Actors In History

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Foreword:
Long ago the world was made and the gods brought forth mortal creatures to worship them. Some were swift and agile, others strong and rigid, and still more were able to shift with the world around them. Each race was unique and each race was gifted a Will. These Wills were just as unique as the creatures that owned them and sometimes those wills clashed and sometimes they were congruent. This clashing and congruence is the very fabric of History. How will your Will effect the world? Do you plan to bring ruin? Or perhaps peace is more your tune. Will you seek power or simply find strength in friendship? These questions are what make up History and you all will be Actors, playing your part in the grand play.

The Script is unwritten. The Story unfinished. Come, let us raise the Curtains.

The story begins:
We draw our attention on a trade caravan consisting of two small carriages and a cart laden with goods. The caravan has a group of 10 guards that surround it in a circular fashion, ready to deal with any threat. The name Ironbreaker Trading Company is panted on the side of the lead Carriage and two young men, one a half-orc, the other a dwarf whom is holding the reins, sit at the helm of this carriage.

To the north the road stretches forth towards the large Intharen Republic and an entry/exit checkpoint there of is visible on the horizon. To the south is the Southernlands where many interesting cities lie and a winding road stretches in that direction. On the south west horizon lies the caravans destination, the capitol the largest kingdom in the Southernlands, Instralia, its capitol sharing the name of the country.

The weather is cloudy, cold and dreary, as is the norm for the region. Large rocks and boulders dot the nearby landscape and the southern path leads up a steep hill which the horses are struggling to pull their cargos up. Trees are sparse, rocks being the more common feature.  

[Roilvn Whiro]

Rogar stood on the top of the front Carriage. His brown eyes scanned the top of the hill they where climbing. It was going to be a good day. He was well loaded down and ready to make this another profitable day. Rogar ran his free hand through his brown hair before calling back to his Second and command. "Mr Rock, Can we get some of the men to help push these carts? Don't we have some recruits we just picked up? Come on men, Bounty Lies on the other side of this hill! Let us go men!"

Rogar held his long bow at the ready, watching for any signs of attack. Eyes looking around for any sign of risk.  

[Maelthra Ssinss]

Anathrahd sat on the other side of the said hill, in the remains of a small, frugal camp. Her legs folded beneath her, she spent the morning in a state of meditation. Every morning, she spent at least an hour meditating on the merit of a calm, anger-less, blame-less, life. It did much to calm her now, though she saw no need to pursue such a life at this time.

Eyes closed, but in a state of semi-awareness to the world at large. As the caravan would crest the hill, a sharp eye could see her from the road, as she was not under taking any care to remain hidden.  

[loth17]

"Yes sir...OK EVERYONE ABLE BODIED PERSON WHO ISNT HOLDING THINGS DOWN OR DRIVING START PUSHING" Gorock yelled as he got out and started pushing his cart.  

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All the guards moved to assist the able bodied half-orc and horses up the hill. Several grumble but help push anyway. One guard manages to slip and fall for the effort but gets back up again to help.

The horses are visibly relieved for the help and push on at a greater pace as the drivers urge them on.

After a several long moments the caravan crests the hill and sees a large open field, similarly dotted with rocks and builders as the slope was. Instralia capitol is now within sight but is still at least a days journey away as several more slopes are required to be passed and the Ironbreaker guards all groan at that site.

However much closer on the feild there is a small camp with a strange young women.  

[dcfyj]

In Instralia capitol, Hakren woke from his late slumber. His day seemed to be just like the usual, time to go around town hunting for supplies.  

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As Hakren begins his search for "supplies" he notes that the human city is just as alive as it always is. Peasants, guards and a few adventurers walk the streets of the busy city, each on their own business. The buildings are all primarily made of the same gray stones that are found almost everywhere on the hills that surround the city. Though the outer walls of the city have a strange gleam to them that hints at unknown protections. Near the center of the city is Istaval Keep, the fortress/palace of the Royal Family and the newly crowned king. There are several stores throughout the city but there is no centralized market. The ever present cloud cover gives everything a dim color despite the mostly happy faces of the city's inhabitants.

Out of the corner of his eyes Hakren sees a guard catch a thief in the act of picking a pocket. "Sees" meaning he hears the distinctive accent of the people of this land coming from a nearby guard and his eyes are drawn out of reflex, "Hei' boe. Yov got till ve c**t of vree to drop mine pouch!" The guard then quickly states, "Vree" and beats the unlucky thief into unconsciousness.  

[Roilvn Whiro]

Rogar smiled cheering on his men, As they reach the top of the hill. Letting out a loud whoop he looks down at his gaurds. "Fine work all of you. I say first round when we get to the Inn. Everyone pile in the carriages. Rest until the next hill!" He smiled and looked down to Gorock. "Gor Wonderful selection of men. As always you do a fine job collecting men for our tasks."

He turned and sat down. Longbow at his side. "Wonderful job with the horse my friend. Your the lifeblood here. Without you we couldn't do it."  

[loth17]

"Good men are easy to find if you know how to look" Gor said as he and the men returned to the carriages  

[Maelthra Ssinss]

Anathrahd opened her eyes as the sound of the men reached her. She was facing the opposite direction, so she smoothly stood and cleaned the remains of her camp. It was probably about time she was moving on anyway. With a smile and a wave, she attempted to attract their attention.

"Ho, there!"

||OOC: I drew the pic myself. No judgement please... unless artistic feedback.||

 

[Southern Cross Nemesis]

In an ally behind the temple in Instralia, a man laid sound a sleep in the shadow of the building. His body was naked, which caused more than a few people passing by to stop and stare for a moment or rush off in disgust.  

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After a while a guard pokes at the sleeping nude man with the dull end of a spear to wake him. Seeing no immediate reaction to the poke the guard smiles cruelly and jabs the dull end of the weapon towards the sleeping males genitals.  

[dcfyj]

Having gathered his meager belongings, Hakren started to search for a merchant's house suitable to his purposes.  

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