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Seven Oaks Gates

The construction of a thick, well-fortified wall around Seven Oaks has necessitated the passage of all traffic through one of several ironshod gates. These have smaller gates set in them for passage of foot traffic. There is a squad of Seven Oaks Guards constantly on duty at the gates, in addition to those manning the walls themselves.

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By Sir Rhys Lyon Sunderland, son of the Black Lion of Dealows (Rhys)

Sunday, August 16, 2009 - 2:38 am GMT | Edit | Link |

(FROM:

The Streets)

Still following the group.

(TO:	The Outskirts)

By The Wandering Healer (Praetor)

Sunday, August 16, 2009 - 5:57 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(FROM:

The Seven Oaks Mile)

The day was fading as the trio of travelers approached the gates of Seven Oaks. At the lead was a white-cloaked healer riding a frighteningly hardy-looking warmare. Both animal and rider seemed weary and irritable, despite the pleasant smile the healer kept plastered to his face.

By Nameless Cursed Elven Spectre (Irihi)

Sunday, August 16, 2009 - 9:49 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(OOC:

Will be offline for an undetermined amount of time. Hopefully will be able to post late Monday. Until I return, please continue to be haunted. Spooooky... )

By The Wandering Healer (Praetor)

Monday, August 17, 2009 - 1:22 am GMT | Edit | Link |

(OOC:

Roger that, Irihi. And no worries on the wedding, Sasha - as long as you had fun.)

By Black Sasha (Sasha_)

Monday, August 17, 2009 - 9:24 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Sasha dismounted, and lead Dinner through the gates. Now that they were coming into the city this would hardly slow their pace and she had no trouble keeping up. The mare snapped at her as she took the leads.

"Aye and aye, I'll be happy to see the last of yew too," she told the horse. Neither Lofis, nor the healer had been very talkative that day, not that there had been much opportunity traveling at those speeds, so Dinner had to suffice for conversation. Not for the first time Sasha appraised the broken down roan horse and wondered how it had managed the trip.

"I suppose we should find an Inn?" She walked between the healer and Lofis, speaking to both.

(TO:	the streets)

By Lofis (Viking)

Monday, August 17, 2009 - 10:00 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Coming up to the gates Lofis could not be happier at the sight of civilisation. He could taste the ale and ham already, before they had even gone through the gates to the city. He licked his lips as he dissmounted and pulled the reins of his horse.

"That sounds like the best idea I have heard in days! Lead on Sasha!" Lofis said with a grin.

(TO:
the streets)

By The Wandering Healer (Praetor)

Tuesday, August 18, 2009 - 5:47 am GMT | Edit | Link |

While his companions led their horses in, the strange healer remained mounted as he entered the city. His head lolled slightly to one side, lending a haphazardly crazed air to his cheerful, silent smile.

(TO:	The Streets)

By Nameless Cursed Elven Spectre (Irihi)

Sunday, August 23, 2009 - 6:54 am GMT | Edit | Link |

(FROM:

The Streets)

Though no necessity drove her to do so, the spectre retraced the route through which she had entered the city, wafting along the streets until she reached the main gates. The day was growing old and the last rays of the sun were blocked by the walls of Seven Oaks. In their shadows, the day's last travellers and perhaps one of the evening watch might swear to seeing an Elven woman dressed in white where there had not been anyone moments before. If they percieved her once, when they might chance to look again, she would be gone from sight.

By Nameless Cursed Elven Spectre (Irihi)

Monday, August 24, 2009 - 2:39 am GMT | Edit | Link |

The ghostly elfmaid drifted onward, still imperceptable to most mortal eyes.

(TO:	Via Ecclesia)

By Nameless Cursed Elven Spectre (Irihi)

Monday, September 14, 2009 - 5:18 am GMT | Edit | Link |

(FROM:

The Reclaimer's Road)

The moon had set and dawn was close to breaking when the Elfmaid approached the city gates. She had walked the reclaimer's road all night; twice actually, though she had no memory of her first passage; and she was tired. The night's trekking had given her time to think. She had felt much more composed since donning the gold ring. Concerns; such as where to find a place to stay, something to eat, somewhere to bathe; had become more real to her.

Not really sure what else to do, she joined the early-morning throng of produce carts headed from the outlying farms to the city markets.

