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Post by Lenore Greyfell on May 17, 2009 19:32:13 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]Be it known that the Lady Greyfell wishes to retain a soothsayer, one skilled in the arcane arts of divination and knowing. For such a vassal, only luxury awaits.[/shadow][/glow]
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Post by Fafnir on Jun 2, 2009 13:36:39 GMT -5
What would be in it for this seer you are looking for? Or are you no longer looking for a seer?
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Post by Lenore Greyfell on Jun 2, 2009 22:14:56 GMT -5
[glow=blood,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]Our seer would enjoy the protection and support of Our empire, as well as the use of Our familiars, should it be desired. However, be warned that a trial passes before We will retain a seer...and failure is not looked kindly upon.[/shadow][/glow]
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Post by Fafnir on Jun 3, 2009 10:21:50 GMT -5
Hmmm I might no of someone that is interested.
((OOC: I am speaking of a new character I plan on making if my new race gets approved.))
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Post by Lenore Greyfell on Jun 3, 2009 22:06:01 GMT -5
ooc: and what species would that be?
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Post by Fafnir on Jun 4, 2009 8:13:40 GMT -5
((OOC: Insectoid, I have a write up for it inside of the holy shrine))
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Post by Exile on Jun 4, 2009 13:22:14 GMT -5
"Uh.... I.. uh.... heard you were... uh... looking for a seer", The exile sniffs slightly and rubs the side of his face of his face with his bladed hand nervously.
((OOC: This is the character I was speaking of.))
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Post by Lenore Greyfell on Jun 4, 2009 23:10:05 GMT -5
A messenger and envoy of the Lady Greyfell has been waiting to speak to any prospective seers.
Ah, you are the....applicant, I presume? If you are, there is a task assigned to you...to prove you worthiness. Know that only death awaits failure. Lady Greyfell is...not a patient woman, and can you blame her, really? I mean, the Lady is ancient and powerful, beyond anything in recorded history...but, anyway, do you wish to risk her...displeasure? If you would continue, be warned...
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Post by Exile on Jun 5, 2009 9:52:34 GMT -5
"De.. de... definatatly, definataly", the Exile said as he continued to rub his face his lower mandibles making a loud click. "Wh... what is it... that I must d... d..... do?" The Exile asked looking just a little bit crazy.
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Post by Lenore Greyfell on Jun 5, 2009 22:20:37 GMT -5
The messenger looked the strange, bug-like creature up and down...was this really the best that could be found? Lady Greyfell would not be pleased...unless....
Hmm...I suppose, if you're willing, I can give you the test. This is your last chance to turn back...only commit if you are willing to stick it out, understand? Meet me in the Citta di Anima in two days. There are things to prepare. If you don't show up, I'll have to assume you've backed out. You don't get a second shot.
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