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<b>Age</b>:<br/>
793<br/>
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<b>Height</b>:<br/>
2.4 Meters<br/>
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<b><i>Weight</i></b>:<br/>
90kg<br/>
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<b><i>Hair</i></b>:<br/>
Blonde<br/>
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<b>Eyes</b>:<br/>
Green<br/>
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<b>Occupation</b>:<br/>
Lord of the Spring lands<br/>
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<b>Parents</b>:<br/>
Lord Jannie and Lady Julia Vindra<br/>
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<b>Siblings</b>:<br/>
Younger sister Lady Ylissa Vindra<br/>
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<b>Hobbies</b>:<br/>
Gardening. Story Telling. Festivals. Helping his people, ruling over weddings.<br/>
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<b>Likes</b>:<br/>
Late night walks. Talking with his people. Creating more chances for his people to enjoy their lives.<br/>
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<b>Dislikes</b>:<br/>
Blood. Fighting. Cruelty. Anger. <br/>
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<b>Strengths</b>:<br/>
Called a genius by his people. Always finding ways to make their lives better. Skilled in magic but most proficient in magic regarding earth. No strong physically, Baskara always found his strengths in the mental fortitude instead of physical. <br/>
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<b>Weaknesses</b>:<br/>
As much as he possessed magical abilities, Baskara was always somewhat scared of a great many things. He did his best most of the time to hide it but wasn't always possible. <br/>
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<b>Character Background</b>:<br/>
As with any others in the land, Baskara grew up with the love of his parents surrounding him at all times. He grew up tutored by the finest minds, teaching him the secrets of the world that he needed to know in order to rule the people effectively. <br/>
Baskara felt life was bland and boring, always the same, repeating over and over until his sister was born. It was as if he had found a purpose, something in this life that he had to keep safe. For decades, the two of them grew together, learned together, discovered the world together. His sister was even the one that introduced Baskara to the woman he would marry. <br/>
Eventually, Baskara's parents stepped down from their leadership roles, allowing their son to take the throne when they was sure he was ready, settling down to enjoy a life of peace and tranquility.</div>
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</div></div><div style="text-align: left">It was well known that that accord still held. It held because none of the nations had yet taken up arms against the others. Of course, it had happened before, it was well recorded in the histories that war had occurred and between some of the nations, it never seem to really end. But this nation stood strong, keeping an alliance with the other nations to ensure their prosperity continued undisrupted. It had been a long time since Baskara had come into power but he didn’t see it as power. He only saw it as a responsibility. He did not rule the people, he did not order them around, he did not make them do anything. He was there to do only one thing, ensure that they stayed alive and well.<br/>
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   A lot had changed in the long history of Spring. Even now, as he walked the main road of the city, seeing the people go about their lives, he knew he was doing them good, he was ensuring their lives stayed peaceful and they could prosper more and more. As he passed the people, his people that had changed so much, smiled to him, giving him bows of their heads and continued walking on. Many knew not to try to talk to him. He wasn’t a man of many words and today he was in a slight rush. He had to reach the Island of Pasture. With the changing of the season, every change of the seasons, the four leaders came together and discussed any problems they might need to resolve.<br/>
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   As before, Lord Baskara hoped it would go well, that they would once again be able to peaceful resolve all issues. They had done it, the change of season before and a few before then as well. It didn’t mean there weren’t troubles, there were always troubles. When four nations came together in one place, so many people, so many differences, there were always problems. Baskara was hoping he had made enough plans to avoid any of the possible problems, learning from his previous gatherings, but that wasn’t to say there wouldn’t be something new he had never seen before.<br/>
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   “Lord Vindra.” The guardsman greeted with a slight bow when the lord reached the carriage waiting by the stables.<br/>
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   “Please. Baskara will suffice.” He inclined with a smile, insisting to be called by his name and not his title.<br/>
