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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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Well... It would go a lot faster if I had a horse.
[ She can probably manage not to fall off. She'll just be sore tomorrow after a day of riding. ]
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He gestures for her to follow, making sure she's coming along before he heads back where he came. It isn't far off—a bend around the grassy trail where a dappled grey mare is waiting.
He reaches for the reins. His hand settles on the horse's neck. She's calm enough as it is, but there's a sense of something settling in the horse's gaze, her flicking tail stilling and a whisper of magic in the air between his fingers.
He glances over his shoulder at Alina. Whatever he's done, he clearly isn't about to explain it unprompted. ] You'll have an hour or two before it wears off.
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She takes a few paces towards the horse, laying a hand on her muzzle. ]
Nice trick.
[ Stalling for time? Never. But she really does need to rip off this bandage. Quickly, she packs up her things into her satchel, securing it around her shoulder. She takes a steadying breath before hoisting herself up onto the mare. ]
You sure it'll hold?
[ Whatever... spell he's put over the horse. This is the type of magic people might think the Grisha could do, seeing it in person has her on the edge of curious and unnerved. Or maybe he's just a heartrenderer with an affinity for calming beasts. ]
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Geralt peers at the horse. He can sense the question in Alina. She isn’t asking, though, so he doesn’t volunteer. Getting into what he is tends to be—complicated. And he’s used to not needing to explain himself, when the entirety of the world back home knows exactly who and what he is. ]
It’ll hold. [ He shifts his gaze up toward her. ] Like I said. Just bring her back to the stables in town.