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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The carriage crests over the summit of yet another hill as it creaks forward on its way to Summerford, the distant village which had sent the request for assistance from the Freeswords. The beautiful, sun-kissed hills all around are streaked with tilled farmland waiting to be sown and pocked with small herds of livestock being led around by their shepherds. |
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| + | A salamander being waves lazily at the carriage as it rolls past him. He's leaning back against a tree, taking solace from the sun under it's shade. In his hands are his simple meal for the day, little more than a piece of bread, some foraged berries, and a bottle of rye beer to wash it all down with. In the distance, another salamander can be seen leading a flock of bovine livestock creatures to their pasture. This sight is one that repeats itself as the carriage rolls along, until the village itself comes into view. | ||
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| + | The farmland all around gives way to scattered cruck houses, all simple structures of mud, wood and straw topped with thatch roofing. The clear air of the countryside gives way to the scents of a being-inhabited area. The aroma of cooked foods and lit hearthfires snakes in the air alongside other, muckier, less pleasant smells. The carriage rolls past a rather large graveyard on the very edge of the village. As the First Text commands the burial grounds are well-kept in respect of the dead that lie beneath the soil.<br> <br>Rokarion is seated in the carriage. The plant being decided to come for various reasons, to help the populace, to see this strange beast, as well as to get more accustomed to Sweetwater's countryside. The plant being spent most of the trip drawing sketches of the various vistas, giving his doodles more attention as they get closer to the village which seems to be mostly populated with salamanders, not that odd for small villages. The plant being peers again through the window, looking at the graveyard and then the village itself, looks like they will dismount soon. <br> <br>Reginald , currently sitting inside the carriage, was busy taking in the passing scenery. The lynx hadn't said much during the journey, but could very rarely be found without an arm placed, with care, around a certain shadow wolf. Despite being well travelled, the feline had yet to pass out this way, and part of him enjoyed the experience of being on the road again.<br> <br>Fenris sits in the back of the wagon beside a midget, mechanical gladiator. The big tiger looks kitted out for a fight, but is currently happily playing a long, ornately carved flute.<br> <br>Bazalt Rests his head on teh lynx's Shoulder-STaring out the Window for now-He himself hadnt been out this far and was Quite looking forward to it, oh and you know helping people too!<br> <br>Kazel has not payed much attention to the scenery. The heavily armored bat has been passing her time with her current book, but has put it aside for now to peer out of the window of the carriage, her fingers strumming on the helmet on her lap.<br> <br> The mute nurse shark of course didn't say anything during the journey, merely listening and watching. She's in a different mood than normal, more protective than anything. A clever eye probably sees the folder0 of grid-lined parchment in her oilskin coat's pockets, though little protection aside from the creator wetsuit and her jacket. She idly draws different lines as they ride along, trying to see if her random musings approximate spells.<br> <br>The carriage stops next to a large, very well kept garden. It seems to form the center of the village, and several important-looking stone-and-wood buildings surround it. At the center of the garden lies a small shrine to the Creator Saints, surrounded by wooden benches spread all around it in a semicircle. A blue-spotted salamander being dutifully tends to a rose bush nearby, only briefly stopping her labors to glance at the carriage. | ||
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| + | A salamander being wearing a militia outfit stands outside of one of the buildings, which on closer inspection is identified as the Mayor's Office. Immediately attached to this building is a Guardhouse, and next to that is an imposing building with an elaborate, well-maintained sign identifying it as the Trading Post. | ||
