Travels of Naervod

[naervod]

I am going to be traveling all around the world we know to every country. I will post a few stories fromeach country. I will also have a map to show you where I am.

More to come, including a first story on this post.

 

[Shaitan]

Stay away from India. Fanatikan travelers are not well received in that town...I mean "country".

 

[Zarn]

You get a jedi escort just as CivGeneral did.

 

[GenMarshall]

Who knows Naervod, We might run into each other .

 

[naervod]

I am aim to collect an artifact from every country. I will enter India disguised as an English diplomat (Lets see if the Indians will fall for it again).

 

[naervod]

I will carry with me a first aid kit so I may heal those who need help along the way. There are many sick and injured people in this world and while I cannot cure them all, I will do my best.

A cloaked figure walked through a mountain pass, exiting the province of Montis Abeo Gramen. He was heading west to Yokohama, and then his path would take him south into foreign lands.

It was a stormy night and as the cloaked figure ended his journey through the mountains he saw a figure, huddled and cold. He ran up to the figure. There was a man, around the age of 50, huddled rags and shivering in the icy cold. The cloaked figure started a fire quickly and gave the man his extra clothes so he could begin recovering from frostbite and hypothermia. Then, the cloaked figure brought wood and rock to make a shelter for the night. As the figure was finishing the shelter, his hood snagged a splinter and came off. the man gasped at the revealed face. The face belonged to Naervod, one of the most powerful men in the area, second in command of the Princedom of Vanir and the local ruler, as well as a fabled general and judge. Naervod quickly put his hood back up and nothing more was said. When morning crept up, the man and Naervod made haste for Yokohama, where they arrived that evening. naervod and the poor man said their goodbyes, and as another morning came, Naervod was off.

As the city of Osaka came into view, something seemed wrong. The flag of the Iroquois Nation flew above the city, but his map said the city was firmly in Russian control. He cursed the Cartographic Office for not having updated maps, but knew FortyJ was a busy man and therefore forgave him. Then, a shout and shot came and a tree branch snapped by the Archduke's left arm. He thought this could be trouble...

To be continued...
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