(TO:	The Towne Square)

By Anonymous

Wednesday, September 23, 2009 - 3:25 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Saul the herbalist whistled to himself as he reached back to tighten the straps on his mount's saddlebags. It had been a good trip to Seven Oaks. With the end of the war in Terajin, the port town's recession was easing and there was much more call for his wares. In fact, he had traded away his last ounce of one of his more illicit herbs this morning in the harbor. He accepted Krownes or gold and the exquisitely-crafted ring the Hafling had offered was now safely tucked away in one of his rucksacks.

Passing through the gates he headed for the Lorimar. It was several days ride to Terajin and then onward to his hidden fields in the Channyfor.

(TO:	The Lorimar 16: The Seven Oaks Mile)

By The Curse of Seven Oaks (Irihi)

Wednesday, September 23, 2009 - 6:13 am GMT | Edit | Link |

(FROM:

The Harbor)

An invisible spectre wafted past guards and traffic at the city gates, drawn onward by a longing for an object taken from her.

(TO:	The Seven Oaks Mile)

By The Bitter ShaeFlawr (Sasha)

Thursday, December 31, 2009 - 8:27 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(FROM:

The Outskirts of Seven Oaks)

Sasha bit her lip as a comfortable silence settled. She was still excited beyond words, but hesitation continued to loom over her like a plague.

Yew are being ridiculous! A ShaeFlawr afraid to travel on top of water? What other choice have yew, swimming to the shrine?

For a reason unknown to her, Sasha decided that Terrance should know her worries. "This will sound like I am out of my mind," she began, "but I'm nervous to sail. I feel as though I would rather swim than ride a ship." Sasha paused and just laughed. "I sound silly, don't I? Once one of the merfolk, now afraid to travel on water.

"Have yew ever sailed? What is it like?"

By Seven Oaks (City_guard)

Thursday, December 31, 2009 - 10:55 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

As the travelers approached the gate, several of the loitering guardsmen moved to block their passage.

By Terrance, Dark Swordsman (Terrance)

Saturday, January 2, 2010 - 11:04 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Terrance remained silent as Sasha expressed her fears. To be completely honest, it did sound a bit silly, given her affinity to water. Frowning, he tried to think of the best way to reassure her.

"Oft times new experiences can be unsettling. Once we start yer training, yew'll be too busy to be nervous."

He started to tell of his own voyages overseas but as the pair neared the gates, he saw the guardsmen blocking the road into the city. Terrance moved his horse forward, until he was ten paces from the guards.

"Gentlemen, my companion and I are here to book passage on a ship at the harbour. May we pass?"

By Seven Oaks (City_guard)

Sunday, January 3, 2010 - 12:10 am GMT | Edit | Link |

One of the guardsmen stepped forward, his uniform subtly different than the others in minor ways...

"Give us evidence of yer intentions, and most assuredly yew may pass unmolested."

By The Bitter ShaeFlawr (Sasha)

Sunday, January 3, 2010 - 11:11 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Sasha set her face as stone. Suspicion arose quickly, for she did not remember others having to answer to guards before entering the city. Perhaps some new law had been enforced, she supposed. However, she remained unsettled.

"Unmolested" Sasha's gut churned at the word choice, for she had seen her share of such conduct and was in no mood for more. Ever.

Pretending to scratch an itch on her ankle, Sasha felt for her dagger and slipped it into her sleeve. What evidence could we have to show intentions of sailing? She tried to think quickly. Dare she act as a threat or should she remain silent?

She would simply ask her question. "What evidence could we provide as proof?"

By Seven Oaks (City_guard)

Monday, January 4, 2010 - 3:12 am GMT | Edit | Link |

The guardsman who had asked the initial question responded to hers with a slight sneer...
"Generally, those boarding a ship know the name of it.
_ Sometimes they have papers or letters of correspondence with the vessel's captain.
_ But if yew have none of these..."
The posture of the guardsmen behind him shifted slightly, all eyes were on them now.

By Terrance, Dark Swordsman (Terrance)

Monday, January 4, 2010 - 1:37 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

"If we have none of these...what then?" Terrance replied, glaring back at the guardsmen. "We've only just arrived and have not yet acquired our travel papers, nor have we yet determined which vessel to arrange passage upon. Yew have no grounds to deny us entry into the city. Now move aside."

He began to urge his horse forward, one hand on the hilt of his sword. Terrance made no attempt to hide the latter.

"And I warn yew...lay a hand on either one of us and I'll remove it." He snapped.

