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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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[He won't deny it. He looks perfectly serious with how he confirms the matter, at any rate.]
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I see.
Well, if you'd like to ask me for advice around whether or not it's worth saving up or getting one secondhand, I'll need to know what you plan to use it for. And what kind you're looking for. When I find a decent smith, I can send word.
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Expected scuffles, nothing overly specialized. I prefer a thinner blade, better suited for speed and direct strikes rather than brute strength. [The description is quick, but not automatic. He's never had to stop and truly describe his weapon before - it has usually just been on hand.] I don't focus on decoration, although some flair is appreciated.
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Mm. I see. Like a rapier?
[ She nods, with a sharp, interested look in her eyes as she seems to be imagining it, the look of someone quite interested in and familiar with the topic at hand. Never mind that she hadn't thought about a vampire needing a sword before. ]
If you favor a thin blade, I'd recommend not skimping on the quality. You don't want something too brittle or too weak. An inexperienced or dishonest smith could try to fool you with a light blade that seems well balanced but snaps under pressure instead of flexing. You should also take care that the point isn't too narrow, or it may be more susceptible to breaks. Again... depending on how you intend to use it.
In my view, a badly crafted sword is more a hinderance than a tool, but I recognize that sometimes one has no choice but to make do.
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[Alucard's not about to burst out with I'll know it when I see it, but should Ciri ever find him in the Horizon, he'll happily whip out his sword from back home in order to better illustrate his point.]
I expect that there will have to be some modifications based on what I run into in this place, but the ability to deal with speed is absolutely required. [He doesn't have to elaborate on Special Vampire Reasons, does he?]
I'd really rather not make do unless absolutely required of me. It is too much of an investment to fail.
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Exactly my point.
In that case, I'll be sure to let you know when I've got my eye on a competent smith.
...that is, if you'd be kind enough to share where one can find you on a regular basis. Not this same roof, I presume?
[ A beat, before she adds, cautiously. ]
I can always find you in the other place, if you describe what I should look for there. Leave a message or something.
Maybe you can even show me your sword and how you use it.
[ That's not meant to sound dirty. Promise. ]
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The Ram's Head, the sign looks like a terribly abstract interpretation of what a ram looks like in profile. It...well, it is rather hard to mistake. [He shrugs gently.] But I would not oppose this roof either.
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you can pretend to be batmanIt's a nice change in perspective. at any rate.]The other place is marked by woods that will keep trying to show you out. I'll try and make the true path through it obvious.
[Good news: his mind is so, so far from that these days that Alucard doesn't even pick up on how dirty it is.]
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Ciri's lips quirk at the thought of a 'terribly abstract' ram's head, trying to imagine it, but it does give her enough to go on. ]
All right. I'll keep an eye out for the inn.
[ She does not volunteer her own location. In fairness, it is hardly a permanent solution, all three of them crammed into a cheap little room, but it's still better than prison. ]
...and the woods. They sound like an interesting challenge, the way you put it.
[ Not exactly welcoming to guests. It's not the most straightforward invitation she's ever gotten, but it sounds like one anyway, so maybe his domain won't entirely try to throw her out if she decides she needs to speak with him. ]
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They're not particularly meant to be [They're not at all a metaphor for how he feels about the world, nope!] but I can't say I'm surprised that you'd take them as such.
[He's met Ciri for ten minutes but her personality is pretty clear in some regards.]