Tsazona takes the letter to her tent. She muses for a moment, thinking about how the Grand Architect must have used a scribe because he lacks arms, and then opens it.
The letter contains the following message:
Greetings, Ms. Bajir.
If you're reading this letter, then that likely means the shipment of materials has arrived successfully and without major complication, which is wonderful news. I deliver the other wonderful news that the empire of New Mehriketh will not lay claim to any percentage of the stone or ore extracted from the mountain of Bolgimerez- For all intensive purposes, the new settlement's mining operations will be entirely under the control of Hoeb. We only ask for one thing in return- though, as it is a rather secret matter among the Architects of the All-Knowing Orb, it is enclosed within this confidential message. Do not share this with any save for the Tayr.
We have reason to believe the mountain of Bolgimerez contains ruins from a lost empire- Old Mehriketh, as we have dubbed it- within its stone. Any precious metals, gemstones, or other such materials this operation may recover from the ruins are entirely yours to claim. However, we ask that if any constructs, books, carved statuettes, and other such relics from this long-forgotten nation be discovered, that I am notified posthaste to collect the artifacts. These are precious pieces of history that we believe deserve to be treated with the utmost care.
Thank you for your cooperation, Grand Architect Jeeves
She reads it and finishes somewhat surprised and very much intrigued. "Old Mehriketh," she whispers to herself. There must be something of incredible importance to the Grand Architect in these ruins if they are willing to fund and equip this settlement without reaping any other benefits. She looks forward to seeing what treasures this mountain contains.
She pulls out a bottle of ink and a quill and writes two letters. One is to the Grand Architect and it expresses much gratitude for their generous deal as well as assurances that they will send any uncovered artifacts to the Grand Architect. This letter is given to the messenger that gave her the letter. The other letter is sealed and sent by courier falcon along with the Grand Architect's letter to the Tayr.
The messenger accepts the letter, and they along with four others begin the return trip to New Gladereach. The others from the caravan remain here to help set up the first few basic homes, storehouses, and excavation sites.
Tsazona sets to work, organizing and assigning laborers, managing resources, and surveying the dig sites. Strangely, she also sets out a few soldiers to catch a rare sort scarlet feathered songbird that is native only to the Bolgimerez mountain. They hunt the birds down but make sure to capture them alive and unharmed.
He looks you up and down and lets you know that the bisonboar hunt is typically done with a spear and on horseback. They definitely don't have a horse that you could ride but the armory was up all night preparing a spear for your use. They bring it to you. The long wooden pole fits well in your hand and the point is small and branded with the crest of Hoeb, a long necked golden bird with its wings spread wide.
Uralll and the interpreter speak for a little while, eventually Uralll produces a (his palm sized) wooden carving of a large, eel-like creature with an armored head.
and the two giants stride away, following your directions to the hunting ground
You travel through the rugged terrain past huge brown boulders and short, scraggly shrubs and through fields of short, dry grasses. Birds flit from stone holes to gnarled branch and fill the air with sugary sweet song. You spot a party of about two dozen men on horseback. They have stopped at the base of a hill but as you grow closer you don't see the towering Tayr among their number.
He looks you up and down and lets you know that the bisonboar hunt is typically done with a spear and on horseback. They definitely don't have a horse that you could ride but the armory was up all night preparing a spear for your use. They bring it to you. The long wooden pole fits well in your hand and the point is small and branded with the crest of Hoeb, a long necked golden bird with its wings spread wide.
Uralll and the interpreter speak for a little while, eventually Uralll produces a (his palm sized) wooden carving of a large, eel-like creature with an armored head.
and the two giants stride away, following your directions to the hunting ground
You travel through the rugged terrain past huge brown boulders and short, scraggly shrubs and through fields of short, dry grasses. Birds flit from stone holes to gnarled branch and fill the air with sugary sweet song. You spot a party of about two dozen men on horseback. They have stopped at the base of a hill but as you grow closer you don't see the towering Tayr among their number.
the giants converse in their native tounge while they walk
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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The messenger accepts the letter, and they along with four others begin the return trip to New Gladereach. The others from the caravan remain here to help set up the first few basic homes, storehouses, and excavation sites.
Tsazona sets to work, organizing and assigning laborers, managing resources, and surveying the dig sites. Strangely, she also sets out a few soldiers to catch a rare sort scarlet feathered songbird that is native only to the Bolgimerez mountain. They hunt the birds down but make sure to capture them alive and unharmed.
About an hour after the mining operations begin, the side of the mountain having the first few stones broken off... one of the picks strikes metal with a resonating clang that startles a few of the birds from their perches.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He looks you up and down and lets you know that the bisonboar hunt is typically done with a spear and on horseback. They definitely don't have a horse that you could ride but the armory was up all night preparing a spear for your use. They bring it to you. The long wooden pole fits well in your hand and the point is small and branded with the crest of Hoeb, a long necked golden bird with its wings spread wide.