By Seven Oaks (City_guard)

Monday, January 4, 2010 - 9:17 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

The leading guard appeared a little uncomfortable as he sized up Terrance and his companion... He turned to the guardsman nearest him and mumbled something inaudible, which that guardsman appeared to pass along to the others.

"Typically this is not the way of things, but neither of yew has the appearance of scallywags, assassins, nor thieves.
_ But we'll be watching yew."

The last was stated with a pointed finger that quickly became a jerk toward the gate with his thumb, lest Terrance get an idea to remove the finger.
The guardsmen stepped aside warily, hands on sword hilts...

While in the shadows, a hooded figure appeared to be examining a small glass orb.

By The Bitter ShaeFlawr (Sasha)

Tuesday, January 5, 2010 - 3:43 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Sasha rode abreast Terrance's horse, her heart continuing to pound after the encounter. What had happened to Seven Oaks that the guards were so supicious of two riders? She clutched her dagger even tighter and rode tall, doing her best to appear strong but not quite a threat.

"Savory fellows, were they not?" she said quietly to her companion. "Suddenly a ship is not so intimidating afterall. And I am certainly more ready than ever for those lessons in archery."

Sasha shook her firey mane, clearing her mind of the encounter. "Now then, off to the ship?"

By Terrance, Dark Swordsman (Terrance)

Tuesday, January 5, 2010 - 7:52 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

As quickly as the tension within Terrance had appeared, it vanished. He relaxed his posture and the intensity in his eyes softened.

"My thanks, sir." He nodded politely to the lead guard and glanced as Sasha. "Let's be off."

Waiting until they had passed the guards, Terrance whispered in reply. "Aye, we head for the harbour next. Suddenly I don't like the atmosphere in Seven Oaks. Best to be away from here."

As Sasha and Terrance entered the city, the young man glanced back, not at the guards but beyond them. He sensed someone...or something...besides the city guards watching them. He did not linger, lest the mood of the guards turn even more sour, but it made him feel uneasy. The sensation passed as they passed the first buildings, and he attributed the strange feeling to nerves.

He led Sasha down the cobblestone streets, towards the waterfront...

(OOC:

To Seven Oaks Harbour)

By The Bitter ShaeFlawr (Sasha)

Wednesday, January 6, 2010 - 7:17 am GMT | Edit | Link |

(TO:	Seven Oaks Harbor)

By Elvin Seamstress Wuu'Faan Liewuun (Faan)

Thursday, July 22, 2010 - 2:48 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(FROM:

The Caravan Staging Grounds)

Wuu�Faan weaved her way through the foot traffic approaching and departing Seven Oaks with a bit more weave than way. More than once, she found herself apologizing for an unintended bump or jostle. She might have had some cause for concern when she found herself begging pardon of a donkey cart, but she was in too good a mood to worry.

By Anonymous

Friday, July 23, 2010 - 6:13 am GMT | Edit | Link |

One of the terminally-bored guardsmen manning the gates noticed the unsteady progress of the Elf and nudged his partner. "Over there. Looks like she's 'avin a good time. Lets us see if we kin show her a better one." He grinned and moved to block Wuu'Faan's passage. "Hold up there, Missy. Let's 'ave a look at yer..." A bit of leering crept into his smile as he looked the pretty Elfmaid up and down, "...papers."

"Wot's this 'we' stuff?" Grumbled the other guard, but he gamely shifted his polearm and stepped forward.

By Elvin Seamstress Wuu'Faan Liewuun (Faan)

Friday, July 23, 2010 - 7:15 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Wuu�Faan, distracted and now quite in the grip of the intoxicating ale, bumped squarely into the gate guard as he moved to block her way. It was a rather rude shock to suddenly find herself faced with the leering heavily-armed Uman. Her good mood evaporated like smoke as she repeated the man�s words confusedly. �P-Papers? Do I need papers?� Neither guardsman was particularly tall for their race, and Faan actually towered over them a bit, but to her they seemed enormous, and angry, and scary.

Her mind raced, and not a terribly rational race at that. How was she to know she needed documents to enter Seven Oaks? Her mother had never mentioned such a thing. Two days prior she had entered without harassment. Would the just let her leave if she had no papers? Who would feed Herman if she did not return and pay for another night? How long would Robespierre stand watch before his threads failed? What if they didn�t let her go?

