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abraxaslogs2021-08-28 09:41 pm
abraxasmods) wrote in abraxaslogs2021-08-28 09:41 pm
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.
sorry for the wait!!! I was on an rp break
Of course, this lends to the idea he has become far too complacent in his long-lasting fame on the Continent. Even in Thorne's castle, he had already begun to gather a reputation, and, he imagines, left lasting impressions with his latest ballads.
The things a true artist goes through so he can buy his friend a fucking sword.
The moment Jaskier hears the word racket, a deep, tight revulsion goes through him. This is exactly why he'd been sticking to performing for royalty. Going back down to perform for the dregs of society was leaving him swimming in this.]
Unfortunately, Jaskier does recognize him. And he is also quick to dismiss him because Geralt never mentioned a thing about him, which means he's either harmless or boring. Or because Geralt couldn't stand him. That's also quite fair. Actually, Jaskier's going to go with that one. He can see why.]
Oi, who asked for your bloody opinion, you lout? Move on with it, you absolute troll. I don't take unsolicited words from the dregs that swam out of the sewers unless you're tossing coins with your unnecessary words.
[Harass people with music, is it? So coming up to be a rude asshole isn't harassment??? Give him an inch and he'll get into fight without a second thought.]
no worries. sadly my computer died recently so this (phone) tag is gonna suck
Unfortunately for Jaskier, Majima didn't know when to stop putting his foot into his mouth. His facial expression turned into a forced smile that looked exceedingly feral, the light in his eyes appearing menacing rather than amused. Which he was amused. To the point he kept playing the "game" he had started.]
What's that make ya then? A slut of musical talents? A troubadour for hire? A minstrel of ministrations?
[He regretted the words before they were even out of his mouth. But there was no taking them back now, and he wasn't apologizing. C'est la vie. Forwards and onwards. Hopefully this would be entertaining.]