 local Shamaa mystics in warding a point on the Shamaa/Astral border where a group of nomadic raiders have been preying on several trade routes. Normally, as a Commander in Taroc's military, Colina could send someone under her command to perform the task, but her ranks have been thinned. The tragedy in Astral decimated the troops under her command. The following occupation and need to secure Taroc borders brought about most of her soldiers being reassigned to other locations.

Within no time at all Colina has gone from a strategic liaison between Taroc and Shamaa, to a strategic liaison that also has to pull double-duty troubleshooting any and all problems within her assigned area. Considering her assigned area is essentially a whole province, Colina has not had much down time.

Tired. Sore from the rides. And her ears ringing from a port-a-door that is in desperate need of maintenance. This is how Colina enteres the gathering of warriors, tribal leaders, spirit animals, and province advisors. She hasn't even had a chance to change out of her field armor. The armor is plates of enchanted metal, elemental resistant cloth and leather, and the fur of a beast she helped to slay while participating in a hunt with Shamaa warriors in the forests to the east of this capital city.

Colina makes her necessary greetings to the various warriors and representatives. She has been trained to be visible, to assure her southern brothers and sisters that Taroc is always present and willing to lend aid. It's why she's here. Her oak-colored eyes lock onto the gaze of everyone she meets. She has a strong stare, one that assures everyone that her focus is on them and their corner of the universe.

Once the greetings are done, she finds a place to sit beside the great fire, and takes out her Guild badge. The small metal token, a symbol of her status in the Taroc Guild, grants her access to the mystical lines of communications running through the Taroc military and government. She lets the most recent intelligence reports and announcements wash over her thoughts for a few minutes before eventually Branwen and a top hatted old woman arrive.

Colina pockets her badge and rises out of respect for the arrival of the acting Guild Mistress. She was going to sit back down, but news of Darmon's return halts her. Mem
local Shamaa mystics in warding a point on the Shamaa / Astral border where a group of mobile plunderer have been preying on several trade wind road. Normally, as a Commander in Taroc's military, Colina could send someone under her command to do the task, but her ranks have been thinned. The calamity in Astral decimate the troops under her instruction. The following occupation and need to secure Taroc borders institute about most of her soldiers being reassigned to other locations. 

 Within no clock time at all Colina has gone from a strategic liaison between Taroc and Shamaa, to a strategic affair that also has to pluck double - duty troubleshooting any and all problem within her assigned area. Considering her assigned area is basically a whole province, Colina has not had much down time. 

 Tired. Sore from the rides. And her ear surround from a port - a - door that is in desperate need of maintenance. This is how Colina enteres the gather of warrior, tribal leadership, spirit animal, and state advisors. She hasn't even had a chance to change out of her discipline armor. The armor is plate of enchanted metal, elemental insubordinate cloth and leather, and the fur of a beast she helped to slay while participating in a hunt with Shamaa warrior in the forests to the east of this capital city. 

 Colina makes her necessary greetings to the various warriors and representatives. She has been discipline to be visible, to reassure her southern brothers and sisters that Taroc is constantly present and willing to lend aid. It's why she's here. Her oak - colored eye lock onto the gaze of everyone she meets. She has a strong stare, one that see everyone that her focus is on them and their recess of the universe. 

 Once the greetings are done, she finds a place to sit down beside the great ardor, and takes out her Guild badge. The small metallic element token, a symbol of her status in the Taroc Guild, accord her access to the mystic lines of communication running through the Taroc military and government. She lets the most recent news reports and announcements moisten over her thoughts for a few minutes before eventually Branwen and a top hatted old woman arrive. 

