Kern accepts one of the horses. "Let us leave the city separately." He suggests. "That way we don't raise further questions with a large group leaving the city."
(I started to post this yesterday, but I got sidetracked.)
The Southern gate is not far from The Remnant's headquarters, and the ride is quick. The once pristine city is now covered in garbage, trash blows in the alleys, while rats and other vermin run openly in the streets. Graffiti covers the marble walls, and many unsavory people loiter in the streets. Several times you pass people hanging from makeshift galleys, and more than once pass a civilian being forced out of his/her home by Talons. Mercenaries stand on every corner, tightening their grip on the city.
You arrive at the gate only fifteen minutes after setting out:
The famed walls of Aedaerin greet your eyes. The formidable one hundred foot tall walls tower over everything in the city. Crafted by ancient dwarfs, the craftsmanship of the walls is unsurpassed. Made of a mixture of adamantine and steel, reinforced with wards and protective spells, nothing has ever brought down these walls, and perhaps never shall. The gate is of equal wonder, nearly fifty feet wide, and seventy feet tall, and crafted with the same material as the walls, and carved with pictures of great kings, famed heroes, dreaded monsters, and ancient mountains.
The large doors are open, but that doesn't mean you can just walk through them. Half a dozen Talon guard the gate entrance, armed with halberds, several more guards watch from the walls, armed with firearms.
As the character approaches: A guard blocks your way. "Halte! Who are you, and what are you doing!" He levels his halberd.
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Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
As Scal approaches the gate alone, he tries to time his arrival to that of a wagon going out at the same time. He will bring his horse up to ride next to the wagon at first keeping pace with it. When the wagon stops he will continue on as if he owned the place. If he is called out he will at first ignore the call and then on the 2nd call to him, he will raise his hand holding the gun and then continue to move forward as if he had ever right to be leaving the city.
(yep Kelgar ready)
Kern accepts one of the horses. "Let us leave the city separately." He suggests. "That way we don't raise further questions with a large group leaving the city."
Cayden secures his gear and mounts his horse. He nods at Kerns suggestion and decides to accompany Kelgar to the gate.
(I started to post this yesterday, but I got sidetracked.)
The Southern gate is not far from The Remnant's headquarters, and the ride is quick. The once pristine city is now covered in garbage, trash blows in the alleys, while rats and other vermin run openly in the streets. Graffiti covers the marble walls, and many unsavory people loiter in the streets. Several times you pass people hanging from makeshift galleys, and more than once pass a civilian being forced out of his/her home by Talons. Mercenaries stand on every corner, tightening their grip on the city.
You arrive at the gate only fifteen minutes after setting out:
The famed walls of Aedaerin greet your eyes. The formidable one hundred foot tall walls tower over everything in the city. Crafted by ancient dwarfs, the craftsmanship of the walls is unsurpassed. Made of a mixture of adamantine and steel, reinforced with wards and protective spells, nothing has ever brought down these walls, and perhaps never shall. The gate is of equal wonder, nearly fifty feet wide, and seventy feet tall, and crafted with the same material as the walls, and carved with pictures of great kings, famed heroes, dreaded monsters, and ancient mountains.
The large doors are open, but that doesn't mean you can just walk through them. Half a dozen Talon guard the gate entrance, armed with halberds, several more guards watch from the walls, armed with firearms.
As the character approaches: A guard blocks your way. "Halte! Who are you, and what are you doing!" He levels his halberd.
Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
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"Hello!" Omanorin shouts, "We must leave through the gates."
Please check out my homebrew, I would appreciate feedback:
Spells, Monsters, Subclasses, Races, Arcknight Class, Occultist Class, World, Enigmatic Esoterica forms
"Why?" The guard replies simply.
Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
Extended Signature
As Scal approaches the gate alone, he tries to time his arrival to that of a wagon going out at the same time. He will bring his horse up to ride next to the wagon at first keeping pace with it. When the wagon stops he will continue on as if he owned the place. If he is called out he will at first ignore the call and then on the 2nd call to him, he will raise his hand holding the gun and then continue to move forward as if he had ever right to be leaving the city.
(I'm very sorry guys/gals, but I won't be able to post for a few days due to personal issues, I hope to come back soon. Happy Rolling!
Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
Extended Signature