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As yew approach the front gate of the grand City of Terajin, yew see a sign that reads,

"The gates to the city are open to the public. All are welcome in the greatest merchant city of all the lands. Sell yer wares, sell yer friends but never sell yer soul. Come often, bring yer gold and goods. Enjoy the dark side or the light side of the great city. Enjoy yer stay."

The gate is guarded night and day, but the gates sit open during daylight hours and few are hassled by the guards there.

A large bell is visible on the wall (and in many other places in the city), and serves as an alarm to warn city guards of trouble.

A sign which is nailed to the gate, reads in large red letters, No Dragons Allowed.

A ballista sits on the wall on either side of the gates. These ballista are always manned in addition to the other guards stationed at the gates.

Glowballs, or Glowspheres, depending on how sophisticated one wishes to sound, come out at night. These are simple yet long duration spells manifesting themselves as pumpkin-sized floating balls of light. Most were pure white, but others had color: yellow, azure, green and red were the most common. This one thing, the Glowballs, was the one most responsible for stamping the New Terajin with the label of City of Wizards. The Glowballs illuminate the Gate area quite well, even in the dark of night.

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By Clockwork (Giant)

Thursday, November 29, 2007 - 10:40 pm GMT Edit | Link |

(OOC:

No worries - yew've given me a brilliant idea!

Also, yew've started a bit of a side-tangent conversation - look in the OOC Area for some comments.

Also (also), we'll just drop the Giant in the hole with the rest of them, and go with that.

Anyway . . .)



What remained of the Army was churned underneath the gates, until it was spat like inedible gristle onto the streets of the Merchant's City.

(TO:

There! High-ho Clockwork, away!)


By hawk lanceilot (Hawk)

Wednesday, January 30, 2008 - 10:46 pm GMT Edit | Link |

Hawk took one final look into his birth town as the (new) doors slammed shut in his face, this was the end of his Terajin story...and from this point it was the start of a new life...NO it was the start of Hawks destiny blank pages from her on in.


Hawk reached down into his pouch and pulled out a fresh Krowne "right Hawk" he said to himself.

"Stamps I go north, flats south".

The coin spun high in the air turning many times before dropping to hawks feet where it danced for a second before finally stopping.

"South it is then".

Hawk being an orphan had no understanding or comprehension of the size of or layout of Aniada.

He was also able to carry all his worldely possessions in a cloth on stick so unknown to hawk he would have to find some more provisions before he reached seven oaks...

With a last sigh he started to head south along The Lorimar Road.

..(ooc. To Merchants Walk)

By Baron (Klyburn)

Monday, February 25, 2008 - 1:51 am GMT Edit | Link |

The Great Gate and the roadway leading to it were repaired the next day.

A lot of the menial work was performed, of course, by slave labor, especialy by orcs.

There was a conspicuously large presence of representatives of the Wizards Guild, providing both direction and Magick Power to aid in the process of demolition, cleanup and construction.

The damaged Gate itself was repaired on-sight by a group of three Wizards, working together.

But the most conspicuous of all changes were the Glowballs, or Glowspheres, depending on how sophisticated one wishes to sound. These were simple but long duration spells manifesting themselves as pumpkin-sized floating balls of light. They came out at dusk and disappeared at dawn and did a very thorough job of illuminating the area of the Gate, and even near-by, during the hours of darkness. Most were pure white, but others had color: yellow, azure, green and red were the most common. This one thing, the Glowballs, or Glowspheres, was the one most responsible for stamping the New Terajin with the label of City of Wizards.

By Young not so amiable Uman (Colt)

Friday, May 2, 2008 - 9:10 am GMT Edit | Link |

(OOC:

from: The Terajin Mile)



It was nearing dusk when Colt finally approached the gates. He'd had to pick up the pace a little to reach the gates before nightfall otherwise he knew he'd be camping outside rather than inside. That was going to be the problem though. He didn't have any coin on him and he was clearly dusty from the journey, travel-worn and weary. Where was he going to stay and would they take exception if he happened to find a cosy alley somewhere and bedded down for the night? There was only one way to find out and that was to head inside.

By Young not so amiable Uman (Colt)

Monday, May 5, 2008 - 11:46 am GMT Edit | Link |

Yet Colt was hesitant to enter. He was uncomfortable in a crowd, let alone a city but in the end, he steeled himself against the tension he knew would come and headed towards the gates, eyeing the ballista before he lost sight of them as he walked through the gates. He would be one of the last, if not the last, to enter the city before the gates were closed for the night.

(OOC:

to The Streets of Terajin City)


By Anonymous

Tuesday, May 6, 2008 - 4:16 am GMT Edit | Link |

The guards on duty stared at, but did not challange, Colt as he made his way through the Gates.

"Allright, boys, that was the last one today, close 'er down!", came a shout soon thereafter. The heavy porticolis ground down to close the Gate's passageway.

By  (Elderly, Retired, Magicks Professor) (Vera)

Monday, August 4, 2008 - 4:53 pm GMT Edit | Link |

(FROM:

The Streets)



Vera made her way slowly towards the main city gate with Norman following closely behind. As she moved her thoughts drifted by like shooting stars, very bright, but quickly gone. She could not forget the sense of urgency to leave the city, though at the moment she could not remember why.

There's a giant coming! I've got to leave the city . . . shooting star.

I must go visit my sick grandmother . . . shooting star.

The Fey child needs me . . . shooting star.

A comet is going to destroy the city . . . shooting star.

So many thoughts, yet she was unable to hold on to one. She paused for a moment on her staff and looked down at Norman. He stopped as well and stared up at her curiously. She knew she didn't think right and most times it didn't bother her. Life was too interesting to worry about such things. But this, she knew, was more important and for once she felt . . . and the thought was gone.

She stood there for several minutes, her mind resetting. Finally, she blinked and started forward again.

Norman, happily began to follow her again.

(TO:

The Terajin Mile)


By Surface-Raised Drow (Scotia)

Saturday, August 23, 2008 - 3:08 am GMT Edit | Link |

As the wagon pressed on through the open gates, Scotia found herself worrying about Zeelin. The rangeress had seemed distant and anxious ever since the insubstantial incident, and while Scotia had certainly seen her unhappy, she had seldom seen her so... distant.

The drow chewed on her lip. Part of her wished she could talk, but she had no idea what she might say even if she could.

By Anonymous

Saturday, August 23, 2008 - 4:35 am GMT Edit | Link |

"Halt!"

A guardsman shouted and another stood in the way of the wagon that Scotia was in. A spear in one hand, he took hold of the reins with the other, as his buddy approached the driver from the side.

"Watchoo got in there, fella? Slaves? Gold? Spices? Ye don' mind if I takes a looksie, do ya?"

By Surface-Raised Drow (Scotia)

Saturday, August 23, 2008 - 2:52 pm GMT Edit | Link |

Scotia hugged her legs against her chest as the guardsmen approached.

Authority figures made her uncomfortable in general, and it hadn't been so long ago that she'd been running from Terajin's authorities, when the battle had still been on and some of them had suspected her involvement on the sole basis of her race.

Hopefully, these would not be the same men, or at least they would be unable to tell one drow from another. If not... Scotia tucked her face between her knees from the nose down. The less they saw of her, the less likely they would be to make a connection.

By Cian Adair - Blind Singer of the Winds (Cian)

Tuesday, August 26, 2008 - 3:40 pm GMT Edit | Link |

"Of course yew c'n take a look," replied the blind man that leaned forward beside Zeelin, "but be sure to look and see only with yer eyes, yeah? The girls scare easy and I'd be the only man to calm 'em down. They're all I have." A hand spread, showing nothing to hide or proove, and gestured to what remained of the van. Raw and empty as Zeelin had left it after her mad search.

