Missives (Waheed)

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This shining population center is considered the jewel of The Sylira Region. Home of the vast majority of Mizahar's population, Syliras is nestled in a quiet, sprawling valley on the shores of the Suvan Sea. [Lore]

Missives (Waheed)

Postby Ulric on May 26th, 2012, 3:24 pm

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23rd of Spring, 512 AV


Rafters twisted, as if petrified in antediluvian pattern. Rusty nails projected from white pine, cedar glazed by tar and disrupted at regular intervals by mislaid augur holes. Beams barged leadenly, a kind of mantlet under blocks of feldspar. There were scruffs of dejected mortar, myriad chinks in crumbly plaster. Their flush had faded, leaving only smudges of umber.

Ulric grunted, shambling down the broad, rambling passage. Infused by ruthless inquiry, his inky gimlets pried over the hodgepodge, screwing over tiny details. Infinitesimal slivers, bulging knots, rudely whittled inlays of graffiti. The latter was the worst. There’d been generations of doodlers, of soothsayers, lampoonists, and clairvoyants all venturing the diffusion their messages. Inevitably, the abundance only generates discord, he grinned wryly.

Just kept walking.

Thinking that part of it, irrevocably, was the method. The graffiti of chalk, grease, and stiletto was arbitrary, lazy. Haphazardly gouging and daubing only injured pride, and maybe the aesthetic, but even under nebulous, fractured nomenclatures of art it was nuisance. Inflicted, lacking any prejudice aside from the locality. There wasn’t any intricacy, as in the tinkering of great, coppery golems for sundry vocations.

Succinctly, any fool can scribble, Ulric reflected, irritably jostling his layers of metal. That’s the rub of it, if I’m not mistaken. There’s nothing that a fool can’t imitate, but there’s nothing a fool can glean particularly well. The fringe of his lips crinkled. The fool’s ungainly tools. That should be a homily, he japed. Abruptly, looming near a lantern bereft of its typical, oily sludge, he bided for an instant. Flecks of corrosion swaddled the bracket, redly smudging the recessed ledge.

The embers were dying.

Pah, empty symbolism, Ulric jeered, unwilling to prolong the vanity of unnecessary conjecture. Before him yawned a passage, straked by rafters, beams, and motley impediments, and only a passage. Remittingly humdrum, even in its infancy, the only intrusion was his indolence.

Hastening, he passed through a pair of swinging portals, flanged by plates of tin, swept by yet another passage, lowering through a half-circular stair where finally, adjunct to a string of pillars, he shifted uneasily. This chamber, previously the refuge of a few, skewed trestles, with their sheaves of vellum that enduring the piecemeal scratching of a litany of hireling scribes, was desolate.

“Bugger,” he growled.
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Missives (Waheed)

Postby Waheed on June 2nd, 2012, 11:43 pm

As Waheed traveled the streets of Syliras in the early morning, beginning his search of prospective people wishing for someone to deliver letters or goods to certain places within the city where they could not. It was one of the tedious things for a courier at this time, because during the rebuilding season many would hound Waheed to deliver their goods, forcing him to speak individually with each person rather than shout out if anyone wanted things delivered. As he entered the traveler's row, which had become burdened as by the influx of travelers or 'permanent' residents, a shortage of food was a constant and so was the threat of a brawl, the last thing they would need were a few knights who themselves were disgruntled by the recent events albeit they did their best to keep the peace.

As he entered the traveler's row he scanned the place, his eyes were already at work as they darted around involuntarily, examining everything his eyes could pick up. When they found a possible prospect in the form of an intimidating man who looked like fate had chewed him up, spat him and then placed him back in his mouth just to chew him up again "I may have to rethink my one on one policy..." He said quietly as he approached the figure and hesitantly said "U-uh excuse me.....Do you need anything delivered?"
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