grim137
04-14-06, 03:17 PM
((closed))
When people thought of Corone, usually thought of Radasanth, the Citadel, the Bazaar, or occasionally the great forest of Concordia. That was a mistake. Those places had been skimmed over by all sorts of types of people by all sorts of races from all sorts of different backgrounds for all sorts of different reasons. With the possible exception of Concordia, any secrets, any wonders those areas may have once had were by now likely discovered, there was no mystery left in them, not new area to check out, no new treasure to uncover and no new beast to try and conquer. Yet that didn’t mean that the nation of was entirely devoid of new and interesting things to discover and challenges to over come, it simply meant that one had to look harder to find such things.
Nestled in the various nooks and crannies of the great nation were all sorts of less developed cities and villages. It among these that an adventurer looking for new and exciting experiences could have a field day. In these villages whose in habitants, culture and laws, were so vastly different from everywhere else that it could be hard for a new comer to them to believe that those places even existed outside of the strangest, most extravagant books and bard tales.
In fact if an somebody wanted such adventure in one of these small, unknown towns they would have to look no further than beyond the blind vampire Tarry Whealer. The blind vampire was standing in the middle of an ancient Egyptian style town and on a hot and dry, yet violently windy day with a note in his hand that had been written by one of the vampire generals themselves. The note was written in the ancient vampire langue with silver ink, and the instructions it gave were simple. Find the vampire Irael’Rar, who had somehow tricked some apparently exceptionally stupid mortals into thinking he was god, and kill him for his crimes, then redeem or kill his apprentice. That was all there was to the note.
With a sigh Tarry threw the note to the wind and headed deeper into the village. He Ireal'Rar had already gone through the judge and jury stage of the vampire's court system (which was none existent) all that was left was for the blind vampire to fulfill his role as the executioner.
When people thought of Corone, usually thought of Radasanth, the Citadel, the Bazaar, or occasionally the great forest of Concordia. That was a mistake. Those places had been skimmed over by all sorts of types of people by all sorts of races from all sorts of different backgrounds for all sorts of different reasons. With the possible exception of Concordia, any secrets, any wonders those areas may have once had were by now likely discovered, there was no mystery left in them, not new area to check out, no new treasure to uncover and no new beast to try and conquer. Yet that didn’t mean that the nation of was entirely devoid of new and interesting things to discover and challenges to over come, it simply meant that one had to look harder to find such things.
Nestled in the various nooks and crannies of the great nation were all sorts of less developed cities and villages. It among these that an adventurer looking for new and exciting experiences could have a field day. In these villages whose in habitants, culture and laws, were so vastly different from everywhere else that it could be hard for a new comer to them to believe that those places even existed outside of the strangest, most extravagant books and bard tales.
In fact if an somebody wanted such adventure in one of these small, unknown towns they would have to look no further than beyond the blind vampire Tarry Whealer. The blind vampire was standing in the middle of an ancient Egyptian style town and on a hot and dry, yet violently windy day with a note in his hand that had been written by one of the vampire generals themselves. The note was written in the ancient vampire langue with silver ink, and the instructions it gave were simple. Find the vampire Irael’Rar, who had somehow tricked some apparently exceptionally stupid mortals into thinking he was god, and kill him for his crimes, then redeem or kill his apprentice. That was all there was to the note.
With a sigh Tarry threw the note to the wind and headed deeper into the village. He Ireal'Rar had already gone through the judge and jury stage of the vampire's court system (which was none existent) all that was left was for the blind vampire to fulfill his role as the executioner.