Location [Riverfall] The Land and Sea Gates

All visitors and newcommers to Riverfall most post here if they enter the city. This entrance combines both the Sea Gates and the City Gates.

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Built into the cliffs overlooking the Suvan Sea, Riverfall resides on the edge of grasslands of Cyphrus where the Bluevein River plunges off the plain and cascades down to the inland sea below. Home of the Akalak, Riverfall is a self-supporting city populated by devoted warriors. [Riverfall Codex]

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[Riverfall] The Land and Sea Gates

Postby Balian Martell on June 19th, 2017, 10:07 pm

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55th day of Summer, 517


The caravan had drudged along the Kabrin; The road had been long and tiring. yet on this day the general mood of the procession was lighthearted and somewhat jovial. Balian was not immune to the air of excitement, sporting a wry grin at the happy mood of those around him and feeling some infusion of energy despite his aches and pains. Sitting atop a horse for hours on end for over half the season does tend to leave one bruised and tired, however on this day the caravan that had set out from Syliras was finally to arrive at its destination; Riverfall.

The early morning had not seen a change in rolling landscape of what Balian had learned was the sea of grass, yet by midday large buildings began to rise out of the horizon and a cool sea breeze could be felt wafting over the travelers. Soon those far away buildings became larger, and the young squire was not the only one to gawk at the sight; buildings built of red stone and adjourned with massive domes, towers could be seen rising up scraping the sky. It was nothing that they had seen before, so different from the fortress city of peace. There was power and majesty to this city. It seemed a proud and dominant predator that claimed dominion over the lands around it. At the sight, the members of the caravan gave off a cheer, a load roar of hoarse voices, one that Balian couldn’t help but to add to.

They quickly came to the walls. The train of wagons, people, and horses setting off to the side of the Kabrin to allow the passage of other. Those escorts of the procession were called to the front, and Balian dutifully coaxed Ajax, his horse who had been his companion, to move forward. As he approached the gate, he could see the various members of the escorts; knights of the order had made made up most of the force, however they were reinforced by some mercenaries and warriors looking for passage or coin. He was ordered to dismount, swinging his sore leg over the saddle, only to land on shaky feet upon the firm ground. Almost instantly a giant of deep blue approached him. an Akalak, he thought to himself, remembering the discussions and stories that were told by fire light. Balian was dwarfed by this man, in both height and mass, yet when he spoke his voice was kind, if a bit rehearsed. ”Welcome young knight” the giant gave the squire a once over. If he had made any judgment on his appearance or ability, he did not share it. Before Balian could correct him that he was onlt a squire, the man continued. “You will stay at the station during your stay, yes?” strained to meet the mans gaze face to face, but again, before Balian could even answer, the blue man spoke on “Those of your order are welcome within the city, so far as you abide by our rules and laws. Here is a scroll of welcome from the city. It contains a list of our laws, a map of the city, and some advertisements from local businesses that sponsor these scrolls to be made. You can feel free to come in if you agree to our laws and turn this scroll back in when you leave so we can reuse it". The exchange seemed almost automatic, yet the Akalak guard offered Balian a small smile as he handed over the set of scrolls.

Almost as fast the blue giant had appeared, he had set off to greet the next member of the caravan. Balian was called over by his patron knight to begin helping the caravan unload just inside the city. There was still work to be done, however their journey was at an end. They had arrived to Riverfall.
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[Riverfall] The Land and Sea Gates

Postby Valour Skyglow on June 24th, 2017, 2:00 pm

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The Kabrin... it had been a painful ride. It was only the break of dawn, and as much as Valour had been accustomed to riding, sitting on a horse for hours on end, repeatedly, for days, was not her forte. She stared down at the horse that had willingly taken her from Syliras all the way to Riverfall, a sympathetic smile enveloping itself onto her colored lips. She reached down to offer it a heartfelt pat, though instead almost jolted right out of her saddle as an abrupt voice yelled out: 'We're here! We've reached Riverfall!' It was laced with joy and excitement.