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   With the change that had slowly come over the history of the Court of Summer, there was still differences that remained. The humans and elves, having come together and create a race of their own, they had started something new. They had changed, became different, stronger and better, depending on who you asked. Some of the elves did not appreciate that their life span had been shortened when the races mixed, but there was a still a payoff. Humans gained the sharp beauty of the elves, the elves gained the physical strength of the humans. The difference between humans and elves could still be seen but the mix of the races was just as apparent.<br/>
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   For Lord Baskara, that had never happened. His family, leading the people, keeping them safe and alive, remained as pure as they could throughout the ages, ensuring that they could still keep their long life spans and ability of magic inherited with their elfin blood. It helped keep them alive. Even if many of the people could still wield magic, their strength and what they could had diminished with each generation. Baskara feared it was something they were going to lose completely and utterly if they couldn’t figure out a way to make sure it remained strong as ever.<br/>
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   Climbing into the carriage, Baskara leaned over once he was seated, giving the woman already in the carriage, a kiss on each cheek before cupping her face in his hands and pressing his forehead against her.<br/>
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   “Maara arinya iirima.” Baskara greeted his wife. (Good morning my beautiful.)<br/>
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   “We do not need to speak in the old tongue.” Elbereth chuckled softly before giving him a kiss on the lips. “Being with the people, I fear I would only embarrass myself trying to remember it all.”<br/>
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   She had been gone for a few weeks now. Traveling the land, tending to the people, seeing to anyone that might have problems they needed to have taken care of. And now that was done, now she had finally returned to be by his side once more. His love for her had made him miss her dearly, dreaming every night of her, wishing she would return, knowing such a wish was only selfish. The people needed her as much as they needed him, as much as he needed the people. They all needed each other, they all worked together to survive and become better.<br/>
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   “Then we’ll speak as the people.” Baskara smiled as he sat back in the comfortable couch built into the carriage. “How did your travels go?”<br/>
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   “Do we have to?” Elbereth asked as she laid down on the couch, placing her head on Baskara’s lap. “Let’s talk of our previous plans. As we talked, if you remember, of children.”<br/>
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   “As yes, children. We were talking about them I do remember. I also remember it being right after trying.” Baskara pointed out, his hand slipping from where his finger traced her jaw bone to run down her neck and over her small chest.<br/>
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   “My dear, you really seem eager to start our family.” Elbereth chuckled throatily, as eager as her husband.<br/>
With his wife returned to him, time flew by and Baskara was once more enjoying life again.<br/>
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   Without her, life was bleak and bland, he didn’t want to do anything but enjoy his time with her, and he made sure to enjoy the time they had together in the carriage. Four days in the carriage to reach the harbor where the ship waited to take them to Pasture. The next meeting would be with the Court of Summer and they would choose where the gathering would be held. This time Baskara was going out of his way to do his best to make sure that everyone that came would be comfortable and enjoy themselves in this gathering.<br/>
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   The ship was not Baskara’s favourite means of transport. If he had a choice, he would walk all the way. He loved walking. Seeing the world, feeling the earth beneath his bare feet, smelling the trees and rain and grass and animals, experiencing the life that had been given to them to protect. But the ship was the quickest and in a way, the safest as well. So he took the ship under the advisement of his head of security, traveling towards Pasture while staying on the desk as much as possible. At least they stayed close to the shore, keeping land within sight.<br/>
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   The seagulls circled the ship, waiting for anything that might be thrown over the side that they could catch for themselves. The smell of the ocean was strong as well, they were on a ship after all. But the ship throwing up the water, spraying the sides of the ship with the sea seemed to make the smell even stronger, which wasn’t something Baskara could enjoy, knowing that just below them, the world of water was alive and well, teaming with life they could not see.<br/>
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   “It is beautiful out here.” Elbereth commented as she stood next to Baskara, holding on to his arm, her head leaning on his shoulder. “Here we can see the land, our land and our people. But behind the ocean stretches out so far it seems like there is no end to it.”<br/>
