Zandaries Cousland

He looks to the man, a clear smile upon his face, stepping down from the top of the fireplace's hut-like area. Saying in a happy way, "Ah.. Well, it is good to see others had the same ambitions as me! Please, please! I'd be happy to work with 'ye... I am Zandaries, and you are, sir?" He raises an inquisitive eyebrow.

As you're traveling through the monk camp, a voice strikes you. Loud and burly, it comes from near the fireplace. It is obviously male; You frown, going over. Seeing a tall and gaunt human, with black hair. Wearing a clothing of fine make. He shouts to the people who will listen, speaking of something about a.. New Al'Khazar? ~ "People of Asulon, of Aegis and this new land! I plead you hear me, today I speak of a revival of a place known to many, yet only visited by the most elder races. Of which most human's can not admit to have been.. Al'Khazar. In Aegis, it was a hub for all things, and a proud accomplishment for our race of humanity.. For we allowed all in this city, and were all but rude. Now, I can not say the same! I wish to revive this old city, this old place known as Al'Khazar.. In this new world.. But I need your help! I am but one man, and alone I have not the power or determination to build a city. I ask if you all would be willing to aid me in this endeavor, so that we can once more be proud of our race! We would be functioning alone, and as a place for all races to intermingle.. Though mostly human, this city would once more provide a hub of peace, and collaboration! All I ask if you wish to join is a willing heart, and loyalty. I ask all of you, who might wish to revive Al'Khazar!? For I'll need builders, workers, and those who can assist in all and any ways!" He stops the shouting, looking about with an odd gleam in his eye, awaiting to see if anyone would consider aiding him in this endeavor... [[i am of wish to return to a city where all the races can intermingle, where an RP hub not only for one race can be made -- If you are interested. Please post below, or PM me. :)]]

((Library.))

As you travel to the temple an ominous presence catches your eye, not out of spite, or fear. Just the oddness of the being in question, a tall man, clad in robes. Seemingly engulfed in the mists, though it was just the color of his robes, he seemingly tilts his head to you, as he makes a motion to pull down his own hood, though. He seemingly thinks for a moment, before putting it back up. His brown robes spattering into the wind, those are monk robes. You look at him with fear, a spectre, a ghost?! Though, as he looks to your bewildered expression, he says in the kindest tone possible. "I am monk Neerio', child." You frown at him, you frequented the temple. Obviously, and you'd never heard of a man named Neerio'. Too foreign, he'd have been standing out. But you nod, wearily turning your head back to the path, before you hear a groan, behind you. 'Neerio' stands, scowling in an androgynous manner. Though it is one pained.. You look at him once more, asking in a tone leary, and fearful. "What is the trouble, Neerio'?" 'Neerio' does not respond. But he grasps a small item, resting his side. Is this a bandit?! He doesn't look to you, but he pops off the top of the container, a bottle. Capsule, more like. Powder inside, [ a powdered form of Willow's Bark]. He sighs, looking over. A smile coursing his mischievous lips. He moves over, a pond next to him. He puts a hand to the emptied capsule, putting in water, then pouring the powder back in. A dough like substance forming as he shakes it up, though still drinkable. The figure takes a long gulp. Seemingly smiling soon after, the liquid entering his chest. He begins to breathe in deeply, his breathes not short now, but long deep contemplations. Before he turns away. His hand on his staff, stepping away eerily, with no word. Bewildered, you yourself turn back. And step away.. [Laurina requested I make this, for record. Before I left. :3

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[shortness for I'm writing another post; Ayresalex. How did you?.. What?] "An elven hour until bidding ends.." Is strewn below.

A note is strung mercifully upon the temple's walls, it's text that of quickened speech. And hurried words, you look upon it with a keen eye, well, and obviously hurried text, accompanied by portraits hung beneath. You peer at it, deciding to take a look. "Hello, traveler! Today, I am offering a large ship. One of which has been within our house for two years, this ship is known as blazing fury. It is known as a generally defensive ship, accompanied by a fast speed. As of now a need for minas has grown large, so we are selling this ship. I will say this ship was made to the best specifications, our architects rarely sleeping in it's construction. There is an under-area, if you'd wish. For things such as cannon's, and siege weapons [Though it comes with none..!]. We are starting this bidding at fifteen thousand minas, bids go up by fifty/one hundred minas at the least. Though, the larger the bid, the higher your chances of winning!" The portraits are strewn carelessly above, well illuminated, though the last can't help but make you raise an eye. [[As said, I am in a dire need for minas, so well.. I decided to sell my oldest ship. ^^. If curious, this was taken during a season of which was cold, it is not icy there anymore~.. :3]]