were much higher and painted designs wove their way around the building. Two large double doors stood open, each on the far side of the street face wall, crowds coming and going even at the late hour. The symbols that hung above the door quickly indicating that one side was for Women, the other for Men. Lara would guide Anita and her servants through the crowd and into the first room of the Bathouse. This room consisted of recesses set into the various walls, the recesses had cloth covers that could be pulled down to provide some measure of privacy for the objects that rested inside. Beyond a pair of stone doors in the back wall of the changing room sat a large open space, windows set high on the wall allowed light in. A shallow warm pool was set to the left hand side, it mosaic floor glinting up from the water, separate rooms on the right side partitioned off the Steam baths and in the back a single door led to the cold bath. A hidden system fed warm water into the baths and carried out the dirty water, insuring it was always clear, and servants meandered around tables outside of the steam baths, massaging those who wished it. Soap and towels were set on shelves next to the doors leading to from the Changing room.
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Sarin walked over to a basin that held cold clear water, grabbing a towel he washed his hands and face. As he was drying them he was approached by Imast. He nodded "Of course." and led him into the study where he closed the partition curtain. Pouring himself a small glass of wine, he would offer one to Imast as well before sitting down on one of the cushioned chairs, motioning Imast to sit down if he wasn't already "So, what is it that you wish to speak of." He asked, as he took a sip.

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Heroics (Medieval-Fantasy Based NRP)

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Sarin bowed slightly shifting his eyes as he did, a thought as to why that had happened crossed his mind, but he put it aside and returned to the matter at hand. "As you wish Lady Anita, if you and your soldiers would follow me." He turned and began to lead the way back to the Lacrian soldiers, stopping only to speak with a Warden in a hushed tone "They should have some baggage arriving later, keep yourself and a few of your men here to insure the safety of those things and guide them up to the house." The Warden snapped a quick salute and motioned for three other Wardens to step out of the lines and move further up the docks to wait. The other Wardens would stand firm until the guests were walking between them, at which point they would lift their shields in disciplined harmony and turn to walk along side the Templars, The Ursas flanked Sarin as they walked.

As they neared the square where the Dragon had landed it would become apparent that a large crowd had gathered around the entrances, hushed exited whispers running through it. "Good thing we told the Defensive Ballista and archers to stand down beforehand" The Ursa to Sarin's left grumbled in a joking tone.

Sarin chuckled slightly "A good thing indeed, send a Warden to guide the two to the House." He looked away from the Dragon, which could be seen over the top of the crowd, the shadowy whispers beginning the longer he looked at it. Thankfully the house wasn't that far from the square. It was a single story brick building, longer than it was wide, its two wise front doors sat open, Wardens stationed at the entrance saluted as the party neared. Sarin would enter last, after ordering the Wardens to stand guard outside. Inside would be just him, the Ursas, and their guests.

The interior of the house was more finely decorated, not ostentatiously so however. Each wall was painted, some containing various scenes from the history of the country, the most ornately decorated wall however stood in front of them, in the center of the main hall. Its surface was carved and painted into four figures, the first was a white dragon, its skin pulled taught over the bones beneath, it was intertwined with a emerald green dragon, this one looked much more healthy than the white. Flanking the two were one red dragon, wearing what appeared to be armor, and a sliver dragon, clutching a flowering vine. both Sarin and the Ursas would remove their weapons, placing them at the feet of the Silver Dragon. Before turning back to Anita, the Templars and her servants. "The guest rooms are to your left, the Master bedrooms are to your right, feel free to use whatever room you desire." He said, indicating the rooms with his hand "This is Lara and Seror" Both the Ursas stepped forward "If I am unavailable they are to be your guides, so feel free to call on them for anything. Now I do believe the Hand's servants are preparing dinner as we speak, so feel free to settle in, the bath house is just a few blocks down the street if you wish to use it. So until dinner rest easy, you have my solemn word no harm will come to you here, though if you do go out into the city I recommend you take one of us it is easy for a new person to get lost in the maze of streets." He motioned to himself and the two Ursas.

Heroics (Medieval-Fantasy Based NRP)

there we go! (NOTE: he has not shifted his eyes back yet, as he doesn't know they are shifted)

Heroics (Medieval-Fantasy Based NRP)

The honor guard marched down through the streets as the foreign ship pulled into port, as they reached the docks the Wardens marched two either side in a disciplined silence. When they had all reached the docks the Wardens stopped and turned to face the other line, creating a corridor to walk down the pier between them. Sarin and the two Ursas flanking had been walking in front of the Wardens and were already nearing the tie off point. Motioning with his hand Sarin stopped the two large soldiers and continued on alone . As he approached the docking ship he caught a glimpse of a huge white form in the air above the port, he smiled "So they have brought a full dragon, fantastic" He grinned as the image of his fathers stewards scrambling to gather together the food required to feed such a thing, flashed through his mind. He shook off the mirthful grin as the ship approached, replacing it with a stoic look.

As the boat docked Sarin winced slightly, his head had begun to throb as the ship had gotten closer, not painful but almost like faint whispers in the back of his mind. He shook it away, now was not the time for such nonsense. As the occupants of the ships began to exit the ship Sarin watched them, taking note of their armor and style as they made their way onto the docks. As Anita introduced herself Sarin bowed slightly "And speak to them you soon shall, I am crown Prince Sarin at your service, may I be the first bid you and your party welcome to Lacria." As he spoke to Anita he caught a glimpse of the dragon's head as it lifted it above the water line. He turned to the Dragon, the whispers growing in volume as he looked at the dragon and his eyes unconsciously shifting to their dragon state, smiling he bowed slightly to the dragon as well "I bid you welcome as well, may you hunt well in our waters." Turning away the whispers died down again as he focused back on Anita and her soldiers "If you would follow me my lady, it is getting late and Voice Jaralis has given us use of his summer home here in Karis. We will give you a chance to rest yourself and your men, we will move on to Va-serak tomorrow at daybreak. That is if you have no objections."

Heroics (Medieval-Fantasy Based NRP)

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The Call of the Realms

sorry if it is a bit short, was a very busy day

The Call of the Realms

No battle cry warned the enemy of Savin's approach, simply a shimmering effect within the mass of Orks and Kobolds that issued forth another thunderclap as the Walker entered combat. Aeterna sang as it cut through the air, felling the first two bodies that were unlucky enough to be in its path, turning the weapon over in his hand Savin spun and embedding it in the chest of an Ork. Two kobolds, who must have been encouraged by some laps in Savin's awareness rushed forward, their crooked spears raised, cackling in their tongue, only to be met with darts of purple energy that, like the ork in the forest, contorts their bodies and throws them like they were his with a heavy swinging log. Extracting Aeterna, whose gleam could be made out even under the black ork blood, Savin began to wade into the enemies towards the Elf and Norseman. But until he reached them he fought on, Aeterna flashing as it reflects the glow of his tendrils, the purple energy falling like smoke from his left hand as he treads his casting with his combat.

The Call of the Realms

just about done with post, should be up some time today