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   It was interesting observation, one Baskara could add to his own life. He could see what was going to happen when he put the pieces together. He can predict a few things that way, prevent anything from happening to the land or the people. In the long run, in the times still to come, it was like the ocean behind them. Stretching too far for him to see, too long to know what was going to hope and it scared him. Not knowing what was going to happen meant that anything could happen and he wouldn’t know how he was going to do stop it.<br/>
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   “Well, from what I see, I’m happy with the future ahead of us. We’ll have peace again, I’m sure of it.” Baskara replied, placing a kiss on Elbereth’s forehead. “Now, you have to continue filling me in about what you saw.”<br/>
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   Over the days, between meals, before sleep and at other odd times, Elbereth told Baskara about everything she had seen when she had traveled. Some things he knew he had to take care of and other things he knew he could ignore, knowing they were small enough for the people to tend to themselves. He was not going to deny them anything. If they came to him for help, no small the problem, he would do his best to have it taken care of.<br/>
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   It was four long days on the ship before they arrived at Pasture. Baskara was highly relieved when he finally stepped off the ship on to dry land. No longer did the world sway from side to side and threaten to throw him over when there was a storm. On the hard ground, he knew where his footing was and it would take a catastrophe to throw him over. It also gave them the chance to rest in a proper bed for the evening. The bed on the ship wasn’t bad at all. It was big, it was soft and covered with warm sheets. But the bed in the inn didn’t move and slide and throw them out when the ship heaved to the side.<br/>
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   That night, before they would reach the temple where the gathering would be held, Baskara and Elbereth enjoyed a sleep, among other things, on the big, soft bed, fall asleep safe in the knowledge that they would not be thrown from the bed. When morning came, it took a lot of effort from both of them to untangle themselves from each other to bath and dress, preparing to look the part when they reached the temple. It would be a bad example if they looked like two young ones that had just rolled around in the loft of a barn. Elbereth had far too much pride to look as such. She preferred looking fresh and clean and dressed plainly but perfectly.<br/>
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   The two finally left the inn just after sunrise, climbing once more in the carriage. The entourage of almost two hundred followed all around them. There were guardsmen, cooks, dressmakers, smiths, carpenters, everything the lord could need on his trip. He did not ask for any of them to accompany him. He was quite happy to make the trip with Elbereth and none other, but he would not deny the people if they volunteered to join him. It made for good conversations as they traveled, listening to the people talk of their lives and answering any questions they had of him. Many of them had questions about the gathering, what issues he would bring up but Baskara had to admit, there were barely any concerning his people and lands. They were happy and content and the other nations seemed to be leaving them alone for the most part.<br/>
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   After all, if they came under attack, there would be a great loss not to only his people, but those across the world. They exported the best wines, the best paper, the best ink and quills and even the best tobacco. If anyone attacked them and raided their lands, those things and more, would be lost forever. The crafters always kept their secrets close to their hearts, not telling a single soul their recipes and farming techniques, and Baskara would not force them. Those secrets were rightly theirs to use as they pleased, to share them or to keep them to themselves.<br/>
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   It was all perfect, it was all going perfect, until Baskara’s entire life was thrown upside down with a single scream. It started with a single scream, one of those accompanying him, giving a loud yell in warning and fear before more followed. Suddenly, chaos erupted around them, people running and dying, his people running and dying, the guards disappearing from the carriage side to face the enemy. Baskara knew he could not just sit in the carriage and wait for his people to be killed, he had to do something, he had to protect them, and Elbereth was not going to stop him.<br/>
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   As much as he wanted to protect the people, his chance to keep them safe ended when the carriage suddenly lifted and flipped through the air when an explosion took place right beneath the carriage. Baskara was half way through the door when it happened, the flipping carriage throwing him from the carriage and to the ground. He didn’t know where he landed, but he knew it wasn’t anywhere close to the carriage, he could see the carriage, far away from him, too far to get to it. He couldn’t move, he could barely breathe as his whole body felt broken.<br/>
