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Magnacia RP:

The windswept northern country was harsh as could be, barely good plains of grass for cattle to graze, even the fish- the only thing plentiful, has an odd taste. Though its pike was certainly a delicacy to be he at inns along the road. No wonder such a people turned to faith to piously.

Marlon and Shack trotted their horses along the barn with four wagons behind them containing holy scripture and tapestries, as well as gold. Thirty armed guards were at the flanks, with this procession making it's way to the Capitol of the Northern lands (for that is what the Crown Lands call them), to give gifts in the name of the King (for as news travelled slowly, they had not yet learned of his death nor Queen Gwen's place.

This whole expedition was ordered and sent north in order to procure a treaty for the right to mine gold and ores in the mineral rich lands, and such objects would certainly help would they not?

As the gate and its wooden gate, nearly as proud as the stones of the walls were coming into view, Shack was intrigued in who would meet them. The Patriarch or the King?

OCC: The 1st russian order