By Anonymous

Wednesday, August 27, 2008 - 6:42 am GMT Edit | Link |

"Huh?" The guard made a stupid face and scratched his head, trying to decipher the meaning of 'looking only with eyes'. Then he figured it out, "Oh... yeah, sure..." He glanced around the van, squinting here and there and at 'the girls', then went back to the driver. "Ehh... what's yer business here in Terajin, anyhow? Yew ain't traders nor slavers, sure ain't farmers... yew live here? Know somebody here? Don't even try lyin' to me, we got the Wizards' magick now... 're-inforcin... eh... security and prosperity of the city'". That last bit was obviously a line the man had memorized to the point of being able to repeat successfully two out of three times.

By Arleen (An_albino_satyroi)

Friday, August 29, 2008 - 12:44 am GMT Edit | Link |

Arleen thought about the last time that she walked threw the same gates hopefully this visit will go better. Arleen took a deep breath.
“Umm... we are just stopping for a little wile as we are passing by.”
Arleen hoped that would do.

By Anonymous

Friday, August 29, 2008 - 6:15 am GMT Edit | Link |

(OOC:

would be nice if someone wrote a little description of what yer party looks like... as it is, I'll have to make some guesstimates)


The guard squinted his eyes and nodded to himself, "Aha, aha... I hear yew. Just 'stopping by', eh... no, 'passing by', that's it. So, that means yew don' live here, eh? And yew don' know nobody here, eh? I ain't never seen a blind man, a satiroy and two drow travelin' together like this before. Yew gots no particlar business here in the city? Just stopping by, eh? No particlar business, izzat so?"

What a wonderful diversion this wierd bunch turned out to be. The dulldrum of the Gate was enough to drive a man to drinking, so this was a very welcom respite, very welcome indeed. And who knows, it's a short step from 'weird' to 'undesirable' or even 'dangerous'... There might be a pat on the back and a free beer for him in all of this. Or... if these had any brains left, a silver or two. It was way past coppers.

The guardsman scratched his chin, "Hmmm... I think it's best iffn' yewse pull over there by the wall so we can search yer wagon. Eh?"

By Surface-Raised Drow (Scotia)

Friday, August 29, 2008 - 6:34 am GMT Edit | Link |

(OOC:

Guessing a little bit here, myself, but trying to accommodate.)



Zeelin, still at the reigns in the body of a drow, had seemed incredibly shaken ever since they'd reunited with Cian and Arleen, and Scotia could hardly imagine she could take this well. Even the fact that she wasn't speaking up spoke ill -- she was usually the first to handle the group's interactions with others.

Now it seemed Cian was taking that mantle, and she could hardly reckon what that would mean. The man was an enigma to her, and she couldn't fathom the way his mind worked. He didn't make her uncomfortable, as such, but neither did he do much to the contrary. What would it mean if he spoke for them?

Still, sitting next to her, Arleen seemed willing to lower her flute and speak for them, as much as she could. It was strange to think of her doing so, really. She had always seemed nearly as reactionary as Scotia was, herself, if perhaps a bit stronger and more adaptable.

The drow rubbed one of her bandaged hands anxiously against her calves, burying her nose deeper between her legs. They were going to do a search.

Scotia whimpered.

By A Troubled, Well mannered,Scared Drow (Amras)

Monday, September 1, 2008 - 7:29 pm GMT Edit | Link |

(FROM:

The Terajin Mile)



Amras was now walking quickly, it was fairly bright out and he was a bit dazed and as such only saw the commotion at the gate before he could try and turn around. For he knew that in cities like this the only real reason a wagon would be stopped was because someone thought the party using it was suspicious enough to check it out.

This did not bode well for him slipping quietly into the city, guards tended to become more alert when there was suspicion of trouble, because they hoped that there might be something in it for them if trouble arose or criminals were found, and alert guards meant they'd see a lone Drow moving into the gates.

All Amras could do was slow down his pace a bit and hope none of the guards thought much about a lone Drow walking into the city. He didn't want any commotion or violence, and he was already starting to fear what the guards might do.
Hopefully if he was lucky he could just walk into the city and no one would be the wiser that there was a scared Drow magician in the streets of Terajin.

So he tried to make sure that he didn't look like he was trying to avoid the guards and that he wasn't hesitating when he entered the gates. He sighed to himself, and Amras knew that he was afraid, he tried to stop it, knowing that appearing afraid or hesitant would draw suspicion and make him appear guilty. But he couldn't help it, he hated talking to people who could very possibly persecute him becuase of prejudice, and even though he had known both persecution and prejudice for many years he still became slightly afraid when confronted with the possibility of it.

So Amras shook himself, mustered his courage, took a deep breath and walked with the crowd into the gates. As he did so he thought...

'Another day, another adventure in my life, *Sigh* I hope it goes better than the last one.'

(OOC:

Well, It seems that Amras will be meeting the party sooner than I anticipated, but hey this will should be a good way to meet up with the group.)


By Anonymous

Monday, September 1, 2008 - 8:47 pm GMT Edit | Link |

Guard #1, who was holding the reins of the wagon's horses, pointed out Amras to guard #2, who was giving the wagon's occupants a hard time: "Ivan! Check it out! Another drow! Think they're together?"

Ivan's eyes searched out Amras, following his buddy's pointing finger. "Hey, yew! Drow! Come over here! Yes, yes, yew!", Ivan yelled at Amras and motioned with his arm for the drow to 'come over here'. "Lessee what the story is here..." he muttered under his breath and winked at guard #1. Guard #1 smirked back knowingly. This was fun, and possibly more coppers to squeeze out of these good-for-nothings.

By Cian Adair - Blind Singer of the Winds (Cian)

Tuesday, September 2, 2008 - 4:56 am GMT Edit | Link |

Such petty annoyances, these little beings whose days came and went by the flowing tide of Uman and Umanoid feet. The smell of people was everywhere, and like a curtain to muffle the low light, the scent of old soot, old fear, and uncertainty. Cian shrugged, sighed, and breathed deep. So many people, so many complications.

Within, he tired, but without, he only grinned, fiery brows rising above red cloth. Chuckled deep. Turned to the guard closest, absent eyes fixated, lips laughing. "If yew want a story, I can gift yew one, if I weren't wary of taking yew from yer duty for too long."

By Anonymous

Tuesday, September 2, 2008 - 5:21 am GMT Edit | Link |

Ivan's attention was jerked back to the wagon's driver... the blind man! Now his ire was up as he definitely felt he wasn't getting the respect he deserved. Mainly because the blind man's phrased his words in such a way that left him feeling like there was a hidden meaning he wasn't smart enough to get, and that it was done deliberately so to ridicule him. But Ivan was no novice guardsman and knew exactly how to deal with this sort. Experience counts.

The guardsman smiled evilly, "Well, now, it's a gift, now, ain't it? How kind of ya, Good Sir." 'Course lying to official inquiry is a crime, and there is a special fine for being a wise arse, he thought to himself, but did not say it outloud, deciding to spring it on the chap after he'd come up with whatever lies he was going to come up with. "Dag, yew take them over by the wall and start 'im talking, I'll join yew right back with that one there", he indicated Amras with a nod.

Dag, holding the horses' reins with one hand and his spear with the other, gave a knowing nod and started leading the team out of traffic to a shady place by the wall next to the gate house. Several other guardsmen could be seen lounging around there.

By A Troubled, Well mannered,Scared Drow (Amras)

Tuesday, September 2, 2008 - 4:45 pm GMT Edit | Link |

Amras Stopped dead in his tracks, having heard everything, and through his fear a shiver of deep horror, another Drow! Of course he had seen them, but only from afar in raiding parties or hidden in shadow, always afraid of what they'd do to him.

For he'd run into his own kind upclose,though not quite this clost, once before, it had been some kind of Military group he had thought those many years ago. But as soon as they had seen him and his eyes and the color of them. They immediatly Shifted their own posture to violence. They started to attack him shouting at him, calling him demon child and other fowl names. He had always thought this was ironic such dark people who in most places, would be called the same things.