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   He could barely lift a hand, barely lift his arm, his whole body didn’t move, it refused to move. But he watched, it was all he could do as he watched his people, running and dying, being killed by the men with their pitch black armour. He had never seen them before, he didn’t know where they came from but he knew they weren’t supposed to do this. This was a place of peace, this was not supposed to happen here. And they weren’t supposed to break open the carriage, pulling a bloodied Elbereth from the carriage. They didn’t kill her. The black armoured men simply held her up, and she looked limp.<br/>
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   He knew these men weren’t doing this on their own accord, they were following orders, they were doing the bidding of the…person that appeared, dressed in robes with a cloak and a hood pulled up. He couldn’t see who it was or why they were doing this. He only saw this robed one push a dagger into Elbereth’s chest. Baskara wanted to scream, he wanted to pull every little bit of magic he had in him, strike at these people and end their lives as they had done to Elbereth but he couldn’t move, he couldn’t do anything, he could only watch.<br/>
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   Suddenly, silver armour appeared in front of him, yanking him up from the ground and Baskara’s heart tore in pieces as he watched Elbereth being left behind. He could still do something, he could still help her, stop her from dying, but the guardsmen carrying him didn’t allow him to go back. Instead he ran from the danger, carrying the lord away from the place of all this death.​</div><div style="text-align: center"><br/>
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<b>Age</b>: <br/>
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39<br/>
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<b>Height</b>: <br/>
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1.85 meters<br/>
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<b>Weight</b>: <br/>
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130kg<br/>
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<b>Hair</b>: <br/>
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White<br/>
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<b>Eyes</b>: <br/>
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Blue<br/>
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<b>Occupation</b>: <br/>
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Fourth Lord of Autumn<br/>
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<b>Parents</b>: <br/>
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Herald and Eve<br/>
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<b>Siblings</b>: <br/>
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None<br/>
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<b>Hobbies</b>: <br/>
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Practicing<br/>
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<b>Likes</b>: <br/>
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Practicing<br/>
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<b>Dislikes</b>: <br/>
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Anyone that makes excuses. When people do not live up to their full potential.<br/>
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<b>Strengths</b>: <br/>
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Anzan spent his entire life to achieve one thing, being perfect in his physical. Making himself as strong as he could be, as tough as he could be, as deadly and dangerous as he could to a point where there was none that could stand against him. Day and night, it was all he did, doing whatever he could to be better and better.<br/>
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<b>Weaknesses</b>: <br/>
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Anzan believes he has no weaknesses when it came to his own idea of perfection.<br/>
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<b>Character Background</b>: <br/>
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When he was only three, Anzan’s parents died. He didn’t care how they had died but they had, which meant he had to take care of himself. At first, he didn’t know what he was supposed to do. His uncle, the man he lived with until he was seven, sent him out into the fields every morning to tend to the wheat. Sometimes he had to plant the wheat, other times he had to harvest, other times he had to get rid of the pests. But he took it for only so long before he left. Taking his life on the road, traveling from one side of the continent to the other.<br/>
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He traveled and did everything he could to survive. From helping someone with chores for food and money to killing when the opportunity arose. He did everything until he was finally old enough to work for the army. Which he only did as a means to gain everything he needed. He was with them for almost five years before he could no longer accept the low standard they accepted. The mean could barely fight, they had almost no stamina and yet they wanted to call themselves fighters. Finally leaving their ranks, Anzan went to the mountains, believing it was the only place where he was going to find his answers, and he did.<br/>
