Raelyse
05-18-06, 07:54 AM
(Grander's Order initiation thread featuring Abbie and Khalxaen)
The landscape of Alerar is simply breathtaking.
While Corone has its bustling metropolis and Raiaera its elegant elven grace, this continent has a rustic and primitive yet stunning feel. It has just as much charm as its two cousins, though perhaps, this one is much more beautiful. The gods sculpted it, the mortals were too scared to touch it, thus making it the last bastion for natural beauty in Althanas. Its mountains are filled with untold danger and yet they are the most imposingly beautiful of their kind in the entire world.
There are many who come to see the sights of Alerar, perhaps in case one day it will all be gone, ruined by the invading humans or the dwarves' endless greed. One man though, cares not for such trivial things as beauty and grace. At least not on things that weren't himself.
His name was Raelyse Salidan, leader of the Grander's Order. And as he stared from his mountain fortress of Erebus onto the imposing landscape of Alerar, there was one thing on his mind. The Dwarven mines. Fuck all that stuff about beauty and untold natural splendor, beneath that facade laid the best profit possible on Althanas. Gold, Silver, Damascus, Ore... Whatever. It was all simply there for the taking. All he needed to do was take it.
"Casiba," he said slowly. Instantly the door to his quarters flew open and a short, blonde haired soldier strode towards his leader, bending down on one knee, his head angled towards the ground as if he was not worthy to be in the presence of such a man.
And to the man, he was not. For the moment though, he would be elevated to the point where he deserved to divulge information.
"Progress report on Gold Digger prologue."
The code speak revealed a long line of information that perhaps only the two understood but there was a basic gist. It was going well. Raelyse's lips curled into a smile, but his attention was still firmly on the mountains that seemed to stare at him from beyond his window.
"But Sir... it appears that we do not have enough..."
A word was whispered and for a second, the superior turned around, appearing to lose his ice cool composure. It was quickly regained though and he turned to the landscape with a confident smirk across his face.
"You know what to do then," he said slowly. "Furs Yeria."
Casiba nodded slowly and began to rise, but was suddenly shocked when Raelyse turned around, flashing that wide, confident smirk to his subordinate.
"Three."
The landscape of Alerar is simply breathtaking.
While Corone has its bustling metropolis and Raiaera its elegant elven grace, this continent has a rustic and primitive yet stunning feel. It has just as much charm as its two cousins, though perhaps, this one is much more beautiful. The gods sculpted it, the mortals were too scared to touch it, thus making it the last bastion for natural beauty in Althanas. Its mountains are filled with untold danger and yet they are the most imposingly beautiful of their kind in the entire world.
There are many who come to see the sights of Alerar, perhaps in case one day it will all be gone, ruined by the invading humans or the dwarves' endless greed. One man though, cares not for such trivial things as beauty and grace. At least not on things that weren't himself.
His name was Raelyse Salidan, leader of the Grander's Order. And as he stared from his mountain fortress of Erebus onto the imposing landscape of Alerar, there was one thing on his mind. The Dwarven mines. Fuck all that stuff about beauty and untold natural splendor, beneath that facade laid the best profit possible on Althanas. Gold, Silver, Damascus, Ore... Whatever. It was all simply there for the taking. All he needed to do was take it.
"Casiba," he said slowly. Instantly the door to his quarters flew open and a short, blonde haired soldier strode towards his leader, bending down on one knee, his head angled towards the ground as if he was not worthy to be in the presence of such a man.
And to the man, he was not. For the moment though, he would be elevated to the point where he deserved to divulge information.
"Progress report on Gold Digger prologue."
The code speak revealed a long line of information that perhaps only the two understood but there was a basic gist. It was going well. Raelyse's lips curled into a smile, but his attention was still firmly on the mountains that seemed to stare at him from beyond his window.
"But Sir... it appears that we do not have enough..."
A word was whispered and for a second, the superior turned around, appearing to lose his ice cool composure. It was quickly regained though and he turned to the landscape with a confident smirk across his face.
"You know what to do then," he said slowly. "Furs Yeria."
Casiba nodded slowly and began to rise, but was suddenly shocked when Raelyse turned around, flashing that wide, confident smirk to his subordinate.
"Three."