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Entry tags:
- !event,
- !npc,
- alina starkov; the hanged man,
- amos burton; the lovers,
- cirilla of cintra; the devil,
- coraline finch; the tower,
- estinien wyrmblood; the hermit,
- geralt of rivia; the hanged man,
- gideon nav; strength,
- hector; the magician,
- himeka sui; the fool,
- jaskier; the sun,
- jon sims; the high priestess,
- jon snow; the emperor,
- kiryu kazuma; the tower,
- sam wilson; justice
WELCOME TO THE FREE CITIES!
WELCOME TO THE FREE CITIES!
Welcome to The Free Cities! The portal exits outside the capital city of Cadens. The first impression of the city is its sheer size. It sprawls out across the landscape like a great hulking beast at rest. The wall that encircles it barely contains it, the buildings of Cadens practically bulging against its restraint.
The air here seems thicker somehow, tinged with a scent that’s acrid and smoky. Smog hangs high over the city, belched out by smokestacks that tower over the industrial district. The desert stretches out behind it, dotted with towers and dust clouds that disappear into the horizon. Multiple gates lead inside and each is staffed by soldiers in unfamiliar uniforms that wave a steady stream of people through without appearing to pay much attention. People are coming and going almost all of the time, to and from the outposts and areas of activity around the city proper. It’s difficult to tell just what’s out there beyond the impression of tall metal structures and a great deal of labor. Wagons carrying travelers to Libertas and Aquila roll out from the Travel Post outside the city wall.
Anyone who can sense magic will notice a much lower concentration here. No one will be stopped or questioned at the gate, even if the soldiers seem to take note of the fugitives from Thorne.
The activity and sheer number of citizens can be overwhelming. It’s crowded and loud and feels constantly in motion with everyone talking and yelling over each other. It’s easy to get swept up in the ever-moving throng or find oneself ducking into the mouth of a narrow alley just to breathe.
Anyone who’s willing to make their way to the northern part of the city and Portham Hall will find Prime Minister Marlo Reiner available to receive them.
The air here seems thicker somehow, tinged with a scent that’s acrid and smoky. Smog hangs high over the city, belched out by smokestacks that tower over the industrial district. The desert stretches out behind it, dotted with towers and dust clouds that disappear into the horizon. Multiple gates lead inside and each is staffed by soldiers in unfamiliar uniforms that wave a steady stream of people through without appearing to pay much attention. People are coming and going almost all of the time, to and from the outposts and areas of activity around the city proper. It’s difficult to tell just what’s out there beyond the impression of tall metal structures and a great deal of labor. Wagons carrying travelers to Libertas and Aquila roll out from the Travel Post outside the city wall.
Anyone who can sense magic will notice a much lower concentration here. No one will be stopped or questioned at the gate, even if the soldiers seem to take note of the fugitives from Thorne.
The activity and sheer number of citizens can be overwhelming. It’s crowded and loud and feels constantly in motion with everyone talking and yelling over each other. It’s easy to get swept up in the ever-moving throng or find oneself ducking into the mouth of a narrow alley just to breathe.
Anyone who’s willing to make their way to the northern part of the city and Portham Hall will find Prime Minister Marlo Reiner available to receive them.
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Part of him wanted to tell her to just get a regular old job. She could sell goods at a shop or wait tables at a restaurant or something easy like that. If she just pretended to be sweet for more than two seconds she'd have an easy time of it, he thought. She was young and cute and clever enough that the rest would fall naturally into place. But her suggestion instantly had his attention and he forgot all about the sound advice he might give.
"What? Who the hell told ya to do somethin' like that?"
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Telling a kid to commit blackmail, that is. What kind of adult would do that. Surprisingly (or maybe not), Majima wasn't the sort. A(n ex-)yakuza he may have been, but his old fashioned morals meant keeping women and children out of the underworld. It was one thing to work as a hostess, a whole other to do the duty work of a gangster.
Then again, politics ran the same games sometimes. It was a cut-throat world. Better to be the one doing the cutting than getting cut, no? Still, it didn't sit all that well with Majima. He would rather protect a civvie from such dark paths than watch them walk it especially when he was already close enough to get involved.
He rubbed at the back of his head, gaze flicking about as he worried over the issue in his head. Clearly he'd hit a sore spot with her. And arguing probably wasn't going to help anything here. His gaze flicked back to her. He tried to remain calm and steady.
"That sort of business is risky. Even with your supposed advantages you don't know what could happen in a place like this. It ain't a normal world." Then again, he didn't really know what sort of world she was from in the first place. "Look, if that's what ya think you'd be good at... Best be damn careful about it. Don't go doin' something stupid just to prove a point 'cause I ain't bailin' ya out if ya come cryin' that ya messed up right off the bat."
Except that was entirely a lie and he totally would go to her rescue if needed. This was likely to make her more huffy, he realized, but what was said was said. He always was good at sticking his foot in his mouth. If he wasn't working the crowd at the Grand, he tended to be downright dumb when it came to quick-talking.