Fimbulvetr
Characters: Dr. Cidolfus Demen Bunansa & Larsa Ferrinas Solidor (Open for Jihl Nabaat)
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: The prospects of studying the Holy Stones was far too great for the stately old researcher to pass up. Therefore, he made his way to Narshe in hopes of learning more about the auracite and it's powers from a certain young noble.
Location: Narshe
Date: August 6th, 1804
Warnings: Cidolfus is a warning by himselfNONE!
Just what was he doing here in Narshe? The good doctor must have truly lost his marbles if he was willing to brave the cold for the sake of research. His trip to Narshe reminded him much of his adventure beyond the Feywood. Hidden within an endless sea of snowy white hills lied the ancient city of Giruvegan. During that expedition, Dr. Cid nearly succumbed to hypothermia twice for he was truly unsuited for the vigorous trip. To suddenly find himself now scouring the snowy city of Narshe, Cidolfus couldn't help but feel slightly nostalgic despite never once stepping foot here. After trekking away from the icy docks, the doctor paid a young man to guide him towards the governor’s estate.
It seemed that Larsa has holed himself up within Narshe ever since Fabool stationed him here. Cidolfus was eager to see the young Solidor in person, especially since the young man seemed to have grown a strong interest in the auracite for nefarious purposes. It amused him to think that the once peace loving nobleman was now a ruthless tyrant seeking power. As much as Larsa deemed to state otherwise regarding his interest in foreign power, the doctor could tell that Larsa still possessed the same ambitious grace as his deceased lord brother.
Grinning from ear to ear as the guards’ herald his arrival, the esteemed genius entered the manor with a jovial laugh. “Lord Larsa, wherever have you gone?” He chuckled lightly. “I swear, it has been many days since I’ve last seen you.” The doctor said as he shrugged off his coat. Tossing it to the hands of a nearby servant, Cidolfus searched for the young noble.
“Eh?” He shot a glance at the guard. “Didn’t you tell him I was coming? I was expecting a bigger welcoming party than this.”
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: The prospects of studying the Holy Stones was far too great for the stately old researcher to pass up. Therefore, he made his way to Narshe in hopes of learning more about the auracite and it's powers from a certain young noble.
Location: Narshe
Date: August 6th, 1804
Warnings: Cidolfus is a warning by himselfNONE!
Just what was he doing here in Narshe? The good doctor must have truly lost his marbles if he was willing to brave the cold for the sake of research. His trip to Narshe reminded him much of his adventure beyond the Feywood. Hidden within an endless sea of snowy white hills lied the ancient city of Giruvegan. During that expedition, Dr. Cid nearly succumbed to hypothermia twice for he was truly unsuited for the vigorous trip. To suddenly find himself now scouring the snowy city of Narshe, Cidolfus couldn't help but feel slightly nostalgic despite never once stepping foot here. After trekking away from the icy docks, the doctor paid a young man to guide him towards the governor’s estate.
It seemed that Larsa has holed himself up within Narshe ever since Fabool stationed him here. Cidolfus was eager to see the young Solidor in person, especially since the young man seemed to have grown a strong interest in the auracite for nefarious purposes. It amused him to think that the once peace loving nobleman was now a ruthless tyrant seeking power. As much as Larsa deemed to state otherwise regarding his interest in foreign power, the doctor could tell that Larsa still possessed the same ambitious grace as his deceased lord brother.
Grinning from ear to ear as the guards’ herald his arrival, the esteemed genius entered the manor with a jovial laugh. “Lord Larsa, wherever have you gone?” He chuckled lightly. “I swear, it has been many days since I’ve last seen you.” The doctor said as he shrugged off his coat. Tossing it to the hands of a nearby servant, Cidolfus searched for the young noble.
“Eh?” He shot a glance at the guard. “Didn’t you tell him I was coming? I was expecting a bigger welcoming party than this.”