Stronghold of education and learning, this fortress is in one of the coldest areas of Idalos and home to many knowledge seekers in a variety of disciplines. However, unknown to most, below the city are those who suffer for the sake of science. While all are welcome, not everyone will be treated as they expect.
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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. Linika, you are receiving the following:
16oz Bottle of Aranaz Apple Pear Brandy in a Fancy Bottle
- Saoire: The Holiday Woman
- Saoire: The Beauty of a Gift
- Saoire: Wear Variable Holiday Crowns
- Holiday Gift: Might be from Julian Aranaz
Saoire had to admit, Idalos was full of attractive men. She had stopped at the Aranaz family estate to pick up this gift. She was also incredibly alarmed at the amount of illegal operations were going on in Idalos. From drugs to moonshine to exorbitant amounts of sex, everyone seemed to be interested in some form of debauchery or another. This estate had its own secrets it seemed. In a flurry of snow, she had disappeared with the gift.
Saoire came up behind Linika in an abrupt fashion, almost attempting to scare her. Maybe it was an accident, maybe it was on purpose. With a tinkling giggle, Saoire placed a hand on one hip and popped out the other. “You need to lighten up Naer. I bring to you liquid courage and joy in a fancy bottle.”
She held out the ornate bottle. It contained 16 ounces of a deep amber liquid. The label on the bottle was emblazoned with the Aranaz family emblem, hinting at who might have given her the gift. If opened, Linika would catch the strong sent of harsh alcohol followed by a hint of apple and pear. It was probably enough to make her face wrinkle or cough in response. It was enough to deviate her eyes. When she looked back up for Saoire, she would only find a few flakes of snow and swirling mist carried off in the wind.
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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.