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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.
no subject
he needs to get his shit together. figure out what he has available to him, what he can actually do versus what he wants to do. the idea of snagging a horse and starting off tonight is there, because of course it is, but sam isn't that impulsive. no matter what the tightening in his chest and the humming in his head is saying, he can look at this realistically. he can.
( it's just a matter of whether or not he wants to. )
hey - geralt's low voice cuts through sam's thoughts, and the hand around his bicep pulls his attention. sam blinks, suddenly aware that he'd been actually walking off. suddenly made aware just how out of it he must have been. his eyes go to geralt's hand, then to his face - it's not accusatory, it's not angry. if anything, sam is just realizing he hadn't even been thinking about how close they were and how crazy he must be coming across as, if geralt thought it necessary to actually catch him before he wandered off. ]
That- [ sam exhales, some of that panicked tension going with the breath. ] No, you're right. That's a good idea. [ because it is a good idea. the horizon he can get to whenever. doesn't have to plan for travel, doesn't have to figure out the politics of what it might mean. he should have thought of that, himself, but he'd been too shaken by the news to do anything about it. even now, he still sounds a bit distracted, still not entirely there, but better than before. something about having a plan, a next step, is helping sam feel more grounded than before. like there's something for him to do. somewhere for him to go. when he does pull himself from geralt a step or so, it's with a small, but genuinely appreciative smile. ]
I'll check in with you later. Thanks, man. [ and with a nod, sam turns to start off back in the direction of his apartment. ]