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Post by Morys Martell on Jun 23, 2014 2:58:00 GMT -5
The single room dwelling of Morys Nymeros Martell at sunspears old palace. It has a single window, with a balcony opening to face the sea and shore. It is spacious enough, decorated with light cloths of greens and blues, and other cool colors of the sea and sky. The room has a wide open space in the center, enough for a man to swing a sword, or a spear, as the case may be, with little chance of hitting the objects around the room.
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Post by Morys Martell on Jun 23, 2014 3:28:08 GMT -5
Morys pulled the red robes together, trying them into place as he went for his leather vest next, slipping into it as he used cord this time to tie it together. He'd not worn this armor much, never in real combat before, and going through the ritual made him think of a infinite number of things, not the least of which was on the upcoming campaign against nightsong. So many things could go wrong, so many opportunities for death to reach out and take him, or his family, with one fell swoop.
"And yet here I am, dressing up for the occasion." he commented aloud, secure in knowing he was alone for the moment. With his lighter attire in place, Morys turned his attention to the heavier pieces of his armor. All were made from black iron, all of them were designed to protect his vital areas, without slowing him down too much. He would need that extra space for movement, if he was going to properly fight upon his dragon, or even control typhon properly when in the air. In the light from his window, the coppery metal on his black breastplate shinned, a dragon with a spear, over a blazing sun.
Morys smiled as he saw it, the symbol showing what he was well, and with a beauty he could be proud of.
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Post by Morys Martell on Jun 24, 2014 17:23:13 GMT -5
Morys was silent as the servents helped him put on his armor, feeling the weight of the plates and mail press onto him, feeling like they were pulling him to the ground. He shifted his shoulders a bit, hearing the metal clinking against one another as he got used to it, looking to the servants as he had one last order for them.
"Fetch me my bow and spear from the armory, and have them brought to the dragon dome. I will be flying shortly." He ordered sternly, the servents leaving as he waited for them to go, looking out of his window to the sea before him. This was it, even after all of his nervousness and the danger of this mission, morys was ready.
He left his chambers for the dragon dome shortly after, ready to take flight.
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too