Now maybe this party would be different, becuase most likely it would be that a violent party would not enter a city by both the main gate and in bright daylight like this. But he had /i{never} seen a peaceful or non-affiliated drow like himself, and so he though it not very probable.

He was terrified, but years of instinct told him that if he wished to survive he would have to obey the guard's orders.

So he slowly gathered his calm and put on a facade of calm, innocence and a friendly outlook, drawing from his experiences with the kindly mage he knew only as "White-Father". Things could go very badly if they suspected him a part of the company, especially if the party was of drow.

In his humblest voice, he replied humbly, respectfully and slightly to the guard's command. "Hello, good sirs, I Trust that yew are having a good day. I am just a humble craftsman hoping to earn a a silver or two for my works, in this fine city. I have nothing to hide. I just wish to sell my works here."

Amras Reaches falteringvly into his bag and took out one of his own crafts and one of his finer ones at that, a beautiful slate that sparkled slighty. Now he warned "Now this work will only last fer a short time, but it is pleasing to the eyes is it not?"

By Anonymous

Wednesday, September 3, 2008 - 6:20 am GMT Edit | Link |

The guardsman smiled his own fake friendly smile in return and nodded in agreement to Amras, "Yes, Sir, quite pleasin' to the eyes, like yew says. But I suggest yew to put it back, lest yew get bumped by somebody and something bad happens to it. Please follow me, Sir. Jes' over there. Y'see that wagon there? That's where we be goin' now. C'mon now, let's not get in the way of this traffic here more than we's done already."

Ivan the guardsman escorts Amras to where 'the wagon' is taken.

(OOC:

unless Amras has other ideas and puts them in action, of course)


By Surface-Raised Drow (Scotia)

Thursday, September 4, 2008 - 2:55 am GMT Edit | Link |

It went without saying that Scotia did not utter a word as things transpired. Her broken voice aside, however, she did not move, either. And for a time, she did not even breathe, an involuntary act somehow still forgotten in petrified terror.

They had been singled out. They would find her. They would identify her, and for reasons unjust and suspicions unfounded, they would punish her. Imprison her, rape her, or kill her, it didn't even matter -- with the blood in her veins, all roads led to death. And her only form of defense, her magick, had been lost in the defense of their city.

Frozen with fear, she sat. Silent and still, she wished for something terrible to happen. Something to kill all of the men in their way before they could discover who she was.

By A Troubled, Well mannered,Scared Drow (Amras)

Thursday, September 4, 2008 - 4:21 pm GMT Edit | Link |

Amras too was afraid, no afraid was terrified at the prospect of more hate, prejudice and fear, but as long as the guards made no overt malicious attempts, he wasn't going to try and cause a disruption he would rather be let in and forgotten rather than be chased, so he kept up the partial facade of a humble artist, which in some ways he was, just not in that kind of art.

Guards were not usually the most kindest or unbiased people. But he knew from experience that they would be willing to "forget" any minor trespasses if they thought he could give them something more than their superiors could. If things went reasonably well all he would have to part with would be a few coins.

However if things didn't go well, for there was a good chance of that happening, then he had plans Violent and plans that those guards wouldn't be walking away from unscathed. Though, if he had any choice he wouldn't draw attention to himself and he didn't want any unnecessary violent actions against non-malicious people.

So he followed the guard 'for now' and for now was as long as he felt like it, for in his fear his legs begged him to run away to try to avoid any problems. But he would consent to the guard as long it got him inside the city without any disturbances or problems, as he till hoped to get at least a little coin from this cities people.

By Baron (Klyburn)

Friday, September 5, 2008 - 5:33 am GMT Edit | Link |

The guardsman whose name was Dag lead the horses, and thus the wagon, next to the wall. The spot was shady and close to the gate house. Three other guardsmen have congregated here, their pikes leaning against the wall.
"Watchoo got there, Dag?"
"Dunno. Ivan said bring 'em here and start this one talkin'", he pointed at Cian. "Well, go 'head, talk. Yuse was gon' say where yew from and why yew here, so jus' go 'head now, tell us", Dag prompted Cian.

By Falcon Redstone (Falcon)

Thursday, November 6, 2008 - 5:34 pm GMT Edit | Link |

As Falcon looked up at the towers of the city, he felt right at home. "This is are kind of place boy" Falcon said to his horse.
He saw a guard stare at him "Yew on buisness or pleasure boy" The guard asked.
"A little of both, Im an adventure" Falcon replied. The guard mumbled something Falcon could not hear. "No trouble in the city boy, dont yew make me come after yew" the guard said and he let Falcon pass through the gates.

((To-Black rose tavern & Inn))

By Arleen (An_albino_satyroi)

Friday, November 21, 2008 - 3:53 am GMT Edit | Link |

As the cart started to move to were the guard pointed Arleen started to look around and see if anything would help. But they were going to have there empty cart searched and that is not a good sign ever. It was beginning to look like I might be a good idea to run for it and meet up again later.

By Anonymous

Saturday, November 22, 2008 - 7:25 pm GMT Edit | Link |

Guard #2 speaking to guard #1 “Yew search the cart while I talk to the travelers one at a time” the guard raised his voice for the end of his sentence. “I will start with the goat.”

By Arleen (An_albino_satyroi)

Sunday, November 23, 2008 - 1:00 am GMT Edit | Link |

Arleen looked toward Zeelin and gave her a little smile before she walked toward the guard.

By (Looks Like A Drow) Uman Rangeress (Zeelin)

Sunday, November 23, 2008 - 2:18 am GMT Edit | Link |

(OOC:

~ Waves from the void ~ HI ARLEEN! I hope to see yew again soon!)


By Surface-Raised Drow (Scotia)

Sunday, November 23, 2008 - 3:25 am GMT Edit | Link |

Scotia hugged her chest a little tighter when she heard that a guard would be speaking with each of them one at a time. It was more individual attention than she wanted, and her own inability to speak would only make things worse. Her anxiety swelled, and she bit her lip until a drop of blood leaked into her mouth.

It tasted good.

Sitting on the wagon and awaiting the inevitable, the drow began to suck gently on the small, self-inflicted wound, the thick and luxurious flavor helping to ease overwhelming tension.

By Arleen (An_albino_satyroi)

Sunday, November 23, 2008 - 6:11 am GMT Edit | Link |

Arleen gave Zeelin and Scotia a worried look as she stood up and walked over to Guard 2 who had her stand so she could not look back at the others. Arleen shifted nervously as she waited for the Guard to start talking.
“Really we are just passing by and we just wanted to stop and rest at an inn. we...”
the Guard stopped Arleen there.
“I will ask the questions and yew will answer the questions that is all that yew will say do yew understand?”
“Um... yes... but I was"
the guard slapped Arleen.
“Just answer the questions.”

By Anonymous

Monday, November 24, 2008 - 3:39 pm GMT Edit | Link |

At the sound of the slap Zeelin jumped off the cart and rushed guard 2.

By Surface-Raised Drow (Scotia)

Tuesday, November 25, 2008 - 7:00 am GMT Edit | Link |

Scotia inhaled sharply as Zeelin launched herself at the guard for hitting Arleen. It was complete madness. Any one of them had endured worse by now. Even back when her father had kept her safe, she'd sometimes been hit by authorities. What sense was there in throwing away what chance there was for some of them to get out of this cleanly over so small an abuse?

At least she'd have company in prison, she thought, sucking harder on her bloody lip.

By Anonymous

Tuesday, November 25, 2008 - 7:13 am GMT Edit | Link |

   

The guardsman whose name was Dag lead the horses, and thus the wagon, next to the wall. The spot was shady and close to the gate house. Three other guardsmen have congregated here, their pikes leaning against the wall.


One of the guards lounging in the shade saw Zeelin's reckless charge and shouted a warning, reinforced with a vigorous pointing gesture, "Look out!". 'Guard #2' turned away from Arleen to see what it was all about, "Huh??" He was completely unprepared for any kind of violence directed at his own person.

