MYRINE

[Mickaelhz 3832]

MYRINE

EST. 47 S.A.

 

“Myrine was a maiden of the sea, as explained by Balthazar. In his old age, he would hunt a sea monster that would never exist, a byproduct of his curse. Among those hunts, Balthazar ran into many creatures, both small and wide, big and lithe, but among all of these creatures was the most beautiful thing that Balthazar had ever seen- an alluring maiden who lived in the ocean. Her name was Myrine, a pearl of the ocean. Recalling the story, that’s precisely what the settlement would be called; the pearl of the Mareno Family, Myrine.“

((OOC : Right out of South Hub, run east.))

 

The Barony of Myrine
 

A town that marshalls the men. A name that raises banners. A name that makes the trumpets roar and the soldiers stand at attention. A young and humble barony in its infancy which stands as a militant bastion at the desert borders of Savoy.

 

Under guidance of Cyrus, 1st Baron of Myrine, the Mareno family claimed their spot in the world. Through decades of hard work did the eager Sons of Balthazar earn their right to rule. They fought, were paid, fought again, traded. They sweat, cried and bled. Building every home, every wall, every floor by themselves; brick by brick. And if you ask any of the proud Myrinians, was it worth it? In unison will they reply; Yes.

 

 To find the new town, leave for the Southern Lands, past the Fahkr Oasis heading North East. Her gates are open to all who wish to visit, inviting them with open arms as Her tavern offers a seat and a drink to the tired and thirsty.

 

Her borders are patrolled by Her Knights and Men at Arms of the Myrinian Guard. Clad in shiny armour, dressed in their distinctive white and blue tabards, the Myrinian Guard are always looking for more disciplined members to protect their young nation.

 

Myrine, though proud of Her militant sons, would be a ruined keep without Her hard working citizens. Marble doesn’t cut itself. With a growing wine and cheese culture, a farmer’s green thumb is key. And what good is a world renown smith without an apprentice to carry on his knowledge? The art of marble cutting is dying and the Myrinians would love to teach the next generation.

 

Thus the Baron of Myrine personally calls upon all Artisans, Craftsmen, Tradesmen and those who seek to learn from them, be it man, elf, dwarf or orc, inviting every one of them to the Barony. Offering them a workspace and learnspace within the protection of Myrine’s walls.

Signed,

 

His Lordship, Cyrus Mareno, Baron of Myrine

 

 

[D A N N Y 962]

Jace Mareno downed his glass of whiskey, gesturing for his loyal associates to rise. He'd take a final drag from his cigar before muttering: "Let's get this show on the road."

[Javert 5573]

Rolf the Peasant, a Myrine Serf, doesn't know how to read the missive! Regardless, he's proud to be serving under his lord Cyrus Mareno!

[LatzMomo 2088]

Turrii smiles and stretches his arms, going back to brewing potions in his laboratory with a yawn.

[Orlanth 3539]

"Finally!" Donald the Damned of Myrine exclaimed in excitement!

[Wyrvun 1262]

Spoiler

 

 

[hemomancy 2850]

Some woman of certain skills and crafts makes sure to visit more often.

[sneLf 305]

"Who was in Myrine?" States a onesie wearing delf

[Slorbin 1774]

Aether Mill'nara is pleased with her new neighbors! Hopefully some of them will try to make reservations at Dorsia (reservations closed).