The Northern Gate [POST HERE FIRST]

As with the previous set of guards, the soldiers guarding the Northern Gate allow Kama to pass through with no trouble. Just another traveler on the road, if a somewhat unusually friendly one. Come to make his way in Isra, or simply resupply his goods to continue traveling. Whatever the case may be, the guards care not, chuckling at some of his jokes, but otherwise paying Kama no mind as he passes through.

Ryden Greyiron’s inquiry is addressed by one of the guards standing adjacent to the gate. He approaches the carriage, stops at a respectful distance, and speaks clearly, You heard correctly, sir. By all means, proceed. You’ll want to head toward The Citadel-”

The guard gestures into the city, indicating the massive structure sitting prominently in its center, a structure obviously befitting of the name.

“I suggest speaking with the guards there regarding seeking a position in the government. I wish you the best of luck, sir.”

The guard nods his head slightly, knowing that a show of respect now toward who could very well become his superior in the next few hours would be a prudent course of action.

Finally walking, Through A bright smile plastered on his face. This place seemed like a wonderful location to settle into. Kama walked by spotting a standing guard. He'd slowly approach the inner city guard.

" What's up?,Do you happen to know where i can find a place to buy a house of some sort?"

His tone, like always friendly and non-threatening.

Would nod, Walking towards the central plaza. He sees this board and a bunch of house listings on it. Some ranging to a high price others low. He'd look at the board trying to figure out which would be a good house to buy. He'd than look around seeing the houses near him, and tried to find one that suits him. Something small but no too small. He'd find a house worth one-thousand. T hat's just enough to get his life started. He'd go to the housing officials with a wallet with the exact amount,asking to purchase said house.

"Sure, sure, it's the big castle lookin' thing in the center there..." The guard on duty waves the rider through. Regardless of his purpose, Isra's borders are open to single individuals.

Jax, stopping to take his breath, had arrived at the northern gates of Isra. The soft pad of his quick movements brought up dust and pebbles upon the road in which he entered. He was darting from side-to-side, causally evading simply obstacles such as upturned roots or protruding rocks; a majestic display of his acrobatic ability. His feet were a blur, one could not even perceive his movements. His small body allowed for his aerodynamic movement, assisting him achieve his acrobatic goals.

He paused at the gate, before a haphazard grin sat there lazily upon his child-face. He adjusted his bandanna, before projecting his voice toward whoever may be on guard duty.

"Hey! Let me in! I'm here to see my mother!"

He wasn't going to see his mother, of course. He was an orphan. It was a reasonable excuse, he thought. Better than being caught with your pants down with a bad excuse. Excuses were his favourite thing. He didn't call them lies. Lies meant they were bad. And he doesn't lie, because that would mean he was bad. He was good. His mindset was circular; he was adamant in nature

He loved excuses, they gave spice into his and whoever he may know's life. Spice is all that matters. He couldn't bare witht the thought of boredom. Therefore he wants other people not to be bored. Then he won't be bored! It made perfect sense.

He really wanted to be let in this city. He couldn't wait to see what mysteries it may harbour within itself. He didn't even know the city's name. That just added to his childish excitement.

The Lone Warrior Rickard would approach the northern gate of the free city Isra with his dragon traveling companion Neva. He would continue on through the gates into the city if unimpeded by guards posted at the gate, or the gate itself if it was indeed closed. The wall itself was much taller than the one that circled Aramoor, an impressive feat of engineering by the Isranians no doubt. 

Even in the darkness of night, the dark shadow of the walls could be seen looming before them, the faint glow of the city within just barely visible over the top edge of the walls.

The day after Aegon's match with Lamina Manira, Roxanne waited for him by the northern gates of the city. She wore light traveling armor and carried her sword as well as a large picnic basket covered with cloth. She sat impatiently, tapping her foot and occasionally glancing at her reflection in a nearby pond. Every time she did, she would catch herself readjusting her hair and stop, embarrassed. Why was she worried about her hair? It was just some pracice...wasn't it? She glanced down at the basket of food in her hand. Hopefully he wouldn't take it the wrong way.

"Whoa!"

Roxanne jumped, surprised at the sudden appearance of Aegon. Where did he come from? Had he teleported? It seemed as though he'd just popped out of nowhere. After getting over her shock, she smiled cheerfully at him. She was glad to see him, regardless of how abruptly he'd appeared.

"Why, hi there! Where did you come from? You weren't there a moment ago. Um...are you ready to go out? ...Of the city. Out of the city. That's what I meant."

She giggled nervously, trying to conceal her sudden bout of awkwardness. Where had that come from? She quickly changed the subject, holding up the basket.

"I brought some food...we can eat lunch out on the plains, rather than having to come back to the city. More time for training, y'know?"