By Arleen (An_albino_satyroi)

Tuesday, November 25, 2008 - 3:26 pm GMT Edit | Link |

Then Arleen felt the blood rushing to her face. It was not that hard of a slap. She'd had worse, but the surprise is what hit her. It has been a long time since anyone had touched Arleen. All of this seemed to be going worse then Arleen could have thought. The sound of someone running up was certainly not a good sign. Arleen looked back at Zeelin charging and knew the feeling in her stomach was right.

By Arleen (An_albino_satyroi)

Tuesday, November 25, 2008 - 3:30 pm GMT Edit | Link |

Zeelin Charged the guard full forces bringing her knee to groin level as she leaped fist moving in the cream the guard in the throught. No one was to hurt Arleen.
 

By Moderator (Skkukuk)

Tuesday, November 25, 2008 - 5:14 pm GMT Edit | Link |

(OOC:

spelling and grammar, please)


By Anonymous

Wednesday, November 26, 2008 - 3:12 am GMT Edit | Link |

The guard, surprised as he was, instinctively droped his hands to protect his groin. Too late and too bad. For the knee still connected, and so did the fist. The guard crumpled sideways like a sack of potatoes, both hands clutching the broken wind pipe. His eyes bugged out in pain and sheer panic. He knew it was bad. How could things go from 'fun' to 'done' so quickly?!?

The other guards, not yet aware of the gravity of the situation, jumped up. Two ran over, one of them drawing his sword. The other two guards tarried just a bit to grab their short lances.

(OOC:

yewse guys got literally a few seconds to do something before the guards begin to descend upon thee)


By Arleen (An_albino_satyroi)

Wednesday, November 26, 2008 - 4:54 am GMT Edit | Link |

Arleen raised both hands her mouth holding back a scream. Her eyes widen as Zeelins actions came into focus in Arleen’s mind. This is going to be bad.

By Anonymous

Wednesday, November 26, 2008 - 5:06 am GMT Edit | Link |

(OOC:

sorry I forgot to proof read this morning.)


Zeelin grabbed for the short sword on the fallen guard. If she is successful or not on getting the sword away from the guard Zeelin moves in to keep herself between the guards and Arleen. Watching to as they close in Zeelin said “Are yew all right? He did not hurt yew to bad did he?”

By Surface-Raised Drow (Scotia)

Wednesday, November 26, 2008 - 5:32 am GMT Edit | Link |

It was wrong. It was all wrong.

Though she could not tell the extent of the harm Zeelin had done to the offending guard when she'd toppled him, Scotia had no doubt as to the seriousness of the situation. The guards were drawing weapons in response to violence, and Zeelin didn't seem the kind to surrender once incensed.

The drow had survived encounters with ill-meaning authority figures through the intervention of those with the ability to rescue her, and by running. Neither seemed plausible, at this point, and even prison looked unlikely in the glint of one guard's sword in the daylight. Perhaps, if she hid in the wagon, she could survive the conflict and face simple incarceration with the pronounced risk of torment and murder for her race... but she would not forsake the woman who had promised to protect her for such a possibility.

No, she wanted to help. It was a hopeless, impotent desire, with her magick impeded by ruined hands and ruined throat. Even if she could easily stand or walk, there would have been nothing she could contribute in a fight without her mystic power. Zeelin could brawl better without one of her wards in danger, she was certain. It left nothing.

The blood pulled thinner over her tongue, the opened lip sharing less of its visceral bounty.

The drow's burned hands flexed, still needing to be bandaged again. Needing bandages, unable to help for the spell she'd cast to save this city and its people. Bitter, impotent desperation continued to swell, and she realized she might be able to make one single contribution. Her hands had recovered enough to botch an invisibility spell, after all. She could touch the tapestry, at least, even if it was dangerous in the extreme and she lacked the ability to make fine manipulations. One casting would probably be all she had, and it would need to be something simple, but anything would be better than sitting uselessly alone and waiting for her protector to die.

Fingers outstretched and tore roughly at the unseen fabric of reality. The pain was unbearable and the drow recoiled almost immediately, but the spell was already cast.

In Scotia's first act of direct violence, a wave of pure force ripped outward towards the two guards that had lingered behind to take up their lances.

Scotia cradled her hands to her chest, shivering with the agony coursing through her hands and up her arms. If the gods were with them, she prayed, it might be enough for Zeelin to save them.

By Anonymous

Wednesday, November 26, 2008 - 9:02 am GMT Edit | Link |

Two guards ran up and, seeing Zeelin now armed with the cripled guard's sword, stopped short. The one who'd neglected it till now, unsheathed his own blade. Two blades against one, yet they did not attack. One of them pointed with his sword at Zeelin's feet, "Surrender and kneel, NOW!" The other one turned back towards the ramparts of the Gate and yelled, "ALARM! CLOSE THE GATE! CLOSE THE GATE!"

Behind the two accosting Zeelin, the lance-bearing guards targeted by Scotia got rocked by her magickal 'wave of pure force' which flung them hard onto their behinds. Oho! Attacked by magick!! This is serious!!! "HELP!", managed one, as the other tried to get his breath back. Humorous as it was, watching them wriggle like overturned turtles, they were down but not out. Soon, they'll be on their feet.

(OOC:

ok, I think we are in 'hyper time', please don't post actions which take a long time, nor a series of quick actions strung together. many things are happening quickly!)


By A Troubled, Well mannered,Scared Drow (Amras)

Thursday, November 27, 2008 - 2:28 am GMT Edit | Link |

(OOC:

Sorry for just joining, the fray, these last two weeks have been really hectic.)



Amras had originally planned to stay out of the melee and had used it as a chance to slip into the shadows, unnoticed, he had seen that the drow that had charged out was more than a match for the lone guard, however once those other guards had shown up...

He would have attacked, but something in him held back, and in that hesistation, Amras had seen, no felt, yet another Drow Woman begin to call on Magick in a similar way as he might have done, however he quickly saw that it was causing her pain to do so, and that made him feel extremly guilty about not stepping in, and would likely haunt him for some time.

Amras' Conflicting emotions of fear,duty, compassion and protectiveness battled until his compassion won over and he leapt to his feet, putting himself between the Drow and goat-person blocking the guards, ready to protect the innocent from any further pain.


Amras tensed, and realised just how his enemy could hurt, this mostly innocent group. The power that he had not chosen to use for his own benefit, in hopes of peace and to not have to fight his own fears of Authority and guards, were now being eroded in the hope of protecting those who had been as him once, hurt by those who were supposed to keep the peace. BUT NOT AGAIN his mind cried out, I will not let anyone feel the pain that I once felt and still feel!

He slowly began to focus his energies, so that his attakers would not be able to hurt anyone again! They would not hurt anyone here... Not if he could help it!

So he used all his might to as quickly he could, from the shadows appear infront of the innocent party.

"Those guards will not hurt yew again, I promise." Amras said aloud, gently, but firmly to the innocent.


And to the guards "Let them go their way, away from this city, they have only done to yew only what yew deserved, by hoping to intimidate them, if yew do not stand down I will be forced to intervene."

By Anonymous

Thursday, November 27, 2008 - 4:34 pm GMT Edit | Link |

Zeelin glanced at Scotia as her spell took effect. “Scotia are yew OK? We should be going now.”

By Arleen (An_albino_satyroi)

Thursday, November 27, 2008 - 4:47 pm GMT Edit | Link |

Worried that Scotta hurt her self again something need to be done to help the situation. But she could not think of anything that would work. Arleen started to back up slowly.

By Anonymous

Friday, November 28, 2008 - 4:16 pm GMT Edit | Link |

The two guards confronting Zeelin were completely unimpressed by Amras' intervention. "Yew, too. Surrender or else... ALL A'YEWSE RESISTING ARREST ARE UNDER ARREST!", he added for everyone's benefit.

A glowing ball of magickal bright orange light, about the size of a large pumpkin, appeared in the air above Zeelin and descended straight down to engulf her head. The guards couldn't help but stare at it and took an involantary step back.