Faan�s hand drifted to where her work gloves were tucked into her belt, and the touch of the rough leather brought on a whole new slew of even less-rational thinking. What good was the crushing strength of the enchanted glove, now? Couldn�t she go just two days without ever more fighting and bloodshed? It might have been just a simple challenge, but the drink in her threatened to cause the Elfmaid to wildly overreact. She turned a very pale shade, and she was not an Elf of light complexion. �I-I didn�t bring any p-papers when I left this morning�� She had meant to speak quietly and calmly, but it came out as more of a wail.

By Gillen Pa'el, Sylvan Woodsman (Gillen)

Friday, July 23, 2010 - 4:09 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Another Elf came up behind Wuu'Faan and stood, as if lining up in queue to be addressed by the guards once she was done with them. He didn't utter a word; he merely stood, watching, Watching, and using his stature and facial expression to make certain the guard knew he was watching. If Wuu'Faan should happen to notice him, as well, she'd likely recognize a familiar face.

(OOC:

may i join yew?)

By Elvin Seamstress Wuu'Faan Liewuun (Faan)

Friday, July 23, 2010 - 10:17 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(OOC:

Very glad to have yew return! I'll be gone for 2-3 days, but after that expect a big welcome!)

By Anonymous

Sunday, July 25, 2010 - 1:05 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

The guard who had challenged Faan instantly regretted his decision. He watched the girl�s pleasant smile vanish almost as fast as the color drained from her face. He feared she might fall into a swoon, but he was not so lucky and in a moment she was bawling to beat the band. The papers trick was a favorite of the guardsmen looking to liven up a dull watch by demanding something no normal traveler would have unless it were a time of war, when the city gates would be down and the way barred to anyone without the right letters. It was usually good for a bit of sport, before they let the sufficiently-harassed peddler or merchant on their way. Not today though, it seemed. �A�right, a�right. Don� lose yer head about it. Just be on yer way, then.� He jerked a thumb toward town, feeling his face redden under the stares of the passer-bys and the other guardsmen. Reaching forward, he tried to take the distraught Elfmaid�s arm to hurry her on her way through the gate. �C�mon now, step lively, yer holdin� up traffic.� He noted a que forming behind the girl, and hoped he wouldn�t have to deal with the next in line. Unlike his first victim, the Elf behind Faan was bigger, obviously armed, and obviously not pleased at being delayed.

This is why he hated gate duty. The second guard took two quick steps back and resumed his position at the gate, trying to pretend he was a statue. Half the gate traffic was now paying attention to the scene the Elfmaid was making, as well as a rather rough-looking customer of the girl�s own kind who had come up right behind her, and he spied the other two guardsmen across the way watching the event unfold with unmasked glee at his partner�s predicament.

By Elvin Seamstress Wuu'Faan Liewuun (Faan)

Monday, July 26, 2010 - 1:31 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Too much drink, it seemed, made Faan stupid as well as overly-emotional. She stood there uncomprehendingly, as if rooted to the spot. �Wha-what? But didn�t yew say�?� In her confusion, Faan�s voice only grew louder and more quavery. Where did this horrible, mean man want her to go? Was there somewhere inside the gate where she could state her business and get documents?

It was not that Faan had no experience with drink or lecherous men or those who abused their authority, but she had been caught off-guard by all three in a moment of weakness in a strange and confusing environment. She wondered why it was always the guardsmen who hated her so. That thought reminded her of Hunt�s End, which in turn reminded her of meeting Gillen for the first time, and that pretty much erased any shred of composure left in the Elfmaid. When the guardsman grabbed her, she mistook his intention. Crying, �I�m not going anywhere with yew! Let go of me!� she reached for her work gloves with her free hand.

To anyone else, the disturbance might appear an amusing misunderstanding compounded by inebriation, but in reality the situation was rapidly growing deadly. Should Faan wriggle a hand into her enchanted gauntlet, even a light slap might be enough to remove the guardsman�s head from his shoulders. No one would realize the danger the guardsman had put himself in save Faan and perhaps the Sylvan Elf standing behind her whom she had not yet noticed.