Uralll and the interpreter speak for a little while, eventually Uralll produces a (his palm sized) wooden carving of a large, eel-like creature with an armored head.
and the two giants stride away, following your directions to the hunting ground
You travel through the rugged terrain past huge brown boulders and short, scraggly shrubs and through fields of short, dry grasses. Birds flit from stone holes to gnarled branch and fill the air with sugary sweet song. You spot a party of about two dozen men on horseback. They have stopped at the base of a hill but as you grow closer you don't see the towering Tayr among their number.
the giants converse in their native tounge while they walk
You notice that several of the other hunters in the party are nobles from the feast last night. Several of them have thick gloves with large, golden feathered birds of prey perched on their outstretched hand. They feed them small morsels of meat or stroke their pretty feathers before launching them back into the sky where they hover with outstretched wing. Others sit silently or pass around a flask to take sips of. One of them approaches Uralll and hands you one of the flasks saying something that you don't understand.
He looks you up and down and lets you know that the bisonboar hunt is typically done with a spear and on horseback. They definitely don't have a horse that you could ride but the armory was up all night preparing a spear for your use. They bring it to you. The long wooden pole fits well in your hand and the point is small and branded with the crest of Hoeb, a long necked golden bird with its wings spread wide.
Uralll and the interpreter speak for a little while, eventually Uralll produces a (his palm sized) wooden carving of a large, eel-like creature with an armored head.
and the two giants stride away, following your directions to the hunting ground
You travel through the rugged terrain past huge brown boulders and short, scraggly shrubs and through fields of short, dry grasses. Birds flit from stone holes to gnarled branch and fill the air with sugary sweet song. You spot a party of about two dozen men on horseback. They have stopped at the base of a hill but as you grow closer you don't see the towering Tayr among their number.
the giants converse in their native tounge while they walk
You notice that several of the other hunters in the party are nobles from the feast last night. Several of them have thick gloves with large, golden feathered birds of prey perched on their outstretched hand. They feed them small morsels of meat or stroke their pretty feathers before launching them back into the sky where they hover with outstretched wing. Others sit silently or pass around a flask to take sips of. One of them approaches Uralll and hands you one of the flasks saying something that you don't understand.
the interpreter asks if they can repeat themselves
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
The messenger accepts the letter, and they along with four others begin the return trip to New Gladereach. The others from the caravan remain here to help set up the first few basic homes, storehouses, and excavation sites.
Tsazona sets to work, organizing and assigning laborers, managing resources, and surveying the dig sites. Strangely, she also sets out a few soldiers to catch a rare sort scarlet feathered songbird that is native only to the Bolgimerez mountain. They hunt the birds down but make sure to capture them alive and unharmed.
About an hour after the mining operations begin, the side of the mountain having the first few stones broken off... one of the picks strikes metal with a resonating clang that startles a few of the birds from their perches.
A soldier covered in dirt and twigs curses in Hoebite as the bird he was so carefully stalking with his net escapes into the sky. His companion who already caught his share laughs and teases from a distance.
Tsavona quickly arrives at the site of the find and inspects the metal.
the interpreter asks if they can repeat themselves
He says something again earnestly but it is a Hoebite word you don't recognize. A sound rolls over the hill. A great, deep, booming roar that is bellowed out of lungs that pump air for a beast made of many tons of meat, bones, and strength. One servant runs up the hill to look over its edge and several of the horses start to paw at the ground but nobody else responds to it. The man continues to offer you the flask.
The messenger accepts the letter, and they along with four others begin the return trip to New Gladereach. The others from the caravan remain here to help set up the first few basic homes, storehouses, and excavation sites.
Tsazona sets to work, organizing and assigning laborers, managing resources, and surveying the dig sites. Strangely, she also sets out a few soldiers to catch a rare sort scarlet feathered songbird that is native only to the Bolgimerez mountain. They hunt the birds down but make sure to capture them alive and unharmed.
About an hour after the mining operations begin, the side of the mountain having the first few stones broken off... one of the picks strikes metal with a resonating clang that startles a few of the birds from their perches.
A soldier covered in dirt and twigs curses in Hoebite as the bird he was so carefully stalking with his net escapes into the sky. His companion who already caught his share laughs and teases from a distance.
Tsavona quickly arrives at the site of the find and inspects the metal.
Not much of it is visible, the majority of whatever this is embedded within the stone of the mountain, but the faint bit where the pick struck is visible in a gap between two larger stones. A faint shimmer of what looks to be silver- not silver ore, but a piece of processed, refined silver- though where the pickax struck, there is bronze, as if the silver was just a thin coating around.... whatever this is.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
the interpreter asks if they can repeat themselves
He says something again earnestly but it is a Hoebite word you don't recognize. A sound rolls over the hill. A great, deep, booming roar that is bellowed out of lungs that pump air for a beast made of many tons of meat, bones, and strength. One servant runs up the hill to look over its edge and several of the horses start to paw at the ground but nobody else responds to it. The man continues to offer you the flask.
