((originally posted November 9, 2008))
((Originally posted September 29, 2008))
((I’ve done my best to capture the events of this weekend from Aurelius’ point of view, touching on some points, dropping a few here and there. I didn’t chatlog anything (I’d kill for a decent chatlogger in the game!), so most of the conversations are from memory and as honest as I can recall))
((originally posted September 22, 2008))
Aurelius stepped into the alley, the door to the Green Man creaking quietly shut behind him. He'd participated in many a war council in many a tavern, from the clouded rankness of the Salty Dog to an unnamed tavern, more a barn, in Brandoc Village. He'd seen alliances come and go in his time as a mercenary commander and the Company he lead had fought for or against most of them.
((originally posted May 2, 2008))
Aurelius pounded his chest with his fist, smiling broadly at the men and women seated in the dim confines of the Green Man Tavern.
“Invicta!” Ceara, the sullen-eyed barbarian replied gruffly. “Invicta!” came the call around the table. Aurelius smiled at them again and turned, pushing the creaking door of the tavern aside and stepping into the cool night air of Old Tarantia. The smile faded from his face as the door closed behind him.