WELCOME TO NOTT!

[abraxasmods]

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.

Comments

[girl_at_the_window]

"Aye. And I should've thought of it, before I came down on 'ee that way." Susan shakes her head, shrugging one shoulder as if to say Let's let that be an end to it. "But I ain't thinkin' all too clear, lately. It's been a rough few days for all of us, I guess." Then, reconsidering: "A rough couple months, at least."

[souille]

"Hasn't it just," she replies dryly. And not just since she was brought to Thorne - the months leading up to her arrival in this world were relentless, and she just wants life to give her a break. "I don't think it's going to get any easier, though."

[girl_at_the_window]

Susan's smile is wry and not a little bitter. "When does it ever?" she mutters, and wrinkles up her nose, pulling a face. "Guess that means I got no excuse." Then, looking up and down the street: "I got a few coins. I was going to find summat to eat, if you want to come with."

[souille]

Abigail hadn't realised she was hungry until Susan mentioned food, but now her stomach growls in response. "That's not a bad idea, if you're sure you don't mind."

[girl_at_the_window]

"I'd not have offered, else." There's a slight sharpness in her tone - fuelled, perhaps, by the fact that she's not sure she doesn't mind. As soon as it's out, she's painfully aware of how little money she actually has, and how little she knows this girl, and how stupid an offer it was to make. But now she's said it, she can't exactly change her mind - not without being a selfish ass, anyroad - so it'll just have to stand.

She huffs a little, tossing her hair back. "Come on. Let's see what we can find."

[souille]

Abigail almost feels obliged to refuse, pretty sure that Susan is probably about as broke as she is herself. Then her stomach growls again more insistently and she decides its probably best to take advantage of the offer. She can always pay her back some other time, she hopes.

"Any recommendations? They seem to have a lot of fish here, I've never really had much seafood."

[girl_at_the_window]

"I don't know 'em well enough yet to ken who's worth trustin' with fish." Probably most of them, to be fair, this close to the docks - but at the same time, she's known plenty of fishermen off the Clean Sea who'd sell inedible catch. There's ways of hiding it, too. She's waiting to see who the locals go to. "Bread, though, that's pretty hard to fuck up. I'll get us summat like that."