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Post by The Kingdom of Audria on Nov 13, 2015 15:19:10 GMT -8
Gates of Salem
More of a checkpoint than a gateway, these gates serve as the official entrance into Salem. Much of Salem is largely unprotected, as no walls have been built since the settlement is still developing. The gates are protected by Halftbruder, or Half-Brothers, who are armed with simple chaimail and Brotherhood cloaks (white, with a black cross). They wield heater shields, swords, axes, flails, and bows - depending on the guards preference. They merely ensure no known criminals enter the city, and no merchant brings in dangerous goods.
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255 
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Nov 13, 2015 17:13:13 GMT -8
Silas looked like a drunken beggar dressed in his rags and using his broken spear to help keep his balance. As he stumbles along Silas nursed a bottle of hooch bought with the last of his money. He wore his empty scabbard out of a sense of shame and broken pride. His beard was a tangled mess and his hat looked like it had been washed in a muddy puddle. Of course he was barefoot.
Silas approached the gatekeepers and slurred, "I'ff come to joint yer army. Who-Where do I sing?" Silas took a pull from the bottle then offered it to the guard.
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Post by The Kingdom of Audria on Nov 14, 2015 14:06:36 GMT -8
"Another merc," one of the guards remarked. "Head on in through the gates, and make your way to the eastern end of the settlement. There, you'll find the mustering field. Now move along, and try not to disturb the locals. If its more drink you need, visit the Inn or Sin."
The white-cloaked guards allowed Silas through without much problem.
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Deleted
Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 3, 2024 19:07:44 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2015 16:43:10 GMT -8
A Varan warrior woman, looking half-starved, sleepless, and unwashed, stumbled to the gates of Salem. Her armor was caked with mud and dirt and her face marked with cuts. Evidently, the road to Salem was not one.
Do as I told you, conscience said, and this will be fine.
Conscious replied, Shut up. I've got this. You've helped me none.
"Hello, guards!" Reiea began, waving halfheartedly. "I would like to enter? Do you know where I can find lodgings on my way to Isra? And I require food?" The girl swayed a bit, clearly affected by the lack of sleep and food, and awaited an answer.
See? conscious retorted. Fine.
Conscience metaphorically shook her head. That was handled terribly. And you're swaying like a reed.
Maybe they'll think I'm drunk... we're always drunk, anyway.
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Klearia
Established
Roleplay posts: 20 
Registered: Feb 23, 2015 17:58:01 GMT -8
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Post by Klearia on Apr 29, 2016 22:22:45 GMT -8
She arrives at the gate to Salem. Here, she'd seek a guard's guidance.
"Good sir," she said, her youthful but low pitched voice lowered submissively, "I am here on a diplomatic mission to deliver a message to your state. Where should I proceed?"
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Post by The Kingdom of Audria on May 6, 2016 13:13:36 GMT -8
One of the guards looked down at Klearia and nodded. "Go on through, to Lady Audrey's home. She is not busy at the moment and should receive you." |
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max
Committed
Roleplay posts: 71
Registered: Jul 25, 2015 13:03:02 GMT -8
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Post by max on Oct 8, 2016 11:38:49 GMT -8
''I hear you've got a draugr problem?''
Max shouted at the guards from a far; his loyal stead coming to a halt at the settlement's door step. He always enjoyed his journey to Audria; a proof of concept for his small little theory that the more righteous a group or state claim to be the bigger its underworld. But his reasons were a little less shady this time, for his contract was authorized by the Duchy itself in all its holiness.
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The Order
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Registered: Sept 29, 2016 14:08:40 GMT -8
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Post by The Order on Oct 8, 2016 11:42:53 GMT -8
The Guards looked him up and down, trying to find something wrong about him. After a while, a chubby one came down to open the gates for him, looking at him like a person who was walking with their pants down or something odd about them. After max was let in, he would promptly close the gate, and the Guards would resume chatting or doing whatever they were doing. |
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