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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Topic Start: June 05, 2019, 09:27:54 PM »

Roleplay from Guldor D'Espana


Guldor had decided to take a walk before the arrival of the night. His Black Whistlers, 125 well-trained and equipped archers that had served in numerous battles and composed in no small part of volunteers he had recruited over the passage of weeks in allied lands, were already settled down and dug in following the orders he had given Captain Ines, the middle-aged woman that he had recruited in Krimml. The war camp was still busy at this time of the night, so he decided against demanding an escort and simply allowed himself the pleasure of walking a few hundred meters away from its external perimeter all on his own.

He was enjoying the cleaner air and quieter surroundings outside when he saw the small retinue of a noblemen he had not met yet. Intrigued, since he was bearing the colors of Eponllyn, he walked back to the camp, wishing to inquire on the identity of this newcomer to the realm.