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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, of course I don't need to. But that's precisely what I'll do. [Besides, if there are people capable of it here, it's just as well he learns some sort of... defense.
Hah! A bard, learning magic. Learning to defend himself. It was rather quaint, wasn't it?
All right, the second point, he won't refute. He does need the lute. And does not have the coin yet to buy a proper, quality one.] You know, you make it sound like they're all favors. They aren't. [He smiles, and without ceremony he leans in and kisses Hector's cheek.] I can think of no greater honor than getting into a bar fight for you. I may lose, of course, but it's the principle of the thing. A man must fight for what he believes in.
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He swallows, not even knowing how to convey what he feels in that moment. If Jaskier wanted an army, Hector would build him one. If Jaskier offered a ring, he'd take it. If Jaskier asked for the world, Hector would find a way to seize it for him. But Jaskier's affections aren't conditional upon any of that. He seems to enjoy Hector's presence, and offer up his affection for no other reason than that. It's terrifying. Hector absolutely isn't worthy of that.]
Then I will fight for you as well. Any man with the misfortune or the staggering misjudgment to harm you will regret it. [Regret it to their grave and beyond it.
He takes Jaskier's hand. He's had his fill of drink for now.] Have you found lodgings for the night?
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Hector, my dear, you are an absolute gem. I'll keep it in mind, but you needn't worry. I'm far more likely to hurt myself. Er. Not intentionally, I might add.
[After all, Jaskier is the most charming creature in Cadens, and does not suspect he'll be getting into any fistfights on the street. (Except over Hector's reputation, should it come to it.)
It was a quiet date, but a good one. He's come out the other side understanding a bit more of his necromancer company, which is all he could've wished for.
His hand curls gently in Hector's; their calloused hands are rough in different ways, but the hands of men who have worked long years.] I'd saved enough coin from Thorne to afford an inn room for my little company. [He lifts a curious brow, a bit hopeful there's an indication of invitation in the question.] And have you? Are you wishing for a bit additional company?
[Because they're here. Together again. And he's quite eager. This whole escape has been stress and a wreck on his nerves. Even a quiet night with company alongside him would be a balm.]
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I've got a room for the night. Alucard will be with me after that, but he turn into a wolf and sleep on the floor. [So whenever Jaskier wants to pop by, Hector will toss the dhampir out, it's fine.]
If you're not needed with your companions, Constantine would love to see you.
[Yes, just the frog, and not Hector wanting to steal away Jaskier for himself.]
maybe end it here if you're good? lmk!
Jaskier pauses with a slight frown.]
I'm sorry, he sleeps on the floor? As a wolf? I -- I mean, I found out about the wolf thing, but why --
[He fumbles with the idea of it for a moment. Is that a vampire thing? A dhampir thing? Do they all do this? Gods, Alucard is utterly fucking bizarre.]
Nevermind. Yes, I would love to see Constantine. I'm sure he's the only one dying for my company. [Neither Geralt nor Ciri would miss him for a night, and. Well. Likewise. Hector's company is just as quiet. He drops a few coins on the table for their drinks, already getting set to pull his lute over his shoulder. (Eager, him? Never.)] Do show me.