Recent content by Mirielle Merlon

From a vantage point on the slopes of the plateau, Mirielle and the remaining Lazulari horsewarriors watched the battle continue. A number of disparate Imperial survivors had joined them, regrouping and binding their wounds. Perhaps two hundred people total now clustered around Mirielle's...

The great armies started to crash against each other like jaws clamping shut. Ashuanar's harassing cavalry — the Lazulari skirmisher's deliverance — barely made it through the middle of it all before the violence began at scale and in earnest. Mirielle and seventeen surviving Lazulari horsemen...

As the Lazulari skirmishers baited and harassed the enemy cavalry, Mirielle faced a stark choice. She'd invested enough sacrifice today that she could bring blood magic to bear on the cavalry in one way or another. Alternatively, she could scry again. OBJECTIVE: SCRY ME TO THE MOON At a safe...

POSITION: ADVANCE LEFT FLANK OBJECTIVE: LIVE AND LET SCRY A good ways ahead of Mirielle, Lazular's light cavalry skirmishers began a nimble, shapeless dance with the enemy calvalry. Lazulari troops favored the recurve bow, bodkin arrowheads, and the single-edged sword. Lazular's Emir had worked...

Northeast of Gerra's army rode thirty Lazulari light cavalry and one blood mage. The horse warriors fanned out as a broad, diffuse veil of scouts and skirmishers to guard the army's left flank. Mirielle — the blood mage in question — moved forward in their wake. Ten murderers' blood smeared...

FAR AWAY, LAZULAR A PRIVATE CHAMBER The Serpent Gods drank their fill in a way beyond the tangible: all the blood was right here. On the floor, on Mirielle's knife, and in the giant scrying bowl. A murderer lay dead with his gaping neck on the bowl's edge. Mirielle cleaned her knife and watched...

In the Fort Shalik region, the Amir had told Mirielle over wine, land is cheap but loyalty is priceless. To her mind, community was the opposite side of the coin - inextricably linked, but laterally bound rather than vertical. Privately, she thought her vision for the region exceeded his plan...

Name: Lazular Type: City Wiki page: https://chroniclesrp.net/Folklore/Lazular Image: Which map: Arethil Where: Raigryn Vayd

ELBION STONE Ezra Archiva A circle five meters across offered little room for Mirielle's detachment. The bulk of the horsemen remained at the camp they'd set up. In fact, the only one whose company Mirielle requested was Algrin, a big blue orc - a Sereti Ogre, a mountain cartomancer. They'd...

The Sereti cartomancer's blue eyebrows went up. "Kin to sea-princes, you say. Excuse me." He slipped away to bend Mirielle's ear, and came back a minute later. Though Mirielle was engrossed in talking with Pern, she sent Gauwyn Hind a smile and a nod. "On the Amir's behalf," Algrin said...

Around sunset, at the comfortable heart of the Lazulari encampment, Mirielle met Ezra Archiva by a campfire. "Twelve runes, the voice said. Twelve known functional Portal Stones, each with its own unique rune. The same twelve? Could it be that straightforward? Or does that whole bit about six...

Algrin grinned at the joke, a slash of white fangs across blue-grey skin. "I think we can provide. Skills and dreams like yours are exactly what the Amir hopes to attract here, and we control dozens of leagues of riverbank in the region. I'm not empowered to speak for the Amir, you understand...

As Mirielle spoke with Pern, one of her cartomancers - a Sereti ogre mountaineer, a blue orc named Algrin - unrolled a river chart for Gauwyn Hind. "Every sandbar accurate," Algrin said with pride. "As of the last time we did the updating ritual, less than a week ago. It's only for the first...

It became urgently clear that bumping into Ezra Archiva was a stroke of excellent luck. As the College mage spoke, Mirielle jotted down notes. She glanced back at her captain of guards - "We'll make camp here, Seresh." The Lazulari horsemen began to set up broad, airy tents within a circle of...

By decree of Farid ibn Baha, Amir of Lazular I cast open the gates of the region surrounding Fort Shalik in the headwaters of the Cairou. I offer you fertile plains and gentle foothills in the shadow of the Eastern Seret, two hundred miles northwest of the Portal Stone of Elbion. My horsemen...