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Teveriel nodded patiently as Barlon went over their meeting in summary, occasionally tapping the parchment on the table between them to point out some passage or another of particular note. |
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"To put it into layman's terms," Teveriel reasoned, "We would not be in violation of any extant customs laws so long as we disclose our profits and expenses to Wyvern Keep." The scrivener's advice had proven invaluable thus far; Teveriel was more than accustomed to overseeing matters of his estate, but a private trading company dealing in foreign import and export was another matter entirely. |
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"Indeed," the other elf nodded. "And as noted in the aforementioned article seventeen, the transport of certain materials deemed by the Crown to be 'sensitive' carry certain restrictions. To wit, your intention to market certain metals, fabrics, and woods abroad will require three separate licenses." He gave a slight shrug, the silver chain he wore about his neck jingling with the motion. "An expensive undertaking, in truth." |
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"But one in which we stand to gain exponentially, with the right buyers," Teveriel countered. He recalled the time he and Uniana had spent on Caligos Isle, and the awe with which even imperial and Faendryl eyes regarded the aqilorn they had brought for Oirisu to work with. There was demand for elven commodities, and with the opening of a new harbor, now was the time for enterprising individuals to capitalize on it. |
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"Just so," Barlon nodded reasonably. "I am no businessman, Lord Anduin," he added with a rueful smile. "Buying, selling--my expertise is in canon law." |
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"Expertise that has already served me well in my investments westward." Teveriel allowed a faint smile, albeit short-lived. "Allow me to be blunt, Barlon. We could use a man of your talents. I already know the paltry salary afforded you by the Keep, and once we commence operations I am prepared to double it." Folding his hands on the haon tabletop, he fixed the scrivener with a shrewd gaze. "Does that prospect interest you?" |
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Barlon's mouth hung open for a moment, then he let out a nervous laugh. "As your legal advisor, I assume?" He hesitated, "Lord Anduin, I--" But Teveriel lifted a single hand to forestall his protest. |
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"This is no small undertaking," he assured him confidently. "But a large scale operation already nearing fruition. We have partners. Our fleet is built, with the shipwrights constructing two more as we speak. You know me to be a man of honor, true to my word, and most relevantly one of means. Is that not so?" Barlon could only nod in response to the stern glance that punctuated his question. Teveriel gazed at him a moment longer before rising from his seat. "I will allow you time to think it over, of course. I shall have the relevant documents prepared for your perusal and sent to your office on the morrow to await your signature." |
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Teveriel studied him carefully as he stood to formally exchange farewells. He could tell by the way Barlon's smile lit his eyes and the new confidence in his body language that he would accept the position all too gladly, and it was all he could do to hide his own. Everything was coming together quickly, and he knew that they would be prepared. |
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Revision as of 16:22, 16 June 2022
Teveriel Anduin Vaalor is a warrior of some renown and retains full citizenship in Ta'Vaalor.
A veteran of the War of the Griffon Sword, Teveriel briefly led the Golden Hawks special forces unit alongside Lady Evelith and the sorcerer Kardgar. The war was marked with tragedy for Teveriel in particular, who lost both his father and brother to the Dark Alliance's forces. Some time after the end of the War, the Hawks were officially disbanded and Teveriel was relieved of his command.
Bereft of purpose, Teveriel devoted himself to Voln's cause, even going so far as to make pilgrimage to the House of the Paladin in Elstreth to train as a full-fledged Paladin of the lesser deity. For a time, he made his way as a wanderer of sorts, hunting undead across elven and imperial lands. His newfound zeal consumed him, driven by a desire for revenge against the monstrosities that took the lives of his loved ones. It took years for him to wake from this living nightmare--and it was Uniana, whom he had come to know during the War and had recently returned, who roused him.
With renewed purpose, he is now engaged to marry Uniana and has his sights set on a possible seat on the Council of Regents. Although he no longer officially serves in any military capacity, he is determined to see to it that his homeland is safe and secure from any threat.
Appearance
- You see Lord Teveriel Anduin Vaalor the Protector.
- He appears to be an Elf.
- He is tall in stature and has a broad-shouldered slender frame. He appears to be of full age. He has brooding steel grey eyes and fair skin. He has mid-back length, straight pale blonde hair with several strands pulled forward to rest against his chest. He has a chiseled, angular face, a straight nose and well-muscled shoulders and arms. His steeply arched, dark eyebrows and symmetrical features lend him a dour countenance.
- He is in good shape.
- He is wearing a chain-fastened dark wool cloak lined with onyx-swept scarlet marbrinus, a mirror-finish crimson eahnor greatshield slung over his shoulder, some eahnor and vaalorn plate-and-mail, a tripartite band of black onyx and translucent crystal, a pair of eahnor-buckled dark buckskin belts, an antiquated black lacquered scabbard, some fitted grey wool pants, and a pair of black boots buckled with eahnor over the ankle.