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He found a man there, a man that told him what was important in this world. Not the cities, not the people, not their armies or the trade, but to make yourself perfect, to find that which you value above all else and do it perfectly. Anzan found what he was looking for and trained, every day, working harder and harder until after years and a great times of suffering, he had reach what he believed was perfection, and he took it to the cities, he took it to the lord of the land.<br/>
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The man was exactly what he had seen and heard of all this time. Fat, slow, gorging himself on the land and the people’s deed and never managing to do anything near perfection. Even the land was suffering because of him, so Anzan did exactly what he needed to do, he got rid of the man. It was easy, it was simple and he didn’t have to worry about the guards or anyone else. They all wanted him gone, and they were quite pleased when Anzan turned his head the wrong way round. With his body still warm at the bottom of the dais, Anzan took the seat of the lord of the land, the fourth lord of the land that season.</div>
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</div></div><div style="text-align: left">In the early of mornings, when the sun was about to raise, the young runner was moving over the land, crossing the land as quickly as he could. This land was new, it was different, it was strange but it was like any other. The runner just had to run, he just had to hurry across the land, racing to the waterfall. Out of the small group of ten, he was the only runner, the best in the land, ensuring that they had someone that could take messages where they needed to be as quickly as possible. He might not be as fast as horse, but he could run for days without end, something only very few horses could even try to come close to achieving.<br/>
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   Reaching the waterfall, the boy skid to a stop, coming to a halt by the edge of the water. He knew better than to interrupt the lord of the land while he was occupied. So he waited by the side, sitting on the lake edge until the lord of the land finally came from the waterfall. Anzan was not pleased. For three days he had stood under the waterfall and he could barely feel a trickle, it was a joke this place. Soft and easy. Pasture, it was definitely a Pasture, a place to come and live where you want to live out the last of your days, not when you were in the prime of your life.<br/>
<br/>
   “What?” Anzan asked once he had left the waterfall and swam the short distance across the lake, coming out by the young runner Alfred.<br/>
<br/>
   “Import news. The Lord of Spring has been attacked. One of his people managed to get away. It seems like none of them survived.”<br/>
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   Anzan simply shrugged. “People live and die. He couldn’t take care of himself.”<br/>
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   “There is word that the gathering might be cancelled.” Alfred informed.<br/>
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   “I did not come all this way, to these lands, simply to turn back home. We go to this temple.”<br/>
<br/>
   Alfred gave a nod and dashed away, heading for the others so they knew they had to keep going towards the temple. Anzan didn’t rush. The temple was not far anymore. A short trip compared to what he had already done just to get to here. Taking his time and laying in the sun until he was dried off, Anzan finally dressed and continued moving forward at an easy jog. He would catch up with the others by the temple, finding them there when he got there.<br/>
   Anzan had seen enough of this land to know it was soft and easy, that the people were soft. They couldn’t protect themselves, they couldn’t stop anyone that simply came along and took everything that they had. It would be easy to just sail across the ocean and take this land, but it was a land Anzan didn’t want. It would make him soft, it would make his people soft, they would all end up as nothing more than this mixed breed, weak. At least it was quiet, he didn’t see these people around here. This piece of land seemed to be quiet, like the people didn’t live here, that this land was only for the plants and the temple.<br/>
<br/>
   Moving along the land in the general direction of the temple he knew it would be in, Anzan kept jogging, sometimes take a comfortable walk. He had more than enough time to reach the temple before the gathering would begin, giving him more than enough time to do whatever he wanted. Anzan followed his direction, continuing well after dark. He didn’t need sleep so early and at times, when he pushed himself, he could go a few days without sleep. He didn’t relish those days but when he got to do what he enjoyed, he was quite happy to keep going for a few days.<br/>
<br/>
   He didn’t have to go for very long this time before lights came in the distance. It ws no village, that much was easy to see. It had to be the temple, surrounded by hundreds of smaller buildings, all spread out across the land. The small hill gave Anzan a perfect view of the area, seeing all the small buildings and the temple in the center, the pyramid rising up high, lights shining from all the windows of the temple and fires burning everywhere across the outer buildings. Somewhere his small group was here and he was not going to find them, not now in the middle of the night. So he made sure that at least before he found them and before the gathering would begin, he was going to enjoy himself.<br/>