The other two guards, with the lances, were now regaining their composure and getting on their feet. The cries of "Close the Gate!" echoed from the gate house. More guards were running out of there to join the fray here. The guard who'd been assaulted by Zeelin, still clutching his throat with both hands, started to make hoarse wheezing noises, his face turning purple. A crowd was forming at a respectful distance from the fracas.

By Anonymous

Monday, December 1, 2008 - 3:35 pm GMT Edit | Link |

Zeelin was too busy trying to keep the guards in her sight and ready to struck if any of them tried to advance to notices the glowing ball above her head drop down on her.

By Arleen (An_albino_satyroi)

Monday, December 1, 2008 - 3:41 pm GMT Edit | Link |

“Fine we will not go to yer crime infested city!” Arleen shouted. She brought forth a thick cold fog around the herself and the drow.
As Arleen was casting her spell as she watched the orange ball fall onto Zeelin's head not know what it does or what to do about it she decided to wait and see what will happen.
The fog started to rise fast but Arleen was not paying attention at the end of the spell and it only rose to waist height.
 

By Terajin Wizard (Terawiz)

Tuesday, December 2, 2008 - 2:37 am GMT Edit | Link |

The glowing magick 'pumpkin' settled over Zeelin's head, descending from above. It engulfed her head completely, in effect giving her a 'new head'. A big, glowing, puffy one. Inside, it was very bright. Obviousy nothing but 'bright' could be seen no matter where Zeelin looked. Other than the 'brightness', there were no additional feelings or sensations, nor was there any loss of feelings or sensations. Except for the 'sight' thing, which now was all just 'bright'.

Two bright litle 'stars'* zoomed from the top of the gatehouse, seeking to strike Arleen and Scottia. The two guards immediately there charged with their swords, one at Arleen, the other at Amras. They meant business!

More guards were coming, too. The fellas with the lances have regained their footing and their senses after Scottia's 'intervention', plus there were reinforcements from the gatehouse, beating their way through the crowd of onlookers.

Concerning this particular crowd, it was now composed of everybody and their uncle who'd been waiting for admission into the city at the gate. A few merchants, a few travelers, a couple of monks, and lots of peasants from the countryside coming in with their produce or whatever or maybe even looking for work. Quite a crowd.

(* Magick Missiles!)

By Arleen (An_albino_satyroi)

Wednesday, December 3, 2008 - 3:49 am GMT Edit | Link |

(OOC:

when yew say magick missiles do yew mean something that will create an explosion when they hit or like an arrow is a missile. I think yew mean the latter so that is what I am going with if I am wrong I would like the chance to change the post to try and keep Arleen alive.)



Arleen was hit in the shoulder by the missile leaving a small hole the pain crossing threw her body made the albino seem to louse even more color. Her blood ran down turning her clothing red at an alarming rate. Arleen touching the newly made hole and then she brings her quivering hand in front of her face the blood dripping down into her palm made her louse it Arleen fainted into a pile were she stood.

By Anonymous

Wednesday, December 3, 2008 - 3:54 am GMT Edit | Link |

With the loss of her sight Zeelin started to swing about madly with her sword legs and fists what in every direction where she did not have any aim she had surprising power in all of her swings. She tried to remember were everyone was before she lost her sight but it was no use things were changing too fast.
 

By Terajin Wizard (Terawiz)

Thursday, December 4, 2008 - 1:03 am GMT Edit | Link |

(OOC:

Magick Missile is D&D magick, I named it in hope someone may know, but if not, no matter, yew played it well enough. It shouldn't kill yew.)



The two guards with the lances finally arrived and, having the better weapons, took it upon themselves to confront Amras. The two fellas with the swords relaxed their postures and watched Zeelin with great amusement, happy grins all over their faces.

So one of the two pointing their short lances at Amras was so itching for a fight that he attacked, stabbing at Amras legs or, if Amras were to try and defend, his arms or whatever else was convinient. Take that, Amras!

The other one, wishing not to be outdone, and also aching to repair his reputation after the ignoblety delivered by Scottia, took on Zeelin by delivering a hard swipe to the side of Zeelin's knee with the lance. Obviously, the longer weapon let him stay away from Zeelin's mad flailing.

And still, yet more guardsmen were arriving, reinforcements from the gatehouse. The crowd has become more animated, no longer simply gawking in wonder at the fools who'd challange Terajin Authority, but now laughing and hooting, commenting on the various details (especially poor Zeelin's comical situation) and even making some bets. The only reason for betting against the guards was the fact that the adversaries were DROW, beings with mystical powers. However! There were up against Terajin's Best, backed up by Battle Mages of the Very Excellent Terajin Wizards Guild! The fools!

By Surface-Raised Drow (Scotia)

Thursday, December 4, 2008 - 3:18 am GMT Edit | Link |

Scotia had sought what cover she could manage within the wagon shortly after casting her spell, but it did little to avail her against the bolt of magickal power that was fired at her. The shot of energy lanced down through her chest and on down through the wagon's bottom into the ground.

She responded first with what would probably have been a yelp, had it come from a more functional throat, but which came out more as a quick, but soft and grinding whine. The reflexive noise through a shot lung and ruined throat induced a series of painful coughs that soon began spouting small quantities of dark, drow blood.

If only she had her magick she could... she could what? She couldn't even imagine what it was she was wishing for the ability to accomplish. There was no way to call this anything short of a fight -- quite likely a deadly one, at that -- and she'd never cast a spell to harm someone in her life. Her father had always counciled her against the use of magick for dark purposes, both for the inherent wisdom of such caution and to avoid reinforcing the negative beliefs others already held of her.

But it didn't matter, now, did it? Her father could never have foreseen a situation like this one, she was certain of it. Her life was nothing like what it had been, and depended now so fully on these others around her... others that might die with her if she didn't save them. If she didn't strike down their opponents with the mystic wrath that was her birthright. If she didn't kill every last--

No. It didn't even matter. Until her hands or throat (and likely, now, her right lung) were healed, there was nothing she could do but die.

She'd always known it would be guards.

By Anonymous

Monday, December 8, 2008 - 1:17 am GMT Edit | Link |

The struck hit Zeelin right in the knees and knocked her off balance. Zeelin fell hit her head on a rock and lay still unconscious.
 

By Terajin Wizard (Terawiz)

Tuesday, December 9, 2008 - 7:35 am GMT Edit | Link |

Zeelin's plight was met by both cheers and boos from the crowd, as bets were won and lost. Bolstered by the reenforcements, the guards mopped up the operation by tying up the unconscious, the wounded and the non-resisting... and that was everybody with the exception of Amras... who was going to 'get his' sooner than later, no doubt about that!

Zeelin and Arleen's bodies were tossed into the cart and it was taken, under guard, into the city after the Gates were opened once more. After passing through the Gate House they were joined by a figure cloacked in the robes of the Terajin Wizards Guild, and this person was treated with much deferrence by the city guard. On his command, the carriage was halted and all the prisoners were gagged, blindfolded and a clever little device woven out of rope was placed over their fingers and pulled tight, so no spell casting was possible. Finger Shackles.

Zeelin and party, captured, tied and gagged,

(TO:

Streets of Terajin)



(OOC:

Well, yew guys are in, but yew just had to do it the hard way. Yew know, all yew had to do was say: "We're wizards here to joing the wonderful Wizards Guild". Yew'd be escorted in with honors and prayers. Well... welcom to Terajin!)


By Surface-Raised Drow (Scotia)

Tuesday, December 9, 2008 - 5:23 pm GMT Edit | Link |

Scotia thrashed in an involuntary response to the pain as the rope device was placed over her burnt, maimed fingers, but otherwise did little to resist. She was resigned to whatever fate awaited her.

