Oliver_de_jesus
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3:00 P.M in the World of Gallidren
We met in a wood Building, several dozen people were inside, most of them mercenaries, a multitude of races, humans, Dragonborns, Deamons, Orcs, goblins, Dwarfs, elves, there were even Werewolves and Zombies.
The situation was based on a man who was on a table, he had a cane to support himself, he only had one arm, he was bald and age had already caught up with him but not completely.
"As you currently know, our lands are being affected by the war between Rassilon and Pythia, each year access to medicines and healing potions becomes more difficult, the plants are being transferred or protected in a control center, this to weaken any opposition while some jobs are being affected by the inability to use the rail." He stopped to get a breath of air so that the others could follow him.
"So I have decided that it is no longer time to wait, but to retaliate and stop all these once and for all, that is why I have sought out you, those affected by this eternal war, I want you to join my strike force and put Pythia and Rassilon in their place" Finished the old man, referred to by all as "Grandfather"
"Meh, we both passed" He said to a slight woman with bright green eyes and long purple hair, standing at her full height of 5'6 and wearing a light blue hat and a floor-length robe, next to his white-haired girl from short stature between 5'2, he had a combat suit and on both sides he carried two daggers.
"I'd rather hide or join Pythia than do anything with Rassilon, even if it's to overthrow him" said an Orc while other people of different races and dress colors said similar things.
Behind the Old man was his own grandson, a twenty years man with short blond hair, he had a blindfold, has a Size of 6'1 size, he was "looking" at each of the disappointed people along with a 16-year-old girl who had very dark purple hair and has a size of 5'1, she had doubts that this would work.
The old man sighed before looking at the last 3 that remained, without saying anything, he hoped that the others would not reveal anything to either side, since they knew that any mention betrayal to Pythia can mean a painful reading of the mind and Rassilon hate most of Magic creatures, so they will die before reach his kingdoom
"what about you three?" Grandpa asked to the 3 people who not left
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3:00 P.M in the World of Gallidren
We met in a wood Building, several dozen people were inside, most of them mercenaries, a multitude of races, humans, Dragonborns, Deamons, Orcs, goblins, Dwarfs, elves, there were even Werewolves and Zombies.
The situation was based on a man who was on a table, he had a cane to support himself, he only had one arm, he was bald and age had already caught up with him but not completely.
"As you currently know, our lands are being affected by the war between Rassilon and Pythia, each year access to medicines and healing potions becomes more difficult, the plants are being transferred or protected in a control center, this to weaken any opposition while some jobs are being affected by the inability to use the rail." He stopped to get a breath of air so that the others could follow him.
"So I have decided that it is no longer time to wait, but to retaliate and stop all these once and for all, that is why I have sought out you, those affected by this eternal war, I want you to join my strike force and put Pythia and Rassilon in their place" Finished the old man, referred to by all as "Grandfather"
"Meh, we both passed" He said to a slight woman with bright green eyes and long purple hair, standing at her full height of 5'6 and wearing a light blue hat and a floor-length robe, next to his white-haired girl from short stature between 5'2, he had a combat suit and on both sides he carried two daggers.
"I'd rather hide or join Pythia than do anything with Rassilon, even if it's to overthrow him" said an Orc while other people of different races and dress colors said similar things.
Behind the Old man was his own grandson, a twenty years man with short blond hair, he had a blindfold, has a Size of 6'1 size, he was "looking" at each of the disappointed people along with a 16-year-old girl who had very dark purple hair and has a size of 5'1, she had doubts that this would work.
The old man sighed before looking at the last 3 that remained, without saying anything, he hoped that the others would not reveal anything to either side, since they knew that any mention betrayal to Pythia can mean a painful reading of the mind and Rassilon hate most of Magic creatures, so they will die before reach his kingdoom
"what about you three?" Grandpa asked to the 3 people who not left