<br/>
   The single minded leader of the Autumn court, headed down the hill and in among the midst of the small buildings. Most of them were homes, some were small business and there were taverns and inns as well. Anzan knew exactly where he was going, straight to one of the taverns. If he was going to have a fun night, a tavern had the best possible choice for that. Entering the tavern, Anzan found exactly what he was not expecting. Men and women, sitting around, smoking pipes, drinking wine from long-stemmed glasses, wearing robes and talking. This looked like the type of tavern he would find far too bland. But it was a place where he could pass the night, he doubt there would be any type of fun taverns anywhere by this temple.<br/>
Anzan accepted his fate here. This place was a place he would never come to enjoy and he only had to be here for a few days more. Then he would be able to leave and return home where he could live as men were supposed to. Anzan kept his distance from the others, doing his best not to engage them in any type of conversation. <br/>
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   All he heard was their philological ideals, talking of the way the world should be. At least the tavern had strong ale, it kept him out of trouble for the most part, except when these men in robes tried to talk to him, tried to tell him about the world and their ideals and thoughts. He didn’t let them talk for long, he made sure they were quick to leave him alone. All he had to do was simply speak against their ideals, making them find him brutish and barbaric. He might be barbaric and brutish, but he was no fool or moron.<br/>
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   Morning didn’t come quickly enough. Anzan was out of the tavern the moment the sun came out, the moment the first rays of the day touched the world around them. Walking the narrow streets, the robed priests that were everywhere, surrounding him, constantly talking the same, he ignored. He headed straight for the temple, there at least was a chance he would be able to get away from the priests and their incessant talking.<br/>
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   “You’re late.” The voice whispered softly from the side.<br/>
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   “Can you believe I found no women last night.” Anzan complained as the man, Hern, fell in step with him.<br/>
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   “There are no women here. I told you to read the report.” Hern complained. “But as always, you didn’t. Let me tell you then. There are no women here. Only men. They live their lives as pure as they believe a man should be. No women, no children, no fighting, nothing. It’s a place for talking and sharing ideas and as they say, improving the world.”<br/>
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   “Seems about right.” Anzan grunted.<br/>
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   “I would have smuggled some girls in but you never read the report, you never responded to my questions. So here we are, with nothing.” Hern said almost with an amused chuckle.<br/>
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   Serving as Anzan’s spy, he had managed to save the man a great deal of trouble. Rooting out spies, finding any secrets held against him, anything that would cause his downfall. Anzan was going to be the raise of their nation, making them as great as they use to be, so he was going to make sure the man survived for as long as possible.<br/>
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   “What about the attack on the Lord of Spring?” Anzan asked.<br/>
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   It had been on his mind. He had mostly ignored it, knowing it could mean they were all in trouble or maybe it was an attack focused on all of them. He didn’t know, he couldn’t know but Hern had more answers. The man knew things no one seemed to be able to know.<br/>
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   “I’ve got nothing, only the word from the man that escape. Men in black armour and magic caused it. That’s all he knows and I’ve never heard of anything like this or them. I know, I should give you something but whoever did this, they made sure they did a proper job.”<br/>
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   Anzan didn’t like this. The fact that he didn’t know of these people, that he had no information on them, was something he had never before heard of. Hern always knew something, no matter how small the detail, he knew something that no one else did.<br/>
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   “So what do we do now? There is talk of the gathering being canceled?”<br/>
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   “There was a vote yesterday. Every lord gave their vote through messenger. I voted that the gathering should happen still, despite the loss of one lord. We can still work through this. The others, I’m not sure of their vote yet. We’ll be told today what they decide but we need only one more vote and the gathering will happen.”<br/>
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   “Then we wait. And while we wait, I want to eat.”<br/>​</div><a class="username" data-user-id="6" data-username="@Nymeria" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6/">@Nymeria</a>