By Gillen Pa'el, Sylvan Woodsman (Gillen)

Monday, July 26, 2010 - 11:26 am GMT | Edit | Link |

"He's merely making sport," the tall Sylvan said, his words clearly directed to Wuu'Faan. "Don't let it worry yew. Move on, now; he said yew're free to go . . ." While the Elf had not noted anything peculiar about the maiden and her pair of gloves, he had seen her effort to struggle. He had seen enough from the guard, as well, to know that he was not impressed with the man's behaviour. And while he was convinced the guardsman had meant no more than to tease the Elfmaid, there was never any call for manhandling. He stepped nearer, perhaps simply to shoulder his own way through the bottleneck, or perhaps to assist the other Elf out of whatever mess she'd gotten herself into.

By Elvin Seamstress Wuu'Faan Liewuun (Faan)

Tuesday, July 27, 2010 - 2:44 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Faan�s hand fell away from her gloves at the sound of a familiar voice behind her. She turned toward the newcomer and her hand flew to cover her mouth. �Oh!� She exclaimed in a very small voice. She felt her knees go weak as she took in the familiar visage she thought she would never see again.

Faan�s mouth snapped shut, her lips pressed into a thin bloodless line, and she turned a bit redder than she already was. With her free hand, she made a grab at Gillen�s wrist and did her best to tow him through the city gate with uncharacteristic strength, though characteristic determination.

It was only once they were through the gate and out of the flow of traffic (assuming liberties allowed) that Faan turned again to the woodsman and let out the breath she had been holding. Actually, she first tried to throw her arms around the Sylvan�s neck, bury her face in his chest, and only then would she let out an explosive sob. �I thought I had lost yew.� Her voice was a choked whisper. Then, with her arms around Gillen�s neck, she might let her knees buckle briefly as she shook like a leaf in the wind.

But she was not shaky or rubber-kneed for overlong. Just until she could draw breath and maybe speak again without breaking down.

The day was still young, but Faan's composure was gone. She looked a wreck with reddened blotchy face, mussed hair, dust from the caravan grounds, and the smell of drink hanging about her.

By Gillen Pa'el, Sylvan Woodsman (Gillen)

Tuesday, July 27, 2010 - 3:34 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Whatever reaction the Sylvan had been expecting, if anything, it hadn't been this. By the time he had looked back over either shoulder to see whom it was Wuu'Faan was addressing, she had him by the arm, and was tugging him into the streets beyond the gate. He was surprised enough, and the situation seemed harmless enough, that he went -- though as he did, he was rather certain he'd caught the scent of cheap ale about the Elfmaid.

If the tugging had surprised him, however, he was downright shocked by what happened next. In the split second it took him to determine he was being clung to, rather than attacked, a dozen thoughts crossed his mind. This Elfmaid, whoever she was, knew him, evidently liked him, and just might have some answers to the questions he'd been asking himself for the past few days. Likewise, she was lovely, despite her current condition, and he was sorely tempted to return her hug. But, considering the way she'd just reacted to the guardsman's touch, he let his arms hang at his sides while she did the clinging.

Then again, there was that odor of ale about her, more strongly noticeable now that she'd spoken close to his face. Perhaps she did not know him at all. Perhaps she was merely . . . confused.

And yet, the Elf did not think so. He believed in fate, and it seemed that fate had put him here, in this place and at this time. It was funny, he thought. His belief system was intact, even if his recollections were not. Regardless, he was not about to let this opportunity slip out of his hands. He looked into the Elfmaid's eyes and gave her his most disarming smile. "I, ah, take it we've met?" he asked.

By Elvin Seamstress Wuu'Faan Liewuun (Faan)

Wednesday, July 28, 2010 - 6:10 am GMT | Edit | Link |

�Wha� what?� Faan stammered, taken aback by Gillen�s strange reaction. She rubbed the tears from her eyes and squinted at the Sylvan, the alcohol convincing her that there was some possibility she had possibly mistaken the tall Elf. But no, this was Gillen. She was not mistaken. �Y-yew don�t remember� me?� She asked, querulously. �Gillen, it�s me; Faan!� Now she made another grab for his arm, missed, and grabbed again, this time urging him to bend down so she could inspect his scalp for signs of trauma with the bold directness of inebriation. �Are yew hurt? Did yew hit yer head?�

�What do yew remember?�

By Gillen Pa'el, Sylvan Woodsman (Gillen)

Thursday, July 29, 2010 - 12:47 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Gillen.... Faan..... He repeated the unfamiliar names silently, sampling their flavour as they rolled off his tongue. He'd hardly a chance to consider whether there was any naturalness in pronouncing them, however, when the Elfmaid -- Faan -- came after him again. "No, no, I'm not hurt," he said hurriedly, ere she pulled his hair, adding "Not upon my head, anyway." He was thinking of a series of stitches on his arm, the cut place well-healed, and the thread needing to be removed. But Faan was likely far more interested in his memory, or lack thereof, than in a few small stitches beneath his sleeve. "I was, ah . . ."

