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abraxaslogs2021-08-28 09:41 pm
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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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She shrugs a bit. ]
Not all bad. The food, in particular, is quite good. And yes, we've got a room at an inn not far from here. Lucky for us that Jaskier's talents are inter-dimensionally recognized, it seems.
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[ now this is when sam's ego is going to come into play. geralt or no geralt, he can brag about his own cooking. he breaks into a bit of a grin, taking a long drink of his own beer. ] Can you do spicy? I can work around it, if needed.
[ at the mention of jaskier's talents, though, sam lets out a laugh, lifting his glass at that. ] No matter what world or where you end up, someone will always have a need for a good song, and he does know how to work a room.
But that's good to know- I'm staying not far from here too. Maybe...fifteen minutes that direction? [ he points off in some direction of the tavern, towards whatever block or street he's settled into with peter and alina and mal. ] Now you have no excuse not to come over for food. We're too close.
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Spicy? I think so.
Are you renting a place with a kitchen of your own?
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It's not a huge place, but it's down the road and the owner has been nice enough to let us use the house's main kitchen when we need to. [ is it because sam is actually a pretty decent handyman and has....gone about fixing most every part of the building the woman owns? maybe. is it because he's just won her over with charm and southern manners? more likely. but he's not all that worried about it, and gives off the impression he can adapt to just about any situation, given the time. ]
And I've been looking for a reason to really use it.
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[ Ciri decides with a smirk, taking a nice long drink of her ale. She says us like Geralt (and Jaskier) are part of the deal, but considering Sam is Geralt's... acquaintance more than hers, it seems a fair assumption. ]