 Colina pockets her badge and resurrect out of respect for the arrival of the acting Guild Mistress. She was going to sit back down, but news of Darmon's tax return stop her. Mem
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local Shamaa mystics in warding a point Shamaa/Astral where a of nomadic raiders trade Normally, as a in Taroc's military, could send someone under her command perform the task, but her ranks have been thinned. The tragedy in Astral the troops under her command. The following occupation and need to secure Taroc brought most her being reassigned to other locations. Within no time at all Colina has gone from a strategic between Taroc and Shamaa, to a strategic liaison also has to pull troubleshooting any and all problems her area. Considering assigned is a whole province, has not had much down time. Tired. Sore from the rides. And her ears ringing from a that is need of This how enteres the gathering tribal leaders, spirit animals, and province even had a chance to change out of field armor. armor is plates of enchanted metal, resistant cloth and leather, and the fur of beast she helped to slay while participating in a hunt with Shamaa warriors in the the east of this city. Colina makes necessary to various and representatives. has been trained to be visible, to assure her southern brothers sisters that Taroc is always present and willing to lend why here. Her oak-colored lock onto the gaze everyone meets. She has a one assures focus on and their corner of universe. Once the greetings are she finds a place fire, and takes out her Guild badge. The metal token, a symbol of her status the Taroc Guild, grants her access to the mystical lines of communications through the and government. She lets the most recent intelligence and announcements wash over thoughts for a few minutes before eventually Branwen and top old woman Colina pockets her and rises out respect for the the acting Mistress. was back down, but news of Darmon's halts Mem
 local Shamaa mystics in wardiNg a point on The ShAmaA/AsTrAl boRder Where a group of nOMadiC raiders have been preyinG on seVeRAl trADe RouteS. NormalLY, aS A comMaNdEr iN TARoC's milItaRy, ColinA could send SomEoNe under her coMMaNd to perforM thE task, but her rAnkS have bEeN thINned. THe tRagedY in AstRAl deciMated the tRoOPs undeR Her commAND. THe foLlowing occupation ANd NEed to secure TarOc bordErS BrOUGht AboUt most of heR sOldieRS being rEAsSIGNed TO other locatioNs.

Within no tIMe aT all CoLiNa hAS gone fRom a sTrATegIc liaison beTweeN Taroc and shamaa, TO a stratEGic liaiSon thaT alSo hAs to PUlL dOubLe-DUty TRoUblEShoOting any AnD aLl proBlemS WITHin hEr aSsigNed arEa. Considering Her AssiGNed Area iS esseNtiaLlY a whoLe provInce, COlIna has not had mucH dowN time.

TireD. SoRe FroM tHe ridES. And heR eaRs rInging fRom a porT-A-doOr THAT iS in desperate need of MaINTeNance. ThiS is how cOlInA Enteres tHe GatHeriNG Of warRiorS, TrIbal leadErs, spiRIt AnImals, anD pRovincE aDviSorS. She hASn't eVen had A chance tO chanGE out of her field ARmor. The armor iS PlATEs OF encHanTed metal, eleMentAL resIstaNT cLotH And leAther, AnD ThE Fur of a beast she helpeD tO slay wHile pArticipating iN a hunt with sHAMaa warriOrs iN ThE Forests to the eaSt of tHis capital CIty.

ColinA makeS her neceSsary greeTINgs to the VarIouS waRriORS aNd representatIVEs. ShE hAs been tRaiNed to be VisIblE, to AssUrE her southErn brothErS aNd SiSteRs thaT taroc is aLwAys PrEseNt and WIlling To lenD aid. it'S wHY shE's here. HER oAK-ColoReD eYes lOck OnTo the Gaze OF evEryone sHe meets. ShE haS A strOnG sTare, one That assures evErYone that heR fOcuS is on tHEM and theiR corner of the universe.

OncE The greeTinGs are Done, She finds a PlaCe to siT beSIde the Great fIre, anD tAkeS OUt her gUIlD baDgE. The small mETAl tOken, a SyMbol Of her stAtus in the Taroc GuilD, GraNts her access tO thE mysTICaL liNEs OF coMmUNicATIons running throUgh the TaroC mILiTary and govERnmEnT. She letS the mosT receNT intellIgence repOrts and anNoUnceMENts Wash over heR thoughtS for a few mINutes BEfOre evEntUally BRaNweN and a Top hatTEd oLd womAn arriVe.

colina PockeTs Her badge And rises out of respect for The arrIval oF thE acting GuIld mIstRess. She waS goiNg to sit bacK doWn, bUt newS of dArmon'S retURn HalTS her. MEm
 local Shamaa mystics in w arding a p ointonthe  S hama a/As tral border wh e re a  group of nomadic raid ers h av e  bee n  p reyin g on se v er a l  tr ad erou te s .Norma lly , as aCommanderinTa roc's milita r y,  Colina co uld  send someon e u nder h er  co m mandtoperfo rm the task,but her r an k s have been th i n ne d. T he tragedy in Ast r al decimated thetroops  u n de r her  co mmand. The  f ollow i ng occu p at i o n  an d  need to secu re Taroc bo r der s brou gh t a b out mo st of  h e r s oldiers bei ng r eassigned  to ot h er loca t ions.
Within  no  ti me a t  a ll  Co li n a h a sgon e  fr om a str at eg ic li aiso n b e twee n T aroc  andShamaa, to astr ateg i c l iaiso n tha t al so  hasto pul l dou bl e-duty troubles hoot ing any a ndal l p ro blems within  he r a ssigned  area.C ons id e r i ng  her assigned area  i s es sentiall y a wh o le  p r ovince,Co lin a ha s not h ad m u ch  down ti me.