(TO:

streets)


By Aris Fyrell (Aris)

Saturday, January 3, 2009 - 6:44 am GMT Edit | Link |

(FROM:

Lormir Road: Seventeen Oaks Miles)



Finally, he had reached a city. Terajin, to be exact. The horse he had recently purchased from the merchant he had met along his journey had sold it to him fairly cheaply. The horse was only two Krownes. He was amazed. The steed was in fine condition; with its thick, black mane, dark brown coat, and muscular legs.

He approached the gates, which were opened for him. He went inside, trotting along to the Black Rose Tavern.

(TO:

The Black Rose Inn/Tavern)


By Vlaxander Dar'Tanian (Vlax)

Wednesday, March 11, 2009 - 10:54 pm GMT Edit | Link |

(FROM:

The Streets of Terajin: outside the Black Rose Tavern & Inn)



Having travelled along the streets and finally arriving just inside the Front Gate, the mage paused briefly to take inventory of the time of day. He had travelled from the local tavern, paying little attention to his counterparts or their conversations along the way. He turned to make sure they were still in his company and inquired, "Are we ready then? I must admit, I know not of the outside of this city, so I would ask that someone else lead the way," He smirked.

By Sophisticated Woman with Marked Face (Halja)

Friday, March 13, 2009 - 7:02 am GMT Edit | Link |

(FROM:

The Streets of Terajin: outside the Black Rose Tavern & Inn)


Halja arrived just after Vlaxander, who had hurried ahead to the gates, perhaps as eager to leave as she was, for some reason. She didn't look back, but assumed that Hergierr was following her with Colt a little behind. The young man seemed to have some issues, what that could all be taken care of later. Once they were on the road together, things would play out as they might.

"I'm certainly ready. Let's see if the guards agree with us."

(OOC:

I'm not exactly sure what the time is, but since the last post on this page was over two months ago, I'd say it's up to us, more or less. I figure that the former events (murder & card game) took place in early and deep evening, respectively. So it must be about midnight or the small hours by now.)


By Vlaxander Dar'Tanian (Vlax)

Friday, March 13, 2009 - 8:41 pm GMT Edit | Link |

(OOC:

Small hours works for me. Our new axe-wielding warrior mentioned something about breakfast when he awoke, so early AM sounds good.)



"Hail, keeps of the watch. What goes there, beyond the gates? Is it safe to travel, even if by the mist of morn, or has there been a dragon sighting in the dark of night," he said with a bit of jest - making final preparations to leave.

By Young not so amiable Uman (Colt)

Saturday, March 14, 2009 - 1:04 am GMT Edit | Link |

(FROM:

The Streets outside the Black Rose Inn)



Colt had moved up a little closer to the group simply because the tiger kept looking back at him and making odd hissing sounds. They didn't seem threatening at all but still, it was odd and he figured he'd best move closer or Halja might lose patience with the beast. He wasn't completely sure that Halja was a patient woman but strangely he trusted her over the mage. He knew that was simply his own prejudice. He had a deep-seated dislike of magick so that made it difficult for him to trust the mage. The warrior he was still deciding about. He'd learn more on the road.

At the gates he looked up, perusing the walls, wondering how many of the guards might be looking down at them as they waited at the gate-house to be given passage through... and just how many were sleeping through their early morning shift. He wouldn't have minded joining them. He'd got no sleep but if they were want to leave the city, leave they should and rest later, undisturbed, somewhere on the road. He hoped the others had coin for supplies, they were travelling extremely light, except for the warrior of course.

By Hergierr Direson (Hergierr)

Saturday, March 14, 2009 - 3:08 am GMT Edit | Link |

Hergierr follows the others, his ever watchful eye peering into the dark shadows. As more and more of his memory of the past few days returns to him, he is sure that someone will come looking for him soon. Though the fight was fair -and by Hergierr's estimation, justified - he is sure that the man he beat down was some sort of minor noble. The little man he fought a few days back was quick and well trained with the dagger. The dagger was too ornate and expensive for a common briggand.

The warrior steps back, trying to seem as non-threatening as possible. As Vlax hails the gate guard, Hergierr takes mental note of his new companions. He has begun to realize that only two of them could be mages. The young one seems like he has been survivng too long on his own to have had any formal training in magick. The tiger, Hergierr liked imediately. If for no other reason, the tiger is someting the warrior can understand. As he looks at his traveling companions, Hergierr feels confident that none of them have seen even half as many battles as he has...but there is a confidence about them all that indicates they can handle themselves in a fight, if they have to. Hergierr smiles slightly.

Fearing the worst, the warrior begins to think strategy. He moves closer to Colt, in a whisper that rumbles like a growl, Hergierr addresses the young man.

"If anything happens, if blades are bared, step behind me, to the left. I can protect yew there with my shield. Stay away from my right side...if I have to swing my axe, I don't want to take a piece of yew while doing it." In spite of the grim forcast, Hergierr winks and smiles at the young man. "And if yew happen to be a mage, take care with yer magick, I don't want to get burned alive while foolishly trying to protect yew"

By Anonymous

Saturday, March 14, 2009 - 7:20 am GMT Edit | Link |

(OOC:

from description above: Glowballs, or Glowspheres, depending on how sophisticated one wishes to sound, come out at night. These are simple yet long duration spells manifesting themselves as pumpkin-sized floating balls of light. Most were pure white, but others had color: yellow, azure, green and red were the most common. ... The Glowballs illuminate the Gate area quite well, even in the dark of night.)



"The Gates be shut now for the night! As USUAL!... But yew can let yerselves out through the side door. And it's goblins and trolls out there. As usual..." The reply came from a gatehouse window, where a light was burning. The 'side door' was obviously the regular door next to the massive gate. It lead into the gatehouse tunnel which lead to the outside. The outside portcullis was drawn up. There, outside the walls, on either side of the gatehouse, stood two pairs of orcs, armed and very well armored, each with a guard dog on a chain.

By Tiger Pet or Slave ? (Saber)

Monday, March 16, 2009 - 12:48 pm GMT Edit | Link |

(FROM:

The Streets)


Happy that Colt followed closer Saber stopped his hissing sounds but still looked around an made sure everyone was still there too.
He didn't care about the time of the day. He had been bound for hours and he was happy he could move his muscles.

As they reached the gate Saber eyed the dogs carefully. He was weary of the dogs because he was not sure how they would react to him.

By Sophisticated Woman with Marked Face (Halja)

Tuesday, March 17, 2009 - 12:27 pm GMT Edit | Link |

Halja smiled at the gatewatch, and boasted, "Why thank yew, my good man, we'll be sure to watch ourselves out there. Have ye a good night..." She shook her head at Vlax' peculiar hailing of the guard, as well as the latter's uncouth reply. No matter, though, they could be on their way, and that was paramount.

She led Saber towards the tunnel, hoping the beast would remain calm in cramped spaces. Shen kept a tight grip on the chain, just to be sure, as they traversed it, assuming the others would follow, if they weren't too busy with bantering about whatever it was they had to discuss.

By Young not so amiable Uman (Colt)

Wednesday, March 18, 2009 - 6:27 am GMT Edit | Link |

Colt raised an eyebrow when the warrior sidled up to him and declared that if anything should happen, he was to... what? Colt blinked and tried not to show his disdain for such a suggestion. If there was a fight, Colt wasn't likely to be hiding behind anybody.

"If it looks like I might be in trouble, I'll remember that... you wouldn't have a knife would you? A dagger I could borrow? Just until I can get one for myself. I can handle a knife well enough when need be." He preferred using a sword but his best weapon was the bow. Bows, however, were problematic in a close fight. He started to move then, to follow Halja and the cat, expecting Hergierr would likely walk alongside to reply to his query. He did glance at Vlax to ensure they weren't going to leave anybody behind.

By Hergierr Direson (Hergierr)

Saturday, March 21, 2009 - 4:36 pm GMT Edit | Link |

(OOC:

Sorry about the delay, if everyone is waiting on me. I am not feeling too confident with leading the story on yet, as I am trying to get a better feel for the Play By Post.)



Hergierr smiles at the young Uman's comment. He likes the boy even more now. Hergierr steps into the gatehouse tunnel. Moving forward, Hergierr catches a glimpse of the orcs ahead.

