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 Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 7:53 pm
Here arrive those among the greatest of men and women, a land where one's worth is not determined by their race, their wealth, or their charisma, but rather their skills with weaponry.
Nes'Tanlidan is a city where there are very few laws, for they believe that if one is incapable of defending themselves from discontent then they have in fact brought the discontent upon themselves. Unlike the brutes of Aroch, these men and women practice form over strength, speed over size, and prefer the leather craftsmanship of armor over the vast array of mythril carvings.
The Republic itself stands on either side of a single river, with several bridges placed in order for them to cross over to the other side. Many find that those caught within the locking of blades often find themselves balancing across passing ships.
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Posted: Fri Apr 19, 2013 7:10 pm
Chris Rushlon
The Wanderer  (Enter) The journey from city to city was, by all means, a long one, though the use of the shadows made the wandering travel somewhat shorter. Upon arriving at some unknown place, the wanderer made his way beyond the city walls, his blank eyes scanning the new scenery. This place reminded him of another he had been to, yet... there was a difference here. He couldn't place it, though it wasn't that much of a concern to him. Making his way onward, he found himself standing at the end of one of the numerous bridges leading across to the over side of the city. Standing there, he cast a glance over the side, staring down at the waters...
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