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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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[And then the expression ends when he grins again. Look, it's far different to go to small, meagre praise when he's glutted himself on so much of it for years. This bloody world better accept his talent or he will riot. Or complain a lot, at least.
So she knows that, too? (How long did his praises last for her?) It's as if she knows him and she doesn't. Foolishly, it's not only that he may think he's dead. He worries that perhaps they are not close, as he only assumes he would be with someone so close to Geralt.
He needs the brevity. And because it's Jaskier, he also does not hesitate.] Skinny! How rude. I'd love to see you try.
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Oh, yeah?
[ Maybe right now isn't a great option, though. What with all the people already skirting around them in annoyance. ]
Want to bet on it? I get your share of the next round of sweet buns.
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Unfortunately, Jaskier was not concerning himself with things like that, and he certainly never acknowledged himself as being in anyone's way. Move along, fools.]
Please! With what coin? [But his eyes light up nonetheless.] All right, you're on. And where is the dainty princess going to carry me to? We can make it easy -- you carry me back to our room.
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Weren't you going to sell that ring? Get us some coin instead of yammering on, and I'll carry you up the stairs and tuck you right into bed if you want.
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Spoken like a true royal, throwing out orders to all us commoners.
[Look, he can't help it! She's practically egging him on! But to show it's only gentle teasing, he offers his arm.] Come along with me and we'll do a proper bartering. Perhaps you can meanmug the poor merchant with that same expression and scare the wits out of them.