[Riverfall City Gates] All PCs Post Here From The Grasslands

[Nascha]

67th Day of Spring, 510 AV

Nascha barely glanced up as she approached the gates. Her attention was focused on the small bird nestled against her neck, shying away from the sun in the shade her head provided.

It was also attempting to make a nest with her hair.

With practiced ease, Nascha teased her hair from its tiny beak. “It’s not there for your convenience, you know.” She told the small creature with an air of seriousness that only just concealed her smile. Still, the bird persisted in tugging at her hair. Sighing, she reached for the wicker cage hanging from her backpack and spoke softly to its occupant. “You think you can handle being on my shoulder for a little? Just until this one gets less energetic.”

Although the crow inside the cage could not understand, it did not protest as she placed it on her shoulder and scooped the small bird in to the place where the crow had been. Rather, the crow gripped the material of her cloak for purchase and amiably nipped at her, whilst the bird began to weave itself a small nest with the grass fibers which Nascha had used to line the cage. Pleased with this far more comfortable arrangement, Nascha proceeded towards the gates, which were only 50 paces from her.

She could see the Akalak guards on duty, and had to force herself not to stare. She had not encountered any before, and found them interesting. They didn’t need to know that, though. Nascha at last reached the gates and found, much to her discomfort, that she would have to talk to the guards in order to find an inn.

“Excuse me,” she said, not sounding as if she wished to be excused at all. “Could you tell me how to get to the inn?” Her Common was still accented by the language of her own people, but she knew that, by now, she spoke clearly enough.

[Charon]

To watch a woman approach the city gates with a slightly uncomfortable posture and demeanor was a not a terribly uncommon occurrence. In fact, many patrons and visitors to the city had some nerves stored up about something they were doing whether it was some impure intentions or simply the fact they were arriving at a new city where they knew nobody or nothing about their new surroundings. This woman, however, stood out from the typical entrants to the city and that might be mainly attributed to her companion that traveled with her.

She seemed genial enough and it was not like an Akalak to press a female to harshly when they were attempting to gain access to their precious city. Her voice was not pushy, not was it familiar, but the Akalak guard which she approached answered with a helpful attitude. "Of course. The popular place to go is the Kulkukan. I think you'll enjoy it well enough, but you still have a bit of a journey in front of you." The guard smiled before waving his hand, motioning for her to continue into the city while he matched her stride for a few more moments. "The Kulk is in the third tier of Riverfall, which is all the way at the Suvan's edge, three thousand feet lower than where we stand now. You'll reach it before nightfall, I'm sure. Think of it as a way to see a good bit of our beautiful city and be sure to take a break if you need to!" She was going through the gates by now and the Akalak waved her on satisfied that, though slightly, their odds were just a tad more in their favor.

[Gideon Linvaille]

TImestamp: Spring 31st, year 510

It had been a fortnight now.

Gideon had been searching for a pair of men who had killed three Drykas in cold blood, one who fit a description that matched those of the men who had killed his parents. He had heard they went in the direction of Riverfall, and he was hot on their trail. Or so he thought.

"I'm so close now," Gideon thought. "I can feel my parent's souls thirsting for justice. It won't be long now mother... father..."

The man was by no means plain looking- he wore banded mail over his frame that was slightly obscured by black robes which whipped wildly about in the wind from below as he crossed the bridge with zeal evident in his stride. Nothing would slow the man down on the trail his duty blazed.

With a courteous nod, Gideon passed through the gates and into the city, his palm resting on the scabbard wherein rested his broadsword.

[Griffith]

Date: Winter, Day 82, 507 AV
Location: City Gates
Tag: Flashback

A figure wrapped in a dust-darkened, originally cream-colored cloak with a hood approached the city gates. He threw back his cowl, revealing the tan, sun-hardened features of a Benshira, right down to the hair and the eyes. He nodded tiredly, but respectfully, to one of the gate guards. After a moment, he approached one of them, gave his name, and received directions to the nearest cheap inn. He proceeded into the city beyond.

[Panex Iustitia]

Timestamp: Spring, Day 34, 510 AV

A young man, his dark clothes stained by travel, walks toward the gates of Riverfall. A black cloak was slung over his shoulders, his face concealed by a mask that covered his tawny skin from below his leathers up past his mouth, ending just above his nose. He closes his eyes and heaves a heavy sigh, at once pleased and displeased to arrive in a city. Pleased at the prospect of ale and perhaps a good job.

And displeased because I must now deal with... people, he thinks, no trace of relish in the idea. Well, I suppose all things are a double-bladed sword...

A composite shortbow was slung over his right shoulder, fully strung. Father always said an unstrung bow was a useless bow. For all the good that did him. A katana clanked at his left hip. Normally it would be strapped down, but Panex did not see the need for stealth here. He meets the greeting of the guard with an icy stare, then walks inside.

[Khiara]

13th Day of Summer

Khiara guided the broken and weary horse along the bridge leading to the gates of Riverfall, the city over the falls. Her dull golden eyes looked to the stone road, concentrating on her footsteps. It was hard to believe they'd even made it, but the vantha knew they weren't out of the woods yet. Vsenri needed urgent medical attention and somewhere to rest. He ran on only her willpower now.

Reaching the soaring watch towers, Khiara finally looked up, shielding her eyes from the late sunset. It was a beautiful thing, and any other day she would have marvelled at it. Instead, she simply sighed with relief. Looking back down at the guards, she began to walk, then froze...her gaze settling on one then the other. They were...blue! Blinking and shaking her head slightly, the vantha frowned. Was she seeing things? Looking at the other people entering the gates, she finally brought her gaze back to the guards. It seemed they were real enough.

