![]() ![]() Should you fail to complete an assignment for a period of three months or more, you will be stripped of your adventurer's title and have your ring revoked, unless you are found to be working hard to complete a longer running assignment. As proof of your service to your country, you will be issued an official San d'Orian ring. "You will serve your king and your country just as any knight of the kingdom would, though rather than a regular salary, you will receive payment per job and you will take on your missions at your leisure. "You three are hereby commissioned as official adventurers for the Kingdom of San d'Oria." With this, Helbort's eyes drift to Zander with a brief look of slight disdain, before refocusing his gaze to a more authoritative one in addressing the trio of adventurers before him. " of them, yes, that's what we were expecting," Helbort says finally, now sounding oddly confident. I am Galadan Allieu." he spoke to them, happiness filling his body as the adventurer life aproached. He gently curved his torso towards the two elvaan, and smilled. Galadan approached the duo by the Westgate. He was happy, his smile could be seen in the distance. He was almost there, he could see the two elvaans waiting for him by the gate it was close now, his life as an adventurer was truly about to begin. Or did they ? Galadan didn't knew, but getting there on time wouldn't hurt. He walked towards the west gate, he had a meeting and didn't want to be late. Everytime that he was on San d'Oria he felt weird, but now he knew what it was he felt as a complete elvaan, a true elvaan. ![]() He had lived most of his life on the La Thaine Plateau, visiting San d'Oria only three times during the two decades of his existence. It was weird (on a good way) to be back on the streets of San d'Oria, at least for this specific elvaan, Galadan Allieu. Wearing a long green cloak over his shoulders, and beneath the cloak a gray vest over a scaled armor. In contrast to the steady, emotionless stance of his comrade, Helbort is fidgeting, apparently impatiently waiting for something.Ī male elvaan warrior stops by the Victory Square, admiring the multiple "exotic" products that are sold by the merchants. and carries a scroll sealed with the mark of the Royal Family. His name is Helbort, and he wears a regal-looking blue and gold uniform. Beside her is an elvaan male of about the same, average elvaan height, with black hair in a crew cut and slightly darker skin, a royal representative from the San d'Orian adventurer's program. In Southern San d'Orian, Royal Squire Endracion, a female elvaan warrior with short, orange hair done in pigtails and fair skin wearing a San d'Orian leather royal knight uniform of various shades of grey, stands at attention near the Westgate in the southwest end of the city. Victory Square in particular is lively today, with merchants from the distant regions of Aragoneu and Derfland bartering their wares to an eager crowd. The air is still today in the Ronfaure region, though the sky is relatively clear and the sun's light shines gently upon grey stone walls and well-built wooden structures of the ancient Kingdom of San d'Oria. It is early in the afternoon on Earthsday, on the 23rd week of the year 884 C. Music selection: The Kingdom of San d'Oria ![]()
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