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The High Priestess: Vanáriel Vaewren
“There is softness, even in power, even at a great price. Hold onto that, and you hold onto yourself.”
Second in my Netherwar Tarot Card series, this time featuring our awesome Mod G’s priest Vaná. If you’re looking for a kickass fantasy RP with an active dashboard and supportive community then this is the one for you!
Brynjolf stepped into Miwor Town, watching as the townspeople rebuilt their town. He scowled to himself, shifting away from the throng of people in the streets. He peeked out from behind his hood, glancing around at town and looking for the Two Bucks Inn. He rubbed his scratchy beard, sleep deprived eyes red from the days of travel from the south.
He slipped inside the Inn, stalking towards the bartender, inclining his head towards them. “I’m looking for the leader of the Wardens.” The bartender pointed towards on of the tables in the back to a young woman with dark hair. He scoffed quickly. She was so young. Still, he knew not to judge books by covers, so he stalked over and hovered over her table, pulling back his hood.
“Are you the leader of the Wardens?”
@vanariel
“Let’s go lion hunting!” Bell called from her horse, gently nudging the horse forward a bit. She was excited to be back in Highwing, and she was ready to be on the road. The sun had barely started to rise, but she had been up long before that. She’d packed a week’s worth of clothes, a few dresses and a few breeches for the chase. Mostly, she’d brought a key. The key to her hoard in Highwing. She’d drop them by there and grab some gold and seek out some of her....lest than reputable contacts in the city. If anyone knew were a Narfeni lion was, it’d be one of them. One-Eyed Jim. Brick. Fat Bill (who was actually about as big as a needle). They’d be able to help them, or at least one of them may be able to. She couldn’t wait to show Tahir the capital, and she couldn’t wait to show Vana what she’d missed being up in that citadel of hers. So, she was... a bit excited.
“We’re burning daylight!”
@tahir-ibn-said @vanariel
