Atop a stony plateau overlooking the lands of central Idalos, and growing wealthy from the gem stones pulled from the rocky soil, Etzos is a bastion of independence; firm in its belief that man should rule Idalos, not be servants of the vain Immortals who nearly destroyed it. But can the many factions set aside their conflicting agendas and see this through?
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Holiday Event Notice
This post was provided to you because you are participating in the holiday event. In this post, you will receive your gift whether you reply to this thread or not. You are welcome to reply to the post to react to your gift if it is a new thread, and it is encouraged; however, skill points will not be awarded for this thread. There will only be one post from Saoire. As a gift, everyone that participated will receive the same knowledges as provided. You are receiving the following:
- Ominous Dagger
- A large dagger with a straight blade (2 inches in width) and the handle created with the bone of one of the many mutants rounded up and killed in the previous trials. The dagger is made out of "pig shit iron" - the lowest quality iron possible in the land - It is plated with a thin layer of gold. The blade of the dagger reads the following words in Ith'Ession: "Woe to ye who choose lead before gold; to be puppets of power, not the masters of it. And woe to ye who choose fools gold before real gold; to choose the easy way out, not the path of honor."
The dagger handle is one that would break very easily and the gold foil that encapsulates the pig shit iron would peel off very easily. The weapon is a symbol intended to remind Vorval that behind the red tinted glasses that is the lure of power without moral accountability to the community, is, in fact, false. And that the true path we have undertaken here in Etzos is to achieve power and still have our voice instead of merely becoming a puppet of the position.
- Gorget with Personalization
- Saoire: The Holiday Woman
- Saoire: The Beauty of a Gift
- Saoire: Wears Variable Holiday Crowns
Saoire had picked this particular gift up with a raised eyebrow. Was she delivering a gift, or a tricky message? Etzos was full of power players, those seeking to usurp the old man and those seeking to protect the seat of power. For the longest time, she had thought that politics would have been left to the pompous nobles of Rynmere. It seems that the rest of the world was giving it their best attempt to compete with the power struggles. One item was sharp and pointy, but the craftsmanship was shoddy work at best. Their creativity was excellent given that they disguised the terrible work to make it look more valuable than it was. The second item was valuable in both nel and life. A gorget could protect a person from a sneak attack from someone that claimed to be a friend. Nothing like looking your attacker directly in the eye just before having your throat slit open.
Saoire carried the dagger in a bit of soft velvet as it was requested. The Mistress of the Holiday quietly approached Vorval
. She knelt before the mercenary, lifting the dagger up to him to be taken. He would probably see it's beauty; yet, something is off. It was heavy, like lead. Good metal would have been almost lightweight. Saoire stood up, unclasping the chains and placing the embellished gorget around his neck. Part of her wanted to say something clever and befitting the holiday. Nothing came to mind.
"Careful who you trust my darling. Good luck to you."
Saoire's voice still tinkled like silver bells. The wind kicked up and she disappeared in a sparkling tornado of gold.
I'm bad, and that's good. I will never be good, and that's not bad. There's no one I'd rather be then me.