To tired and to weary to try and make sense of it all, she simply spoke to Vsenri, urging him on.

[Vanator]

Timestamp 14th of Summer, 510 AV Ever diligent, the Akalak sentries spotted the two riders at a great distance, their images blurred by the waves of heat rising from the dry plains. Spyglasses brought the horseman into closer focus. They were a male and female. Closer inspection revealed yvas on the horses, a sure sign of the Drykas.The woman, her dark curly hair twisting in the breeze, cradled a spear in her arms, while a large battle ax swung from the yvas of the man with her. Both were clad in leather armor, the woman's covered in studs. Of course they would not have traversed the grasslands lightly, no one knew that better than the horse clans the perils of the Sea. When they finally reached the gate beneath the towering walls, Kashik and Vanator dismounted, leading their lathered Striders to the wide gates. Van tilted his head back to take in the massive towers, turning to scan the walls that stretched out in either direction. After 35 years of living in the Sea of Grass, Riverfall was the first permanent structure Vanator had ever seen, aside from Watchtowers. He marveled at the sheer size of it. The two Drykas approached the heavily armed Akalak gatekeepers. Van had only seen a few of their kind before. They were....unnerving. Giant and rippling with muscle, everyone of them appeared to have been chiseled out of some blue stone. But from what he had witnessed from his father's interactions with them, the Akalak were well mannered and peaceful. The sentries nodded politely, one guard stepping forward, carefully inspecting each rider. Van caught his eyes looking at Kashik, pausing when he noted the Chevas mark on the dark bronze skin of her neck. His eyes darted to Vanator, leaning slightly to see the identical mark, a spear and a battle ax crossed, on the male Drykas' neck. A bright white smile erupted on the Akalak's face as he declared in a deep booming voice. "Welcome to the City of Riverfall. We hope you enjoy your stay."

[Voros Redsun]

1st of Summer 510 AV

The Summer sun rose slightly over the town of Riverfall and in the distance a boy and a horse could be seen walking towards the town, guards in the distance noticing them crawled from their posts to greet the boy but he was still a slight walks away from arriving at the city. A small smirk crawled onto the boys face as he neared the glorious city of Riverfall, he smirked from the sheer coincidence that he had left on the first day of summer of all times knowing that summer sun anywhere he could tell it was going to be humid this day and for the rest of the days to come. However he knew he had to leave for back at Endryka he was going no where fast a fate that Voros couldn't bear, especially since the ones that cared about him had ejected him from their minds even now he assumed that they believed him to be dead, perhaps by the ironic death of a glassbeak? The gates neared as Voros walked alongside his horse towards the place, normally he would have been riding the horse but because she had taken some injuries as they rocketed through Cyprus he thought he should let the horse recover and get something to cover the minor cuts and bites on his lower legs. He arrived at the gates seeing the two guards at their post, their blue skin was an abnormality to Voros but he was not one to be racist and as they gave their greeting to him he simply nodded and went inside though he knew little of the city he would figure it out as he went eventually ending up at the Kulkukan Tavern and Inn...

[Kikova]

First Day of Spring in 510 A.V.

A beautiful Seme mare with an obsidian coat and shimmering white hair pulled one the odder contraptions seen in this region. It was a wagon with a tent erected on it. A silly looking thing but the intent was clear: a make-shift caravan. Seated on the wagon and holding the reigns of the horse was a slight Konti woman wrapped in a light cloak of soft green linen over a dress that was long and flowing, colored to match. Kikova was exhausted from her travels.

Never before had Kikova left the sacred and beautiful shores of her home Mura, and that was saying a good deal for she was no fresh-faced maiden, though she looked the part to those that did not know the Konti very well. Kikova was a century and a quarter old, decisively middle-aged for a Konti woman. And she looked worn and overjoyed to see the massive city of Riverfall, if not also a bit intimidated.

It was a much more intimidating facade than she was used to. But her tarot cards had led her to believe that this city was a good starting point. Riverfall was where she was meant to be. They had pointed rather inconclusively towards family and Kikova was not sure what to make of that. A possibility ran through her mind, one that was quite possible in Riverfall if the stories she heard were true, but she did not want to get her hopes up. Not yet.

Her tarot cards ahd led her here, Kikova could almost smile if she were not so tired. The Call had hit her later than many of her sisters and that was the real reason she was here. Here to paint and to record. She wanted to bring back images of the world to the secluded Mura so her sisters could see what she had seen. And she wanted to write so her children and grandchildren would know what she learned. She did not want things to be forgotten.

So without being stopped, Kikova, who was as unassuming as they come, was allowed into the great city of Riverfall. Her heart was faint.

[Rakoshnor]

78th day of Summer in 510 A.V.




Rakoshnor soared high above the ground looking to see the distance between himself and the walls of Riverfall. He had been traveling for hours now and was trying to make a decision between continue onward or to rest for the night as he was prone to do. Finally making the decision to yet again keep pushing forward he landed. After he landed he shifted from his red-tailed hawk form and started to grab his clothes and put them on quickly. Finally he stood ready his longbow across his back his quiver around his waist and his hood covering his face. Starting his last stretch of his journey he finally arrived at the gates looking to the guards his face hidden just enough to keep an air of mystery to his person until he pulls back his hood to reveal it and blinks his eyes a couple times to get a better feel for his surroundings and adjust to the sights.
His grey eyes took in everything they could as he stepped forward into the town as he watched the people as they went about their business in a rush or slowly depending on the seriousness of what was going on in their busy lives. Finally sighing he headed for the closest tavern and opened the door sitting at the closest table.