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Changelog
07-15-2013, 03:28 PM
The zulkir council, under pressure from the non-extremely-popular faith of Kossuth and the hordes of citizens they whipped into a frenzy in Bezantur and the rest of the Priador, had given in to popular pressure. To avoid any unrest in the largest (and leaderless) city of Thay, it took the ultra-rare step of appointing a Red Wizard as tharchion of the Priador. Red Wizard and Tharchion Aznar Thrul now rules Bezantur and the other territory in the newly expanded tharch of Priador - which includes the towns of Thasselen and Murbant. No doubt to his chagrin, the newly (re)captured city of Escalant was given to the tharch of the Lapendrar under the leadership of Szass Tam’s hand-picked appointee Hezass Nymar.
But in Bezantur, addressing his tharch’s people and legion shortly after midnight the day his rule began, Aznar Thrul’s first decree firmly set him up as a bold (and perhaps foolish) enemy of Thay’s most powerful zulkir. The decree, read by the Eternal Flame Mythalanir, forbade any undead from walking the tharch of the Priador. Immediately after reading the proclamation, the Eternal Flame then called on the assembled Priador legion and mercenaries gathered around the new tharchion and his allies to obliterate the undead Dread Warriors of Szass Tam’s Myrkul’s Legion who had formed up next to their living legion counterparts. Taken by surprise, Tam’s undead never stood a chance, with the slaughter over quickly and not one of the living falling to them.
Afterward, Thrul’s allies and many sycophants who sought favor from him reportedly spent a day of celebration and debauchery in the upper levels of the Central Citadel from which his predecessor, Mari Agneh, had once ruled.
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Later that day, but well before any festivities had really even started, Haren considered himself lucky enough to have pulled guard duty at the entrance to the legion barracks in the Citadel. He had been wide-eyed with honor at having been close enough to touch some of the notables who had come to congratulate his Tharchion Aznar Thrul - such as the Eternal Flame himself, High Priestess Mylra of Loviatar’s Manor, High Priestess Alyssa of the Temple of Umberlee, guildmistress Shabella of the Temple, and even the famous tattooist Rhuna the Dark.
He nearly missed two women, obviously distraught and weary, unsteadily making their way from the upper level of the Central Citadel before the true celebration began upstairs. He momentarily thought them ‘used-up gifts’ from one of the brothels on the Street of White Roses, but then he quickly realized they certainly didn’t look the part. One wore what appeared to be a suite of plate mail made entirely of gold, while the other was dressed all in black - her face covered by a mask or helm. Stepping back at their fierce appearance as they brushed past him, he instantly knew the unlikely duo was much more than that.
He decided he’d have to keep a close eye out for them again. They certainly seemed more than they appeared, and perhaps he could someday find out why.
But in Bezantur, addressing his tharch’s people and legion shortly after midnight the day his rule began, Aznar Thrul’s first decree firmly set him up as a bold (and perhaps foolish) enemy of Thay’s most powerful zulkir. The decree, read by the Eternal Flame Mythalanir, forbade any undead from walking the tharch of the Priador. Immediately after reading the proclamation, the Eternal Flame then called on the assembled Priador legion and mercenaries gathered around the new tharchion and his allies to obliterate the undead Dread Warriors of Szass Tam’s Myrkul’s Legion who had formed up next to their living legion counterparts. Taken by surprise, Tam’s undead never stood a chance, with the slaughter over quickly and not one of the living falling to them.
Afterward, Thrul’s allies and many sycophants who sought favor from him reportedly spent a day of celebration and debauchery in the upper levels of the Central Citadel from which his predecessor, Mari Agneh, had once ruled.
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Later that day, but well before any festivities had really even started, Haren considered himself lucky enough to have pulled guard duty at the entrance to the legion barracks in the Citadel. He had been wide-eyed with honor at having been close enough to touch some of the notables who had come to congratulate his Tharchion Aznar Thrul - such as the Eternal Flame himself, High Priestess Mylra of Loviatar’s Manor, High Priestess Alyssa of the Temple of Umberlee, guildmistress Shabella of the Temple, and even the famous tattooist Rhuna the Dark.
He nearly missed two women, obviously distraught and weary, unsteadily making their way from the upper level of the Central Citadel before the true celebration began upstairs. He momentarily thought them ‘used-up gifts’ from one of the brothels on the Street of White Roses, but then he quickly realized they certainly didn’t look the part. One wore what appeared to be a suite of plate mail made entirely of gold, while the other was dressed all in black - her face covered by a mask or helm. Stepping back at their fierce appearance as they brushed past him, he instantly knew the unlikely duo was much more than that.
He decided he’d have to keep a close eye out for them again. They certainly seemed more than they appeared, and perhaps he could someday find out why.