T i re d.  Sore f ro m theri des . A nd he r  ear s ring ing from  a po r t-a-door thati s in desperat e  n e e do f ma int enance. Thi s is howColi n aent e res t he ga th e ri n g of warriors, trib al  leade rs, s pirit animals , and prov i n c e adviso rs.S he hasn't even ha d a c hance to c h ange out  of h er field  armor. T h e  armor i s p lat esofe n ch anted metal,e l emen ta l resis tan t cloth  an d l eat her ,and the f ur of abe as tsh e h elped to slaywh ile  p art icipa t ing in  a hu nt w it hS ham aa warr i or s in t he  f ores tsto  theeast ofthis ca pital cit y.Coli na  m akes he r necessary g re etings toth e v arious w arriorsand representatives. Sh e  has be entrain ed t o be visi ble , to a ssu r e hersouthe rn br ot her s and s i s te rsth at Taroc i s alw ays p re sent  and wi lling to lend aid. It' s why she's h ere . He r oa k-c o lo r edey e s l o c k onto the gaze  of everyo ne sh e meets. S h e h as  a stro ng star e, on e  that a ssures ev eryone th at  her f ocu s is on th em and t heir corn e r oft he  univ ers e.

On ce  th e gre etings are  done , shefi nds aplace  t o sit be side the great fire, an d take s out  he r Guild b adg e . T he smallmeta l token, a  sy mbo l ofher statu s in th e T a roc G uild ,  grants h e racc e s sto the myst i c a l l inesofc ommuni cati ons running throu g h the Taroc mi lita r y  an d g o vern me nt. She lets t hemo s t  recentin telligencereportsan d  anno unceme nts wa sh over h er though ts f ora few min ute sb efore e ve nt u ally B ranw en  and a  top h a tted o ld woman arrive. 

Col i n a poc k ets  herba dge and rise s out of r espect forthe ar riva l ofthe act in g Guil d M is tress. She was going  to s it back  d own,  bu t news  ofD a rmon' s re tu rnhalts her . Me m 
 local_Shamaa mystics_in warding a point_on the_Shamaa/Astral_border where_a_group of nomadic_raiders have been_preying on several trade_routes. Normally, as_a_Commander in Taroc's military, Colina could send someone under her command to perform the_task,_but her_ranks_have_been thinned. The tragedy in_Astral decimated the troops under_her command._The following occupation and need to secure Taroc_borders_brought about most_of her soldiers being reassigned to other locations.

Within no_time at all Colina has gone_from a strategic_liaison_between_Taroc and Shamaa, to_a strategic liaison that also has_to pull double-duty troubleshooting any and_all problems within her assigned area. Considering_her assigned area is essentially a_whole province, Colina has not_had much_down time.

Tired. Sore from the_rides. And her_ears ringing_from a port-a-door_that is in desperate need of_maintenance. This is_how Colina enteres the gathering of_warriors,_tribal leaders, spirit_animals,_and_province advisors._She hasn't even_had_a chance_to_change out of her field armor._The_armor is plates of enchanted metal, elemental_resistant cloth and leather,_and_the fur of a_beast she helped to slay_while participating in a hunt with_Shamaa warriors_in the_forests to the east of this capital city.

Colina makes her necessary_greetings to the various warriors and_representatives. She has been_trained to_be_visible, to assure_her_southern brothers_and sisters that Taroc is always present_and willing_to lend aid. It's why she's_here. Her oak-colored eyes_lock_onto the gaze of everyone she_meets. She has a strong stare,_one that assures everyone that_her_focus_is on them and their_corner of the universe.

Once the greetings_are done, she_finds a place to sit beside the_great_fire, and takes out her Guild_badge._The small metal token, a symbol_of_her_status in the Taroc Guild,_grants her access to the mystical_lines of communications running through the Taroc military and_government. She lets_the most recent intelligence reports_and_announcements_wash over her thoughts for a few minutes before eventually_Branwen and_a top hatted_old woman arrive.

Colina pockets her badge and rises out of_respect for the arrival of the acting_Guild Mistress. She was going to sit back down, but news_of Darmon's return halts her. Mem