The Sylvan hesitated. He felt a little foolish, explaining to a perfect stranger, but he supposed Faan was a stranger only from his perspective. He was convinced she knew him, despite the fact that she seemed a little drunk. Bit early in the day for it, he thought, but her condition was not the topic at hand, and he didn't know her well enough to broach the subject. At least he didn't know if he did . . .

Confusing himself with his own train of thought, he went on with what he'd been about to say. There wasn't any harm in confessing the problem, and there was always the possibility this Faan might have a solution. "I think I was, ah, enchanted." That wasn't exactly the best word for what had happened; there had been nothing enchanting about it. "Look," Gillen began, glancing about. "Let's find a place to sit and talk for a few minutes. Maybe someplace that sells a good, strong cup of tea."

By Elvin Seamstress Wuu'Faan Liewuun (Faan)

Thursday, July 29, 2010 - 4:22 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Wuu�Faan bit her lip and nodded. It hurt that Gillen had not recognized her, and continued to act as though they were strangers, but�as he had said�he was ensorcelled and was not being purposefully cruel. Besides, his appearance whole and healthy had elevated her mood greatly, and she would not be brought down by a little thing like a memory-hiding curse. �Okay, follow me.� She might otherwise have hesitated, but again a suppression of her mores caused her to reacquire the Sylvan�s hand as she lead him toward the Inn, for it was the only enclosed and somewhat quiet space she knew in town.

(TO:	The Seven Oaks Inn)

By Gillen Pa'el, Sylvan Woodsman (Gillen)

Thursday, July 29, 2010 - 10:52 am GMT | Edit | Link |

(OOC:

in tow, to the Seven Oaks Inn)

By Rachel Swift Tail "Rachel" (Rachel)

Wednesday, November 3, 2010 - 9:47 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Approaching the main gates to the city Rachel let a light sigh as she held her coin purse in the palm of her hand�it clearly being much to light buy passage on a ship. She was already irritable knowing she was going to have to spend some time in the Seven Oaks, know realizing she was going to be well short on funds did not help her demeanor. Such financial problems should not have been a surprise to her, it had been a good wile since she last found work, replacing her coin purse onto her belt she again let a sigh, �perhaps I�ll be able to find work on a ship in exchange for passage?� Rachel mumbled simply thinking out loud.

Pulling on the hood of her cloak she made shore it hid her face even in the mid days sun, she hoped no to attract the attention of the guards�not that she was wanted or had a price on her head, she simply didn�t wish to speak to anyone at the moment.

By Rachel Swift Tail (Rachel)

Wednesday, November 3, 2010 - 10:09 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

By Anonymous

Wednesday, November 3, 2010 - 10:28 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

�Halt! What be yew business in the Seven Oaks� one of a pair of guards said a firm voice as he positioned himself in the path of the well armed cloaked figure, his eyes narrowed as he looked over the figure, something about them did not sit right with the man, it was not odd to see armed individuals entering the town, the Lorimar Road could be a dangerous at times, it was something unseen that frayed the man�s nerves as the figure approached.

By Rachel Swift Tail (Rachel)

Wednesday, November 3, 2010 - 10:32 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

A sneer formed on Rachel face as a guard blocked her path, she let a slight grown showing her irritation as the man spoke, �I!� she paused lifting her head so as to make eye contact with the individual, �am in look for work, as well passage aboard a ship� her voice reflecting the irritation shown on her face, �is there a problem?�

By Anonymous

Wednesday, November 3, 2010 - 10:39 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

The guard did not care much for the demeanor of whom he now presumed a young woman, yet in truth he had no resign to halt her progress, her business was common place, and other than seeming in a bad mood she had not shown any aggression. �We guards do take to trouble makers, watch yer footing while in city walls�� the guard replied while eyeing the young girl with suspicious eyes.

By Rachel Swift Tail (Rachel)

Wednesday, November 3, 2010 - 10:44 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Rachel held her tongue, she would have licked to share a few more words with the troublesome guard, though she had no plans of ending up in the cities dungeons. Walking around the guard she made her way passed the main gait and to the city�s streets.

