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 Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 10:08 pm
Evenbrook Fortress  Capital city of the Fire Nation Although construction is still underway to repair the damages from the war, the Fortress is the jewel of the Fire Nation. The streets are wide, permitting ranks of soldiers to march through them with ease. The palace is located in the center of the city with the temple located adjacent. The city is teeming with all sorts of life: from merchants to council members. For years, Lord Izuma has controlled his nation from this city. What plots could be forming within these walls?
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 10:55 pm
The summer patrols had just come back in from duty. The past two summers had seen the highest losses since the war, a troubling circumstance during peacetime. Though all seemed outwardly to be smooth and peaceful, there was a swift undercurrent waiting to sweep away the unsuspecting...
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 9:36 pm
" ...And Gods help you if I catch you without a drink in your hand!"
Alethia called out as the last of her company left the outfitter for the tavern and the revels of the evening. It was only a week before the Equinox, and the streets were more lively than usual. Having discharged the men under her command for the next sixmonth, she went to brief the winter patrol's Captain on the new hazards and conditions where her company had made it's summer rounds. She kept her report short but thorough, and once finished, dismissed herself without standing upon ceremony. She took a sheaf of papers firmly in one hand and slung her pack over a shoulder, her trunk having already been taken up to her quarters at High Tower.
Outwardly, Dame Alethia Briallen was brisk and vivacious, but as she leaned against the sun-warmed wall of the armory she felt worn and dispirited. She carried a weight on on her shoulders greater than was was generally attributed to one of only two-score years; and a chasm in her heart, raw and consuming. Looking down at the papers she held, she fished out the four weighing heaviest on her mind. Each was a letter of sympathy to the family of the men who had fallen under her command while on the Summer Patrol. The families had already been notified, but Alethia would never be contented until she had paid her respects. She gathered her resolve and set off to make the necessary deliveries.
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The afternoon sun gave way to a burst of colors in the western sky and the activity of amusement gave way to the din of festival atmosphere and celebration; but Alethia was in no mood for celebrating. Indeed, a soft bed and a warm meal seemed all the gratification she had any stomach for.
Turning the off the high street onto an alley, she avoided most of the evening's noise and bustle. She wound through the back streets to the resident's entrance to High Tower. Attendants met her as she entered, ensuring her that her personal quarters were prepared for her, asking if she would like a bath drawn and inquiring what she would like to have for her dinner. She answered all the queries in turn, expressed thanks and hurried away from the common rooms, wishing only to find solitude and to lose herself in one of the leather bound volumes in her personal library. This thought foremost in her mind, she ascended the steps to the third floor where her comfortably appointed suite lay.
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