Always cautious, the warrior mentaly prepares himself for trouble. He quickly tests the slide of his axe in the belt loop. The well-oiled loop allows the axe to slide without much friction. Ready for anything, Hergierr presses forward out of the gatehouse.

By Tiger Pet or Slave ? (Saber)

Saturday, March 21, 2009 - 9:24 pm GMT Edit | Link |

There was not much to do for Saber but to stay at Halja's side and to keep his senses alert. He had no trouble with the little tunnel and showed no obvious fear or nervousness. If anything he looked a little happy about leaving the city which was true because every step brought him farther away from Alurik.

He sniffed a little at the orcs but was not troubled by the smell. He didn't smell anything that worried him so he just walked with Halja. But he was alert and ready to react on the slightest sign of trouble.

By Young not so amiable Uman (Colt)

Friday, March 27, 2009 - 2:26 am GMT Edit | Link |

Once through the tunnel and out into the open again, Colt relaxed a bit more. He didn't know why, he wasn't the sort to be claustrophobic but the small confines of the tunnel didn't sit well with him. There was little room to move if things went wrong.

(TO:

The Terajin Mile)


By Sophisticated Woman with Marked Face (Halja)

Friday, March 27, 2009 - 2:48 pm GMT Edit | Link |

It felt like a great burden fell off of Halja's shoulders when they passed out of the tunnel. The self-imposed claustrophobia that she had felt the past times was suddenly gone, and she feasted her eyes on the open road, as much as was possible in the dark of night.

Of course, then it hit her that she hadn't the slightest idea of what to do next. Breakfast had been mentioned, and she agreed that such a thing would be necessary at some point. Still, she would like to get a few miles between the city and herself before resting or anything of the like.

She held her peace for a while longer as she started out onto the path towards the Lorimar.

(TO:

The Lorimar Road: The Terajin Mile)


By Falcon Redstone (Falcon)

Monday, April 27, 2009 - 11:58 am GMT Edit | Link |

Falcon stopped just as he was about to leave the gate, he turned to a guard. "Any sign of the hobgoblins in the forest" Falcon asked. For before coming to terajin the forest was swamped with them.
The Guard gave Falcon a look, "No lad it has been clear for sometime,but always keep yer guard up"
Falcon said he would and moved through the gate. Now he had to find a camp, and look for any tracks to see if he could find some sign of his gnome friend.

(Occ-to Lorimar Road:terajin mile)

By Turner The Deserter (Turner)

Thursday, May 28, 2009 - 2:05 am GMT Edit | Link |

Turner walked up to the gate that separated Terajin and Lorimar Road. As he stood and examined the walls, he could not help but feel that something big was going to happen. He had a heavy feeling in his heart. The last time he had this feeling was before the raid that took his right arm and eye. That was a long time ago. It was history.

Turner took a deep breath, hoped for the best, and walked through the gate.

(OOC: To Lorimar Road: Terajin Mile)
 

By Terajin Wizard (Terawiz)

Monday, June 15, 2009 - 5:30 am GMT Edit | Link |

Yurogel, accompanied by his best friend, Flavio Cesar, rode out through the gates with but a nod to the guards there. Both of them wore their Terajin Wizards Guild robes, so nobody gave them no trouble.

Each rode a fine riding horse and each had a spare on a lead. The spares were fully saddled and carried small riding packs with very basic provisions.

(TO:

Lorimar Road: Terajin Mile)


By The Wandering Healer (Praetor)

Tuesday, July 7, 2009 - 3:34 am GMT Edit | Link |

(FROM:

the Streets)


Once he saw that his companions had reclaimed their horses from the silversmith's, the healer cheerfully (and remarkably dexterously, considering his ambiguous age) leapt up on the black warmare's bare back. There were no reins for him to grab; he simply laid one hand on the beast's shoulder as the three of them cantered out of Terajin.

His walking stick was still gripped in his other hand. To the untrained eye, there was nothing unusual about the way he held it, but a trained swordsman could see that it was strangely similar to the way a blade would be wielded. Despite the darkness of the Lorimar ahead, the healer continued humming sunnily as they rode into the night.

By Black Sasha (Sasha_)

Tuesday, July 7, 2009 - 4:43 pm GMT Edit | Link |

(FROM:

The Streets)


There was a moment of tension as they passed through the gates. The guards were quiet, but Sasha thought she heard shouting and cussing from the streets behind them. While this wasn’t uncommon in Terajin, she couldn’t help but imagine that it was the horses’ former owners. She willed the lead horse that she was tethered to, to move a little faster. Then her own horse matched the canter of its peers and Sasha squeaked in pain and surprise.

In an attempt to comfort herself with the idea of being mounted, she decided to name the beast.

“Posie?” She tried, followed by, “Dapple, Rocinante, Traveler, Silver", and "Scout.” The horse seemed unperturbed by her guessing, but she was out of ideas. Finally, she settled on, “Dinner”, as that seemed the most likely outcome for the beast anyway. The horse snorted out a braying neigh that might have been mistaken for a nasty laugh when she suggested it.
“Dinner it is then.” She reached down to pat the horse's cheek and just missed loosing a finger to its snapping, rotting teeth.

Unbeknownst to Sasha, the steed she had chosen for herself turned out to be a slat-ribbed, half-blind roan nag with a deeply bowed back and an ill temperament. Though the woman from the Ice Krowne knew nothing of horses, she sensed that the two of them had much in common.

Sasha had little idea what the lands south of this point might be like. She had never been so far. “How many days to Seven Oaks, I wonder?”

By The Wandering Healer (Praetor)

Wednesday, July 8, 2009 - 3:19 pm GMT Edit | Link |

The healer trotted on atop his black warmare, increasingly lost in his thoughts as he hummed quietly to himself. So absorbed was he that it took him until after the three of them had passed through the gates to look back at his companions and their steeds. The sight of Black Sasha astride the worn-out old creature elicited a quiet chuckle from the wanderer before he turned back to the road.

"I knoweth not, milady," he cheerfully chirped as the road stretched on into the night.

(TO:

the Terajin Mile)


By Black Sasha (Sasha_)

Wednesday, July 8, 2009 - 11:05 pm GMT Edit | Link |

Sasha followed. It occurred to her to feel around for saddlebags, which she did carefully, with the reigns in a death grip. She bounced along with no feel for riding yet, scared that she would fall off or be thrown. "Stupid horse," she complained.

Happily, her fingers did brush the leather flaps, tied tight, of two saddlebags. She would have to wait to see what they held.

(TO:

the Terajin Mile)


By Drimgal (Drim)

Friday, August 6, 2010 - 6:16 am GMT Edit | Link |

(o.o.c. Orien its yer horse....wait ing for yew )

By The Young Phoenix Apprentice (Orein)

Saturday, August 7, 2010 - 11:19 pm GMT Edit | Link |

(OOC:

sorry computer problems, doing this over phone should have the part I need sometime Monday)


(FROM:

Terajin Mile)


It was a short ride into Terajin, and Orein's spirits rose as he saw the city come into view.

"Alas here we are... what a venture this has been, but I `spose we could all use a bit of recovery."

He turned his head to Drimgal.

"Do yew know of this place that... that Falcon had spoken of?"

By Drimgal (Drim)

Saturday, August 7, 2010 - 11:51 pm GMT Edit | Link |

Drimgal looked over at Orien "I do not. There are many dangers in this place for me, even at the gate there may be trouble...my people are no exactlly welcome in all parts."

By Lanoaeth’ghel Kindersmere (Lanno)

Sunday, August 8, 2010 - 2:32 am GMT Edit | Link |

(FROM:

Terajin Mile)



The Hafling had always enjoyed visiting new cities, and briefly forgot the excitement of the journey from Seven Oaks as he took in the sights. Above the massive set of gates that welcomed travellers into the city, he saw several large towers of various design - some looked like temples he'd seen in other places, but the architecture of others was completely foreign to him. He noted the large ballistae that stood on the wall on either side of the gate, and the contingent of soldiers manning the entrance to the city. I bet one of those would ruin yer day really quickly.