(TO:	Streets of Seven Oaks)

By Anonymous

Wednesday, December 8, 2010 - 12:42 am GMT | Edit | Link |

A furious gale was about to break over Seven Oaks, that much was clear. It being peacetime, the gate was open though the road was empty, travellers wise and foolish having already taken shelter.

Still, the city guard stood at their posts bedecked in foul-weather gear. It was unlikely, however, that they'd stir from their protected alcoves for anything less than a full-blown catastrophe.

By Zaiya the Scorpion (Zaiya)

Wednesday, December 8, 2010 - 2:27 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(FROM:

Lorimar Road: Seven Oaks Mile)

Wrapping her thin desert cloak around her to try and keep out the worst of the wind, Zaiya approached the strange gates of the strange city. The walls were built of a type of stone she had never seen before, and were so tall and wide that it seemed a man could walk on top of them. Strange. Her godbells sang mournfully, whipped around her neck and face in the worsening breeze, but she barely heard them, her every nerve riveted on the unfamiliar situation before her. There were guards with weapons and armor. That, in itself, did not trouble her. She had sharpened her knives on others like them before and sent them, screaming, to the god, but there were many of them and this was different. In Udur, she had never been allowed outside of the barracks compound alone, and so there had always been someone else there to deal with the guards if they needed dealing with. Now she had only the god to smooth her way and she did not know the protocol.

Still, it would not do to appear indecisive. Indecisiveness signaled weakness, and weakness would alert the guards that she had something to hide. Besides, she needed some basic information about where she was. She chose the first guard to meet her gaze, and walked directly up to him, her back erect, her shoulders squared, and her red eyes defying him to make an issue of her presence.

"What place?", she asked, pointing through the gates into the nearly vacant streets beyond.

By not me (Yu)

Wednesday, December 8, 2010 - 3:01 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

City Guardsman Maybe not... nope. The lone traveler out in the storm was definitely coming his way. The guardsman sighed and stepped out into the rain as the newcomer spoke haltingly in heavily accented common.

"Yew've reached The Freeport of Seven Oaks, traveler. So long as yer not 'ere ta cause trouble, yer free ta enter." And get out of the gawddamned rain, you bloody lunatic. the guard added silently. What was it about these storms that always seemed to bring out the crazies? This one was certainly no exception with weirdly-hued eyes and skin so full of marks she looked as though she'd recently had a swim in an ink pond.

If the traveler continued on, the guardsman would happily back into his somewhat sheltered post. If she stayed, a second guardsman stationed at this side of the gate would reluctantly roust himself to see what this newcomer was on about. Both kept their pikes shouldered, but both were seasoned hands at gate duty and recognized a fighter when they saw one.

By Zaiya the Scorpion (Zaiya)

Wednesday, December 8, 2010 - 4:50 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Zaiya nodded, sharply, though the meaning of the guard's words were far from clear. "Free" and "seven", she understood. Free meant not owned by someone else, seven was the counting word for one hand and two, but what was a "port" or an "oak"? What she did understand was that the guard was annoyed to be standing in the rain, as if it were not such a wondrous thing, water falling from the sky in such peculiar abundance. Clearly, the great gifts of the god were wasted on these people, though she had to admit that the rain and her sodden godbraids and clothes did little to improve the chill that had enveloped her since she had found herself in this place.

It was not her concern to teach them better, though. Since they seemed willing to let her pass, she moved on, breaking into a lope as she entered the streets, looking for somewhere she could find warmth and food.

(TO:	Streets of Seven Oaks)

By Gagandjigitage son of Wassakwaigaso (Silvertip)

Friday, March 30, 2012 - 5:46 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Silvertip awoke early, as was his custom, and left Seven Oaks Inn. The streets were still dark and nearly empty as his picked his way along a cobblestone road toward the town�s gates. He hoped the town guard would not again give him trouble, although the wolvian gathered they would be happier to see him go than come. He was on his way to see the vicar and prepare for a hunt. Although his skills had not been asked for by the Baron�s haughty huntsman, they�d be needed to be sure. And if the fates were with him, he�d earn enough to purchase the scrolls his elders requested and he could return home.

(OOC:

From Seven Oaks Inn to Outskirts of Seven Oaks: Outlying Farms & Residences)

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