kallista
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Post by kallista on Dec 26, 2014 21:04:41 GMT -8
Aeternus Province Southern Tower Gated Entrance
The walls that mantle Aeternus are about forty-feet high, finished from pure stone chipped away from the northern mountains and cast in situ at the locality of the walls. There are still laborers working day and night to secure the western border of Aeternus; a stretch of nearly a forth mile still yet to be constructed. The walls are quite thick, necessary due to the causeway at the top, connecting the southern tower to the western tower; a trajectory patrolled by archers when not otherwise at guard.
The gate itself is consummate, hewn from raw stone into smooth, polished angles and ornate carvings of lions – chiseled, and excoriated by hand. At daylight –it is pulled open and wedged with a large boulder, allowing free access to those familiar and unfamiliar. At night it is sealed, and radiantly lit with torches.
The Southern Tower is erected to the close right of the gate, a formidable structure of three stories – drawing an imposing silhouette ten feet taller than the wall. The Flag of Aeternus is proudly emblazoned on a huge sheet of fabric, hoisted into the sky. The upper two levels of the alpine edifice are where the patrolling archers spend their six-hour shifts, alternating throughout the day. Sometimes, there might be an engineer or two tinkering around inside or at the gate, but not paying much mind to activities around them. A congregation of five warriors stationed on the ground floor, switching only at dawn and dusk; usually watching the gate. Customarily, they do not stop those who pass through the gates, unless they are suspicious or recognized as a criminal.
[Scenes that are outside the walls of Aeternus are appropriately narrated here, so long as they are not too far away]
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Garo Zelsai
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Post by Garo Zelsai on Dec 27, 2014 22:42:52 GMT -8
The young man with anime-orange hair followed the long path to the gates of this realm, sheathed broadsword at his left hip and large brown wolf at heel. Garo and his canine companion Barao had arrived into this strange new world with no knowledge of its people, culture, flora, or fauna. In truth, Aeternus had been the first sign of civilized life since their arrival, and so served immediately as a baseline from which to judge the sophistication of this world. There were people and governing systems and technology here, too, as well as a common language that he himself shared. This was a very promising discovery, he thought. Fortunate just to have found a place of potential hospitality, Garo increased somewhat in his pace in his excitement to make some manner of contact. Ever wary of the wall archers, he had still come to the conclusion that they weren't there to pick off random travelers, but to provide a system of security that he and his wolf could really benefit from.
His first greeting with whoever he'd contact first [wherever that may be in this setting] would go something like this..
"Excuse me sir... would you please tell me where I am?"
Barao, wary of the stranger after a long trek with Garo, hid behind the young man's legs, peering around his right side.
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kallista
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Post by kallista on Dec 28, 2014 8:52:43 GMT -8
[The long, winding path he took was the solitary route into the city – approaching from the south into the valley of Aeternus. It originated as an abundant clearing,fog-blanketed mountains in the background afore narrowing into a small dell flanked by two large cliff-sides of the ‘Thundering Range’. A wide-open field of fruits and vegetables gave way into a golden surge of grain influenced by the light breeze as the fluffy stalks oscillated left and right. There was even a small count of cattle right before the green meadow bowed into gentle slopes as he reached the gated wall. As per usual, at daybreak the large door had been wedged open, the arch above giving shadow to the threshold of the village. Large, ornate lions were sculpted into pillars on either side, a set of three that were positioned one above the other vertically- a different face for each.]
The archers were first to take notice of the traveler and his bestial companion – they halt their perambulation atop the walls, passive movements of surveillance as the two newcomers approached. Down below, two warriors strode out from the Southern Tower’s lower tier; one furnished a longsword at his side, and the other gripped a gleaming double-sided spear. It was clear due to the embroidered patch of Lionshelm Guild on the left side of their chest; they were sanctioned militia of Aeternus. They had only made themselves visible to give a short nod to the traveler as he officially arrived in the city, but as Garo proposed a question, the man with the spear spoke up first,
“The great province of Aeternus!” He responded with an assertive, albeit loud voice; a sense of pride protracted on his words, “Governed by the venerated Empire of Seleucia, we welcome you, traveler!” This particular guard had obviously polished his welcoming statement,and with much gusto.
If Garo watched close enough he could have caught the exasperated eye-roll of the other, sword-bearing guard, as he stepped forward,chuckling inconspicuously,
“There is lodging right down the path from here,” he pointed to his right with an extended arm, right up past the market and shops. “We hope to afford hospitality and rapport –but we don’t appreciate idle hands.” He smiled, but was it just out of polite habit? “If you wish to seek shelter, you must also earn your keep.” It was a significant pronouncement the traveler should hear now before he decided to make himself at home, if that was his objective.
It was evident by the bustling activity around them that this was a rule-of-thumb that Aeternus' population all lived under. There were several trade-workers pushing carts down the gravel paths to and from shops -- many carts were full of food items: bright red, round tomatoes, bunches of grapes and bananas, fresh loaves of bread and jugs of aromatic beverages -- probably wine, some of the carts had rods that held bloody cuts of meat and carcasses. In the background, the cadence of the stone-workers' pickaxes created the melody for the rest of the sounds, a steady rhythm of collaborated effort. Permanent shopfronts vaunted weapons and armor, hot off the anvil, precious stones and gems mined from the Thundering Range, and an assortment of talismen.
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Garo Zelsai
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Post by Garo Zelsai on Dec 28, 2014 14:59:44 GMT -8
The flora and culture here seemed quite diverse. What really stuck out was the existence of tomatoes and bananas--familiar to him from his travels, but rarities indeed among the civilized world. Each observation confirmed the discovery of a very vibrant colony of people, from resources to activity.
Earn his keep? Such was a common and fair trade in small isolated communities. Garo had much to gain from the embrace of civilization, and had no real issues with this. However, he was curious as to what he would be doing.
"That's understandable. Barao and I have been traveling for awhile. We're used to it but we do need a place to rest. Where should I go right now? Just straight to the inn?"
Barao now slinked around to the teenage fighter's side, sitting down.
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