The trek up the steep mountain upon which the towering city of Morsgrad stood was an onerous and deeply uncomfortable affair, though it did yield its fruits: The grand Highland capital of Norland had opened its gates to the Kalamite traveller, and, more specifically, his trade goods.
Yis’akhár Har’Yalach would be greeted by the ancient Holy Hearth and its countless eternal embers, as well as the houses and shops that surrounded it. Yet, of all the things that would soon seize his attention, a herald, bearing the colours of the king, stood atop a small wooden box, no doubt expected to serve as a podium of sorts. He was in the process of proclaiming the articles of some armistice between the nations of Oren and Norland, which had immediately earnt him the Resh's upmost attention.
After intently listening to the officer-of-arms for what seemed to have been a few minutes, the traveller let out a slight sigh, and spoke: “What ish good for bishnish ish ultimately good for Yis’akhár. I pray to Bahyweh that this peashe lashts.”, leaving the herald to his work, he wandered to the shops nearby instead, hoping to sell what he had found and gathered in the Wildlands.
Treaty of Owynsburg, 1783
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The trek up the steep mountain upon which the towering city of Morsgrad stood was an onerous and deeply uncomfortable affair, though it did yield its fruits: The grand Highland capital of Norland had opened its gates to the Kalamite traveller, and, more specifically, his trade goods.
Yis’akhár Har’Yalach would be greeted by the ancient Holy Hearth and its countless eternal embers, as well as the houses and shops that surrounded it. Yet, of all the things that would soon seize his attention, a herald, bearing the colours of the king, stood atop a small wooden box, no doubt expected to serve as a podium of sorts. He was in the process of proclaiming the articles of some armistice between the nations of Oren and Norland, which had immediately earnt him the Resh's upmost attention.
After intently listening to the officer-of-arms for what seemed to have been a few minutes, the traveller let out a slight sigh, and spoke: “What ish good for bishnish ish ultimately good for Yis’akhár. I pray to Bahyweh that this peashe lashts.”, leaving the herald to his work, he wandered to the shops nearby instead, hoping to sell what he had found and gathered in the Wildlands.