There were several people of all walks entering or leaving the city - some looked interesting. Others looked...well, interesting, but not in a way that made Lanno want to find out more about them. Then he saw the sign nailed to the gate in bold red letters that said 'No Dragons Allowed'.

His internal monologue was pushed to its limit, and Lanno could not longer keep his thoughts to himself. "Well, now that's interesting!" he shouted, pointing at the sign. "I've never seen a sign that told dragons they weren't welcome. It would be surprising to see a dragon strolling down the main street in Seven Oaks, but I bet the city guard would be reluctant to let one in. I never thought about it before, but it seems like a good idea, even though if a dragon really wanted to, I bet it could just swoop in over there," he said, pointing at a small stretch of the eastern wall that didn't seem all that well guarded and was quite far away from the massive ballistae. "That would be a thing to see, Orein, but since they don't let dragons into the city, we probably won't, will we? However, the sign doesn't say anything about ogres or trolls, and they're pretty scary too. Do yew think we'll see an ogre or a troll? A part of me would like to, but only if it was far enough away that it wouldn't take notice of me."

He paused and looked over at Drim. "Yew know, I think yew'll be okay getting into the city. It doesn't say anything about Drow elves not being allowed. In fact, we might get to meet some inside. Do yew know of any that came to Terajin? Maybe we'll even run into a relative of yers. I sure hope we don't run into those people from the other night."

By Drimgal (Drim)

Monday, August 9, 2010 - 6:11 am GMT Edit | Link |

Drimgal looked down at the talkitive Hafling and smiled..."i hope we do not run into my familly Lano, ill tell yew that story later. meenwhile ill keep my hood up and please do not mention to anyone that i am a drow."

(O.O.C. ok guys...the day that i was fearing has come...i will be unable to post for roughlly the next 2 weeks because of preseason football and they do not hve wifi....so srry!)

By Drimgal (Drim)

Monday, August 9, 2010 - 6:11 am GMT Edit | Link |

Drimgal looked down at the talkitive Hafling and smiled..."i hope we do not run into my familly Lano, ill tell yew that story later. meenwhile ill keep my hood up and please do not mention to anyone that i am a drow."

(O.O.C. ok guys...the day that i was fearing has come...i will be unable to post for roughlly the next 2 weeks because of preseason football and they do not hve wifi....so srry!)

By Drimgal (Drim)

Monday, August 9, 2010 - 10:21 pm GMT Edit | Link |

(o.o.c. just have him follow along)

By The Young Phoenix Apprentice (Orein)

Monday, August 16, 2010 - 1:45 am GMT Edit | Link |

(OOC:

NP we'll see yew when yew get back.)


Orein couldn't help but smile at Lanno's words. He always found a way to break through Orein's moods, and that he appreciated.

"Aye... who knows what we may find in the city my friend, but first let us see about some place to rest... then maybe a little exploring."

He pushed Yah-jin on, knowing the horse could due with a good long break as well, and after a brief conversation with a nearby traveler, headed to the gate, praying they would be able to enter without much worry.

By Lanoaeth’ghel Kindersmere (Lanno)

Saturday, August 21, 2010 - 2:35 am GMT Edit | Link |

Lanno felt the press of people around them increase as they approached the gates. It was suddenly very crowded and the odor of various livestock, stale sweat and other 'substances' he could not identify filled the air. "Ugh, I don't know if I'm going to like Terajin," he quietly mumbled. Looking around, he saw the usual sort of folk that came to big cities - everyone from the noble to the common class of people hovered around the gates, slowly moving into or out of the city. However, he also saw several people clad in chains or riding in wagons with steel bars. None of them looked particularly pleased, though Lanno guessed if he'd travelled like that, he wouldn't exactly be smiling.

"Hey Orein," he said, nodding toward a small group of mud-stained men tied together with chains, being escorted by a large group of sword-wielding soldiers. "Looks like the city guard's been busy..." Lanno's sentence trailed off when he looked more closely at the 'sword-wielding soldiers', and he noticed that the men wore various descriptions of armour and clothing, none of which matched the tabards and chain-mail vests worn by the guards manning the gates. And when he looked more closely at the people inside the barred wagon, he thought he saw a couple of women, some teenagers and even a couple of children. The look on their faces wasn't the hardened stare of a criminal - instead they looked pretty darned depressing.

Lanno pointed at the 'soldiers', and leaned close to his friend. "Orein, they don't look like guards," he said with a gulp. "And those people inside the caged wagon don't look like criminals. What's going on?"

By The Young Phoenix Apprentice (Orein)

Monday, August 23, 2010 - 3:48 am GMT Edit | Link |

Orein too had noticed. He had not said anything, as to not dampen Lanno's mood at being in a new place, but this was the harsh reality in some parts of the worlde.

"They're..." He bit his lip, Sola and Luna pulsing in their scabbards at change in Orein's emotion. How could he explain it to Lanno. There was just no good way to say it. He stiffened his jaw, the emotion in his face becoming void of expression. "They are slaves Lanno. In some parts of the worlde it is legal to enslave others. To them they are nothing but livestock."

He looked to Lanno, his face very serious. If Lanno was used to Orein's hidden expression by now, he could tell how hard it was to say what he did next and how much sadness was truly hidden within his piercing eyes.

"There is nothing yew nor I can do for them. No matter how we may detest it. There is nothing we can do... my friend."

After a slight inspection from the guards, Orein urged Yah-jin forward through the gates and Lanno as well.

(TO:

The Streets)


By Lanoaeth’ghel Kindersmere (Lanno)

Tuesday, August 24, 2010 - 2:49 am GMT Edit | Link |

Lanno watched the slaves as the barred wagon trundled away down one of the side-streets. He caught the gaze of a young man - still a boy, really - who blankly stared back at him. The Hafling just stood there, feeling helpless as the wagon and its occupants left his view. His stomach felt sick, and his throat was too dry for him to respond to his friend. And then anger shook him from his thoughts.

Nothing we can do. I wonder if that's really true? Lanno knew there was nothing he could do for the people in the wagon he'd just seen - at least not with all those guards around. And since it was legal - that really ticked off the Hafling - he doubted he could raise a ruckus up in the courts. He was an idealist, but he also knew the legal system ran as much to serve the people as it did to line the pockets of the wealthy with even more wealth.

Still, if he thought about it hard enough, Lanno bet he could do something. He flicked Breeze's reigns, and followed Orein down the street, wondering what he might do.

(TO:

The Streets)


By Drimgal (Drim)

Tuesday, August 24, 2010 - 11:15 pm GMT Edit | Link |

(o.O.C. football camp is over and i am now back to normal hours!!!)

Drimgal looked over at the slaves and felt a small sort of kinship....he had been a slave of the veiw of the worlde his entire life..."and so i will break free" he wispered under his breath.


(TO: The Streets)

By Ailuranthrope, Psionic, Troublemaker - (Trask)

Tuesday, October 5, 2010 - 4:03 am GMT Edit | Link |

(FROM:

Lorimar 11, the Terajin Mile)


By the time the night-black warmare reached the gates, the travelers had slowed in their pace. First glance would predict that they were mercenaries, given their adventuring garb. The blonde man with the blue eyes seemed friendly enough, shouting something about finding lodging for the night before being waved through.

Trask couldn't help but sigh in relief as they were waved through. Apparently, whatever disturbance was going on hadn't reached these guards' ears.

(TO:

The Streets)


By Elven Geomancer, Currently in Disguise (Lumen)

Tuesday, October 5, 2010 - 4:23 am GMT Edit | Link |

(FROM:

The Terajin Mile)


The blonde man's freckle-faced companion smiled sweetly at the guards as the pair, on horseback, passed through the gate and into the city beyond.

(TO:

The Streets)


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