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abraxaslogs2021-08-28 09:47 pm
abraxasmods) wrote in abraxaslogs2021-08-28 09:47 pm
WELCOME TO NOTT!
WELCOME TO NOTT!
Welcome to Nott! A blend of old world Thorne and new world industrialism, densely packed wooden buildings surround a section of ancient stone architecture at the lake’s edge. The city rises up against the horizon and is easily seen from a distance, lacking any farmland or outposts around it to distract the eye.
The city gates are wide open. Whatever may be happening back at the Thornean capitol, there’s no obvious hint of it here. Busy citizens are going about their day, guards in local uniform patrol the streets with little urgency, and no alarm bells or horns are sounding. It appears,at least on the surface, as though no one is concerned about escaped prisoners here.
But it certainly is a bustling place! Sounds and smells assault the senses right from the gate. The streets are filled with vendors and panhandlers and criers shouting out deals and directions and soliciting money, hawking food and services and shops. There seems to be a tavern or a public house on almost every corner. A cool wind comes off the lake and the scent of the fish market carries through the city. People are everywhere and no one seems to notice or care that much about strangers - aside from wanting their coin.
It’s the perfect place to hide out from Thorne while staying within Thorne’s borders.
Within a few hours of arrival a city guard will approach each escapee from Thorne - regardless of what their standing was back at the castle - to politely inform them that Lord of Representatives Lyle Vela would be happy to receive them at the House of the Lords at any time today. Each character will be given a handwritten invitation marked with an official seal that gives directions to the House of the Lords, a sprawling Old Nott building on the lake that overlooks the city. The invitation is of course optional and there are no repercussions for declining.
The city gates are wide open. Whatever may be happening back at the Thornean capitol, there’s no obvious hint of it here. Busy citizens are going about their day, guards in local uniform patrol the streets with little urgency, and no alarm bells or horns are sounding. It appears,at least on the surface, as though no one is concerned about escaped prisoners here.
But it certainly is a bustling place! Sounds and smells assault the senses right from the gate. The streets are filled with vendors and panhandlers and criers shouting out deals and directions and soliciting money, hawking food and services and shops. There seems to be a tavern or a public house on almost every corner. A cool wind comes off the lake and the scent of the fish market carries through the city. People are everywhere and no one seems to notice or care that much about strangers - aside from wanting their coin.
It’s the perfect place to hide out from Thorne while staying within Thorne’s borders.
Within a few hours of arrival a city guard will approach each escapee from Thorne - regardless of what their standing was back at the castle - to politely inform them that Lord of Representatives Lyle Vela would be happy to receive them at the House of the Lords at any time today. Each character will be given a handwritten invitation marked with an official seal that gives directions to the House of the Lords, a sprawling Old Nott building on the lake that overlooks the city. The invitation is of course optional and there are no repercussions for declining.
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[ He grins up at her, a little stiff but clearly in good spirits all things considered. Between The War and being a super soldier, the trek here hadn't been bad. He's more worried about the people he's been separated from than his own ability to get by. After all, it's not the first time he's had to flee and live a little under the radar and this time there's only one government potentially chasing him. ]
I'm not really sure how many of us wound up here, but I've seen a few familiar faces. Or haircuts in your case.
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[ She actually rode a horse to Nott, so she doesn't think it was bad getting here at all. The whole 'walk across several states' thing was long before she ever got stranded in Abraxas.
She swaps her sandals to the hand holding her skirt, and takes the bread from him. ]
I'm not gonna ruin my hair just because some Renn Faire jackass thinks it's funny to bring people here. But one'a my people is workin' on how to use magic keep it up. Or... y'know, change it. Just in case.
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And here I am just covering my metal arm with a sleeve and a glove like a chump. If your friend could do anything to help me hide that, I'd be happy to trade some labor or food or something for it. The one-glove look gets me weirder questions here than it ever did in New York.
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[ She grins and cocks her head at him, tearing off a piece of the bread to pop into her mouth. ]
I'm Julie Lawry.
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James Barnes and I don't want to be the king of anything.
[ Mostly, he just wants to live and figure out what that means for him. ]
Sounds like way too much pressure.
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[ Which is only pressure, she supposes, if one actually wants to save Abraxas. She knows no one down in the dungeons wanted to help, and she doesn't give a shit if this world ends or whatever. She's already dead. ]
Why'd you come here, 'stead of other two cities?