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Fidelis Meridius · January 28, 2008, 11:57 PM

Business... That was the name of the game. Everybody was constantly going about their business, even if it wasn't business at all. Throngs of people traversed the Empire's capital city. All of them worked towards one goal or another: Happiness, pleasure, supporting a family, taking care of those you love, or even plain old getting by. But as the hussle and bussle life continued on as normal... one life was significantly different than others. It was a much darker, much more dedicated life. It was forged at the tip of a sword, and honed in death and despair.

This life moved through the streets as it returned from a very different business. This life was Fidelis Meridius, Dark Knight of Jorel and the Bane of Honor. Step after step, leather boots carried him back towards The Crown. Once there he had every intention of a drink or four until he retired to his suite for the rest of the Brightening.

Under tresses of platinum hair, emerald eyes bounced from one side of the street as he was constantly on the watch for potential enemies. With such a price on his head, he was never allowed to let his guard down. To do so would bring about his demise. As he moved quickly towards his destination, his eyes caught something curious... The symbol of the House D'Rinishad... on a young girl? Fidelis knew the family to be fairly tightly knit, and lacking in hordes of members. "A D'rinishad girl... alone in prime?"

The Jorelite approached. Looking down to the Vysstichi observer, he spoke. His bold tone, and malicious countenance would likely firghten her. Therfore he was blunt and to the point. "My name is Fidelis Meridius... I am a friend of all D'Rinishads. Tell me... you are not alone are you? Is Faust or Serion about?"

OOC: Bleh... first posts... ick :-P

January 28, 2008, 11:57 PM	#2 (permalink)
Fidelis Meridius Hero Join Date: May 2002 Location: Temple of Thorns Posts: 1,084 Total Awards: 1	Business... That was the name of the game. Everybody was constantly going about their business, even if it wasn't business at all. Throngs of people traversed the Empire's capital city. All of them worked towards one goal or another: Happiness, pleasure, supporting a family, taking care of those you love, or even plain old getting by. But as the hussle and bussle life continued on as normal... one life was significantly different than others. It was a much darker, much more dedicated life. It was forged at the tip of a sword, and honed in death and despair. This life moved through the streets as it returned from a very different business. This life was Fidelis Meridius, Dark Knight of Jorel and the Bane of Honor. Step after step, leather boots carried him back towards The Crown. Once there he had every intention of a drink or four until he retired to his suite for the rest of the Brightening. Under tresses of platinum hair, emerald eyes bounced from one side of the street as he was constantly on the watch for potential enemies. With such a price on his head, he was never allowed to let his guard down. To do so would bring about his demise. As he moved quickly towards his destination, his eyes caught something curious... The symbol of the House D'Rinishad... on a young girl? Fidelis knew the family to be fairly tightly knit, and lacking in hordes of members. "A D'rinishad girl... alone in prime?" The Jorelite approached. Looking down to the Vysstichi observer, he spoke. His bold tone, and malicious countenance would likely firghten her. Therfore he was blunt and to the point. "My name is Fidelis Meridius... I am a friend of all D'Rinishads. Tell me... you are not alone are you? Is Faust or Serion about?" OOC: Bleh... first posts... ick :-P __________________ ""The price of being a sheep is boredom. The price of being a wolf is loneliness. Choose one or the other with great care." If Chivarly Isn't Dead, It Soon Will Be. Status: Trying to get things going again.