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- Joined
- Sep 27, 2011
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The world of elements, Golarion, is a world rich in history and populated by a variety of races. Magic is a prevalent force in the world, and is a commonplace occurence. However, magic is slowly dying. The cause for this is unknown, but scholars and sages the world over are trying to discern the reason. The older primordial races; giants and their kin, as well as dragons - beings that once ruled Golarion without peer - are now near extinction and it has been many many decades since one of these powerful creatures has been seen.
It is in the huge port city of Magnimar that this tale begins. This city is loacted far to the west, in Varisia. A bustling city, anything can be bought here if the coin is right. Which is exactly what Colerath was counting on. The young man drew strange looks, obviously out of place as he dragged the immense sword along with him. It was several sizes too big for him, obviously, and many would wonder how he even manged to drag it. The youth was pale in complexion, with hair almost a platinum sort of blond, though he carried himself as a seasoned warrior, with a certain predatory grace and alacrity that was only gained through years that he obviously did not possess.
So when the smooth-faced young man stepped into the Golden Rings Pub, his arrival was met with skeptical looks and murmurs. The bartender didn't argue as he ordered a dwarven stout however, and coin was exchanged. Cole had been on the road for quite a number of days and the pack on his back was heavy. Covered in dust from the road the young man also paid for a room and asked for his evening meal to be delivered before making his way upstairs.
It is in the huge port city of Magnimar that this tale begins. This city is loacted far to the west, in Varisia. A bustling city, anything can be bought here if the coin is right. Which is exactly what Colerath was counting on. The young man drew strange looks, obviously out of place as he dragged the immense sword along with him. It was several sizes too big for him, obviously, and many would wonder how he even manged to drag it. The youth was pale in complexion, with hair almost a platinum sort of blond, though he carried himself as a seasoned warrior, with a certain predatory grace and alacrity that was only gained through years that he obviously did not possess.
So when the smooth-faced young man stepped into the Golden Rings Pub, his arrival was met with skeptical looks and murmurs. The bartender didn't argue as he ordered a dwarven stout however, and coin was exchanged. Cole had been on the road for quite a number of days and the pack on his back was heavy. Covered in dust from the road the young man also paid for a room and asked for his evening meal to be delivered before making his way upstairs.