Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160701214926/@comment-17114085-20160709151242

(Alright, I'll have Aegan go with Coridal.)

Coridal was not done, however, he was outgoing but he was also head-strong. "I am leaving, no matter what you said. If its not to go after this Ehlnofey it will be to help out aunt Cele hunt the cultists. Either way, I'm not going to sit here on my ass like you. I'm going to make a difference."

Varla-Nal eyed his brother. "You'll defy me, your Aran? I could have you thrown in the dungeons for that."

"That's the only way you'll keep me from leaving Cularane." Coridal told him, not backing down.

The two stared at each other in silence, seeing which one would give up first. This was more common for them than the niceties the two exchanged when Coridal first arrived. Their personalities were just too different, they could never see eye to eye on things.

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"Well if you keep getting late I'll have to fire you." The Chancellor informed him. "Come, I'll show you to your office in the palace. Now that you are one of the Aran's Court Mages you have access to many benefits."

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Aliarquen sat there, in his study in Quinath. The Aran's decree on his desk. He had already informed the rest of the city's garrison, as well as his grandfather, but he was still thinking over what this meant.

"A purge. I will finally be able to kill the bastards that murdered my father." He muttered to himself.

His father was personally escorting a caravan to Ninecia when it was ambushed by Raboth. The survivors said that 100 of those vermin attacked them. His father killed half of them personally before finally being taken out. With his sacrifice some of the caravan folk were able to escape into Quanorin. That was 15 years ago, when the Raboth first began to attack more frequently.

Trinimac had already decided that Aliar would lead the Quinath garrison to fight alongside Mithridates and the soldiers of Ninecia. He chose to have Andurin and the Battlemages come along, even though they were the elite guards at the city's infamous prison, but Trinimac's presence in Quinath would be enough to stop the prisoners from trying anything, and for scaring the Raboth from attacking it.

He sighed and got up from his chair. The soldiers were getting ready to leave the abyss, he needed to do so as well.