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The hairs on the back of his neck remained standing. The tension in his muscles didn't leave. As he stared up at "Mallia' Jorg couldn't help but have his hackles raised. He could not deny the feeling within the air, the calm, the serenity that wanted to worm it's way into his very soul. It...

The words dared through the crowd without a second of thought of whom they might reach. Yet there was no rebuke which came, no call for silence or anything of the sort. Instead a ripple of laughter drew through the crowd of half-beasts, most glancing back towards where Jorg, Asta, and Izolde...

The tension that flickered through Jorg was more than obvious. His jaw set hard, fingers furled into fists, the pupil in his eye had become naught but a tiny pinprick. It seemed that many of the people within the hall felt exactly the same way as the newest trio. Their hackles just as raised...

Jorg's eyes opened wide, glancing at his two new 'friends' and immediately noting that neither of them had even a semblance of recognition. "Mallia is the goddess of the Wylds." The Prince explained quickly, though was soon interrupted. "Clothes for humans!" Izolde called out, and Jorg might...

Jorg felt the beast within thrash against the cage within his mind. It's attention split and scouring back and forth between the two threats it did not understand. Ignoring Asta only for their shared heritage, though Jorg was more than aware of her. His eyes darted back and forth, trailing from...

"There's more." Jorg said idly even as their new friend stepped out of the jungle. Shock coloring his features as he saw just what it was. Having only recently returned he'd been gone from the Wylds for a long time, almost a decade. Still this was his home, and he knew it well enough to know...

A bemused smile touched Jorg's face as he listened to the woman, his eyes studying her as she pressed her palm into a spider that had been running across her skin. "Yeah. Think you came to the wrong place." He mused out loud. "That book-club actually meets on the other side of the Wylds." The...

"-GROSS!" Jorg's head snapped to the side as he heard a voice echoing, lips thinning almost immediately. What the hell was someone els-"Stupid question." The Prince said to himself. He could smell them. Dozens, maybe even more. Their scent was in the air, mixed with something...something...

https://i.imgur.com/OMupoVW.pngIxchel Wilds - Near Mallian It had stared weeks ago. He couldn't explain it then, and he couldn't explain it now. A siren's song with seemed to ring within the back of his head over and over again. It called out to him, and pulled like rope tied around his very...

I'd like to suggest that Mallian be added to the map Name: Mallian Type: City Wiki page: https://chroniclesrp.net/Folklore/Mallian Which map: Arethil - Ixchel Wilds Image:

Jorg chuckled ever so slightly. "The Politicians problem." It was a skill that got better with time, but was never truly possible to master. Telling who was on your side and who wasn't was half of what it meant to be a noble. Even here in Mallian where politics was relatively...straightforward...

Jorg chuckled, his hand sliding gently over the small of Silver's back. His touch soft and soothing, reassuring as he shook his head. "No, no. I think I'll make keeping them from you my chief duty." It would be many years until his father stepped down of course. Eventually they would stop...

"Oh quite a few, I assure you My Lady. In fact perhap-" "Oh no." Jorg said, cutting into his friends words and shaking his head. "I think some of those stories best go untold." A chuckle escaped his throat. "The follies of youth are best left a mystery." Artemis let out a laugh, shaking his...

To say that they were swarmed was an understatement. There was a scramble, not only to speak to Jorg after so long, but to meet Silver. Excitement and mirth played through the crowd, music rolled through the great hall, and the mood seemed to sing high. It was a wonderfully warm occasion, and...