End of the Sweet City

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End of the Sweet City

Postby The Heretic » Mon Jun 30, 2008 12:05 am

Preliminary reports from the BI indicate that Savonna is no more.
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Re: End of the Sweet City

Postby grey » Mon Jun 30, 2008 1:45 pm

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Re: End of the Sweet City

Postby The Heretic » Mon Jun 30, 2008 5:01 pm

well it was as per the Hobbit, and Savonna is now archeology

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Re: End of the Sweet City

Postby grey » Tue Jul 01, 2008 1:30 pm

The city of larissa will never truly die.
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Re: End of the Sweet City

Postby Peewee » Tue Jul 01, 2008 4:18 pm

A few days ago…
A lone figure walked upon the wreckage of once grand villa; his once immaculate full plate armor seemed to hang uncomfortably upon this man’s weakened frame. Once white robes where now covered in blood stains, its hem drenched in blood soaked mud.

A week before, the weather would have been cause for celebration, clear blue skies would have shined down upon full streets, and the heat of the day would have been quenched with a cool glass of Savonan Red. But now that sun drenched sky beat down upon scattered survivors, almost as if Illiir himself was punishing them for their disobedience.

Looking up to the sky the lone man muttered to himself “Maybe I was meant to die here?” as if an answer to his question a small piece of rubble came lose revealing the body of a little girl. He would have cried if he still had tears to shed… he had already found his mother’s & father’s body, finally he had found his sisters…

For two days this man had been searching the ruined streets of Savona. With landmarks and street signs all but gone it had become increasingly difficult to find anything in the ruined city. At first there where many survivors, but not three days later, most of the survivors had left the city, leaving Cornelius in a strange landscape of ruined homes and buildings.

After gathering the bodies of his loved ones he had located his family’s personal shine to Illiir, after cleaning the site he begun re-consecrate it in his lord’s name… but something urged him to change the words of his prayer and before he had realized it, he had blessed the alter in the old way, dedicating it to the Pantheon.

The next day he left his ruined home, a dark kin by the name of Grutan had told him of an inn far to the north; a long walk for sure. With a thought his armor and uniform seemed changed into that of a human legionnaire… he was wanted by the loyalists now, he had betrayed the Emopror, his cousin, for the last time, and with Scipio gone, most probably dead, he would face the same fate if captured.
Pulling up his cloak, Cornelius val'Asstante, cleric of Illiir, covered his face from lord's unrelenting eye, for as far has he could see he saw only destruction. Once a man of war, Cornelius had has his fill of “heroism” and wished for nothing more than a warm bed in a dark room. With a small prayer to Anshar he started his track north… leaving all he knew and loved behind him….
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Re: End of the Sweet City

Postby ScrollMasterRob » Mon Mar 30, 2009 11:53 pm

If Savona is rebuilt, perhaps this time the "Sweet City" will not have to be constantly perfumed to make the stench of Humanity bearable...
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