Uralll takes the flask gingerly and takes a drink before handing it back to the man. he reaches for his spear
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
The messenger accepts the letter, and they along with four others begin the return trip to New Gladereach. The others from the caravan remain here to help set up the first few basic homes, storehouses, and excavation sites.
Tsazona sets to work, organizing and assigning laborers, managing resources, and surveying the dig sites. Strangely, she also sets out a few soldiers to catch a rare sort scarlet feathered songbird that is native only to the Bolgimerez mountain. They hunt the birds down but make sure to capture them alive and unharmed.
About an hour after the mining operations begin, the side of the mountain having the first few stones broken off... one of the picks strikes metal with a resonating clang that startles a few of the birds from their perches.
A soldier covered in dirt and twigs curses in Hoebite as the bird he was so carefully stalking with his net escapes into the sky. His companion who already caught his share laughs and teases from a distance.
Tsavona quickly arrives at the site of the find and inspects the metal.
Not much of it is visible, the majority of whatever this is embedded within the stone of the mountain, but the faint bit where the pick struck is visible in a gap between two larger stones. A faint shimmer of what looks to be silver- not silver ore, but a piece of processed, refined silver- though where the pickax struck, there is bronze, as if the silver was just a thin coating around.... whatever this is.
She gives orders for it to be excavated with extreme caution and care. As they remove it from the mountains grip she stands close by and watches the whole procedure.
*Iโve got a meeting in a minute but Iโll be back semi-soon.*
*bye*
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
every hour that platy doesn't show up I burn a platypus at the stake *a stake appears in the distance with a platypus strapped to it and I'm holding a torch
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Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
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*its two vs two though platy is facing off against us with arpo and bonded while me and captain both chose one character each I think that's fair*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
Tsazona sets to work, organizing and assigning laborers, managing resources, and surveying the dig sites. Strangely, she also sets out a few soldiers to catch a rare sort scarlet feathered songbird that is native only to the Bolgimerez mountain. They hunt the birds down but make sure to capture them alive and unharmed.
You travel through the rugged terrain past huge brown boulders and short, scraggly shrubs and through fields of short, dry grasses. Birds flit from stone holes to gnarled branch and fill the air with sugary sweet song. You spot a party of about two dozen men on horseback. They have stopped at the base of a hill but as you grow closer you don't see the towering Tayr among their number.
the giants converse in their native tounge while they walk
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
About an hour after the mining operations begin, the side of the mountain having the first few stones broken off... one of the picks strikes metal with a resonating clang that startles a few of the birds from their perches.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
You notice that several of the other hunters in the party are nobles from the feast last night. Several of them have thick gloves with large, golden feathered birds of prey perched on their outstretched hand. They feed them small morsels of meat or stroke their pretty feathers before launching them back into the sky where they hover with outstretched wing. Others sit silently or pass around a flask to take sips of. One of them approaches Uralll and hands you one of the flasks saying something that you don't understand.
the interpreter asks if they can repeat themselves
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
A soldier covered in dirt and twigs curses in Hoebite as the bird he was so carefully stalking with his net escapes into the sky. His companion who already caught his share laughs and teases from a distance.
Tsavona quickly arrives at the site of the find and inspects the metal.
i shall add tsavona to the archives
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
He says something again earnestly but it is a Hoebite word you don't recognize. A sound rolls over the hill. A great, deep, booming roar that is bellowed out of lungs that pump air for a beast made of many tons of meat, bones, and strength. One servant runs up the hill to look over its edge and several of the horses start to paw at the ground but nobody else responds to it. The man continues to offer you the flask.
*Sweet. She is Hoebite and serves the Tayr but should probably be added to Hoeb's new mining town of Bulgimerez.*
Not much of it is visible, the majority of whatever this is embedded within the stone of the mountain, but the faint bit where the pick struck is visible in a gap between two larger stones. A faint shimmer of what looks to be silver- not silver ore, but a piece of processed, refined silver- though where the pickax struck, there is bronze, as if the silver was just a thin coating around.... whatever this is.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Uralll takes the flask gingerly and takes a drink before handing it back to the man. he reaches for his spear
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
She gives orders for it to be excavated with extreme caution and care. As they remove it from the mountains grip she stands close by and watches the whole procedure.
*Iโve got a meeting in a minute but Iโll be back semi-soon.*
*bye*
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh platy
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
*COME PLATY! COME DIE!*
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
every hour that platy doesn't show up I burn a platypus at the stake *a stake appears in the distance with a platypus strapped to it and I'm holding a torch
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
*hehhehhehheh*
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!