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<blockquote data-quote="Ashy" data-source="post: 1808181" data-attributes="member: 312">PC shakes off what seems to be a cloud od despair and continues the thoughts which arose from Tristan's questions.&nbsp; &quot;Bashat is a beautiful place, it glimmers like a crown jewel of Arena, it does, nestled around a peaceful oasis in the middle of the red sands that flow between the icy white of the Vault and the verdant green of Wildwood.&nbsp; In the center of the oasis is a large, crystal blue lake and ringed around this plentiful source of life are three cities.&nbsp; Each city, Ialtus, Manari, and Destari are all parts of the whole, yet the three work together under the wise and sure guidance of Ossian.&quot;&nbsp; PC takes a deep breath, &quot;Ah, I will be glad to see the three lighthouses again - their glimmering white forms rising up from the flashing green of the oasis!&quot;The frey takes a long swig of wine, his body wavering a bit to and fro as he drinks.&nbsp; You begin to wonder if his small form can handle so much wine...&quot;I'll tell you why Ossian is one of the greatest warlords ever to trod the red sands - he cares.&nbsp; Most warlords could give a whip about their &quot;subjects&quot;, but not Ossian - he makes sure that folks have what they need and get what they deserve.&nbsp; He maintains peace and order whilst still providing a reason for folks to keep on going everyday.&nbsp; I am proud to know and stand behind the dover...&quot;&nbsp; PC shoots a glance towards Isror.&nbsp; &quot;Between the three cities there are nearly 30,000 souls that claim allegiance to Ossian and our army numbers over 6,000 strong - and that's just the standing army!&nbsp; We could add half that number again if the call went out!&quot;It is apparent that PC is getting a little tipsy, as his words begin to slur and his voice gets ever louder with each word.&nbsp; However, a part of you cannot help but to see that some of the bravado comes not from the drink, but from pride.Isror furrows his brow at the frey, &quot;Sush, frey!&nbsp; 'ere are hunters about, ya know!&nbsp; Tha Asherake knows ta look here for deserters, outlaws and brigands.&nbsp; We can only hope tha he'll rest 'pon his laurels this night - after his victory - an'll not send out tha' Wind o' Death!&quot;This statement seems to sober PC up a bit, but he frowns, murmuring, &quot;...me poor brother...&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Ashy, post: 1808181, member: 312"] PC shakes off what seems to be a cloud od despair and continues the thoughts which arose from Tristan's questions. "Bashat is a beautiful place, it glimmers like a crown jewel of Arena, it does, nestled around a peaceful oasis in the middle of the red sands that flow between the icy white of the Vault and the verdant green of Wildwood. In the center of the oasis is a large, crystal blue lake and ringed around this plentiful source of life are three cities. Each city, Ialtus, Manari, and Destari are all parts of the whole, yet the three work together under the wise and sure guidance of Ossian." PC takes a deep breath, "Ah, I will be glad to see the three lighthouses again - their glimmering white forms rising up from the flashing green of the oasis!" The frey takes a long swig of wine, his body wavering a bit to and fro as he drinks. You begin to wonder if his small form can handle so much wine... "I'll tell you why Ossian is one of the greatest warlords ever to trod the red sands - he cares. Most warlords could give a whip about their "subjects", but not Ossian - he makes sure that folks have what they need and get what they deserve. He maintains peace and order whilst still providing a reason for folks to keep on going everyday. I am proud to know and stand behind the dover..." PC shoots a glance towards Isror. "Between the three cities there are nearly 30,000 souls that claim allegiance to Ossian and our army numbers over 6,000 strong - and that's just the standing army! We could add half that number again if the call went out!" It is apparent that PC is getting a little tipsy, as his words begin to slur and his voice gets ever louder with each word. However, a part of you cannot help but to see that some of the bravado comes not from the drink, but from pride. Isror furrows his brow at the frey, [COLOR=Sienna]"Sush, frey! 'ere are hunters about, ya know! Tha Asherake knows ta look here for deserters, outlaws and brigands. We can only hope tha he'll rest 'pon his laurels this night - after his victory - an'll not send out tha' Wind o' Death!"[/COLOR] This statement seems to sober PC up a bit, but he frowns, murmuring, "...me poor brother..." [/QUOTE]

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