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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hafrogman" data-source="post: 3302012" data-attributes="member: 8858">After his bonds have been cut, Ventus gestures for Silas to hold out the sword horizontally.  He places his hand over the blade, slowly, to ensure that no one mistakes his intentions.  He speaks deliberately and clearly to all assembled."I, Tessan Ventus, do swear the following, of my own free will.  Upon the blade of my father, I am no longer a legionaire in the service of the Tallione Empire.  I hereby renounce all allegience to the government of my homeland.  I harbor no concealed duties, being neither spy nor agent for the Emperor or any other entity.  I will attempt neither escape nor any attack upon my captors.  All this I swear, to be witnessed by all."He bows once to the four assembled before him, then leaves with Chalik and Barok to retreive his equipment from the dwarves.  He stays away from the celebrations, not sure of what kind of reception he would get, nor if he even has anything to celebrate.  Best to leave the Dorinthians in peace.  The morning will bring time enough to meet those with whom he is to travel.-------------------------------------------------------When he is next seen, Ventus is much changed from his captivity.  His sharp, new shave reveals the face of a young man.  His hair has lightened several shades with washing and it has once again been cropped short in the style of the Legions.  He still seems slightly reduced as a result of his captivity and wandering before that, but a true night's rest has done much to restore his vigor.  His frame is broadly built, and dressed once again in shining armor he looks the part of a warrior, no longer a languishing prisoner.  But he has left the remains of his binding cords intact.  They no longer restrict his movement, but they still hang from his wrists as a reminder.Much of his legionaire's gear was left at the battlefield long ago, and now his distinctive scale mail has been changed for a breastplate from the dwarven stockroom.  However, despite the new armor and the Dorinthian shield; the cut of his clothes, his stance and bearing, and the features of his face all loudly announce his history.  And from his belt hangs his highly polished blade, proudly bearing the golden eagle of the empire.  Tucked into his pack is a battle axe, also borrowed from the dwarves.  You never know when you might need to threaten a tree.Before they set out, he does his best to describe in detail the scene that he was a witness to."The men lay under the effects of the spell, as I myself nearly fell prey to.  It enduces a weariness it seems, a powerful effect when coupled with the plants that held them captive.  I do not know what the woman's purpose was in holding them so, but they were clearly there against their will, or with no will left at all."[sblock=ooc]Taking a breastplate from the dwarven stockroom, leaving his MW Scale Mail in its place.  Also taking a battleaxe.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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