Valour's family was the only source she had to Riverfall, and their only source had been countless books. Whenever they had brought up the great and beautiful city, she would be attentive and her eyes would never veer from the story-teller. Their constant flow of stories had been one of her many motivations to make the perilous trip. She began zoning out- remembering the years that her mother had cradled her in her arms and revealed numerous hand-drawn images that portrayed her view of Riverfall. Sometimes they would be painted and every inch of it - in Valour's eyes - was flawless. Her mother had a way with a brush, her strokes and overall detail were incomparable.

A sigh of longing whooshed from the teenager's parted lips, though multiple joyous voices snapped her out of her reminiscing. She had been staring at the back of the steed's head for the entirety of the time. Valour's perfectly purple eyes averted their gaze to the horizon, widening in shock at the illustrious city. Her limbs felt rather feeble as she observed the expanse of the perfectly assembled buildings. Her mother's drawings had made the city appear so minuscule, though in truth it was much like an astounding giant. The buildings were shielded by an immense wall, one that Valour would never think to scale; who would dare to, anyways? However she definitely was thinking about how interesting it would be to paint a few intricate designs on the stony surfaces.
The gate was quite large, as the caravan neared it only grew in size. It appeared to resemble a mouth ready to swallow the coming visitors. Those who stood were Akalak, as she could recall. She had never encountered one, though she had heard that they perceived the Vantha as a fascinating race. Still, she was highly intimidated by their physical appearance; towering, heavily muscled forms that stood proud by their city gates.

Before entering the city, Valour wanted to return the unnamed steed. Swinging her left leg around her rear, she nervously dismounted. Throughout the entirety of viewing the city and dismounting, the hoodie had drifted from her head and settled behind her neck. Valour picked it back up with a single hand, pulling it tightly over her braided hair. She looked for the main trader- the one who had lead the caravan. "Hey little girl, trying to return this fella?" He appeared beside her, chuckling lightly as she nodded awkwardly in response. "Alright, be safe." He gripped the lower portion of the reins and pulled the horse along, leaving the Vantha in front of a gate which lead to a fairly crowded part of the city. Of course it was crowded, it was the entrance!

Inhaling and exhaling, the reasonably tall fifteen-year-old walked hesitantly to the two, towering Akalak's. She debated on whether to take off her hoodie or not, as a form or courtesy, though quickly decided against it. One of them turned to her, thus created a faint reciprocation on her end. She tore her gaze away from the inside of the city to peer up at the gigantic man. He welcomed her and handed her a scroll in which he explained contained business advertisements, the map, laws and more. She focused on his words, though realised he expected a reply from her. Her eyes swiftly plunged into a faint yellow, representing her worry despite the straight-forward task. The Akalak clearly noticed this, though did not state anything, but merely waited. Valour stared down at the paper, skimming over the laws- something she would never dare break.

"I agree to the laws and promise to abide by them." The faint voice left her lips as she attempted to remain calm. After all, she was still quite young and so new experiences tended to leave her feeling timid.

The man nodded his head, motioning towards the city. "Welcome to Riverfall, little Vantha." He greeted her kindly. Valour nodded in response before quickly walking into the city- her priority would be figuring out her way around.
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[Riverfall] The Land and Sea Gates

Postby Naia Whitewater on November 12th, 2017, 5:40 am

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Naia wasn’t sure if she dreaded leaving the pod she come to love to dearly the last cycle of Leth, or if the lead in her gut came from the acceptance that stepping off the ship meant a kind of finality to her time in Alvadas. It was silly, she told herself- how indecisive she was about her feelings of the City of Illusions. She hated it, then she loved it. Then it was just was.

“Heads,” the Lia’s voice carried over the bustling crew, each moving and darting and speeding about, each at ease within their work- they’d come to trade in the great Waterfall City a dozen times before, and so it was only Naia who stood portside, mouth agape and eyes wide as they sailed across the Bay.

She’d promised the Lia 25 working days for her passage to the city, and it was now the 27th they’d been at sea. As foul as some of her Svefra brothers and sisters called it, the Lia would not go back on her word, or the deal that had been struck- and so the woman took as much satisfaction as she could as she watched the others work.

It took another four bells before the ship Swell was able to dock, and a half again before Naia had finished her farewells to the crew. She had to leave like this, she'd long decided- she wasn't good at drawn out good byes, and to stay with the crew until they finished trade would surely have set an invitation to join the pod.

She took a deep breath, and in a simple step off the ship she disappeared into the crowd.
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