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| + | A Ringed Salamander emerges from the Mayor's Office in the distance, and makes his way across to the carriage as you begin to disembark. "Ah, finally!" He remarks as he looks over the gathered group. "We've been expecting you for quite a while. You're the Freeswords, yes?" He smiles. "Not many folk arrive here in a fancy carriage like that."<br> <br>Rokarion closes his book as the carriage comes to a full stop. The plant being exits the wagon, stretching his limbs after the journey before looking at the apparent mayor. "Greetings there sir. I am not a Freesword, but I would be happy to help." the plant being answers in his usual nonchalant tone. <br> <br>When the lynx sees that the carriage has come to a stop, he gives the wolf a gentle nudge, before rising to disembark. Upon reaching the ground, Reginald takes a moment to look about him, and can't help but let a smile grace his face. What he saw before him was quite a beautiful and cosy village, a sight welcomed, and a sight not as frequented as it should be on Promise. It is then that the feline's attention is brought to the ringed salamander, to which he makes his way, and nods in greeting.<br> <br>Fenris hops down off the back of the carriage with his golem and gives a lazy salute as he stows his flute and awaits orders.<br> <br>Bazalt Blinks and follows the Lynx and He blinks again and gasps. "Wow.. a.. a Villaige of.. Zuri's! so.. many!" he says smiling. He moves to Stand beside the Lynx and walks with him "well... Nice place." he says quietly, tail wagging softly in teh dirt behind him.<br> <br>Kazel gets out of the carriage after putting on her helmet. The bat casts an eye about the village and rolls her shoulders, while she waits for the details to be announced.<br> <br> Cirra nods a bit as she disembarks, looking around. She slides her chalkboard out, knowing it will be more useful than trying to sign to folks. She looks around, then writes on the board, trying to speak with the salamander who stepped out. /Is there a description of the beast? Someone seen it?/ She keeps her writing neat and short, not having a lot of room. | ||
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Log
The carriage crests over the summit of yet another hill as it creaks forward on its way to Summerford, the distant village which had sent the request for assistance from the Freeswords. The beautiful, sun-kissed hills all around are streaked with tilled farmland waiting to be sown and pocked with small herds of livestock being led around by their shepherds.
A salamander being waves lazily at the carriage as it rolls past him. He's leaning back against a tree, taking solace from the sun under it's shade. In his hands are his simple meal for the day, little more than a piece of bread, some foraged berries, and a bottle of rye beer to wash it all down with. In the distance, another salamander can be seen leading a flock of bovine livestock creatures to their pasture. This sight is one that repeats itself as the carriage rolls along, until the village itself comes into view.
The farmland all around gives way to scattered cruck houses, all simple structures of mud, wood and straw topped with thatch roofing. The clear air of the countryside gives way to the scents of a being-inhabited area. The aroma of cooked foods and lit hearthfires snakes in the air alongside other, muckier, less pleasant smells. The carriage rolls past a rather large graveyard on the very edge of the village. As the First Text commands the burial grounds are well-kept in respect of the dead that lie beneath the soil.
Rokarion is seated in the carriage. The plant being decided to come for various reasons, to help the populace, to see this strange beast, as well as to get more accustomed to Sweetwater's countryside. The plant being spent most of the trip drawing sketches of the various vistas, giving his doodles more attention as they get closer to the village which seems to be mostly populated with salamanders, not that odd for small villages. The plant being peers again through the window, looking at the graveyard and then the village itself, looks like they will dismount soon.
Reginald , currently sitting inside the carriage, was busy taking in the passing scenery. The lynx hadn't said much during the journey, but could very rarely be found without an arm placed, with care, around a certain shadow wolf. Despite being well travelled, the feline had yet to pass out this way, and part of him enjoyed the experience of being on the road again.
Fenris sits in the back of the wagon beside a midget, mechanical gladiator. The big tiger looks kitted out for a fight, but is currently happily playing a long, ornately carved flute.
Bazalt Rests his head on teh lynx's Shoulder-STaring out the Window for now-He himself hadnt been out this far and was Quite looking forward to it, oh and you know helping people too!
Kazel has not payed much attention to the scenery. The heavily armored bat has been passing her time with her current book, but has put it aside for now to peer out of the window of the carriage, her fingers strumming on the helmet on her lap.
The mute nurse shark of course didn't say anything during the journey, merely listening and watching. She's in a different mood than normal, more protective than anything. A clever eye probably sees the folder0 of grid-lined parchment in her oilskin coat's pockets, though little protection aside from the creator wetsuit and her jacket. She idly draws different lines as they ride along, trying to see if her random musings approximate spells.
The carriage stops next to a large, very well kept garden. It seems to form the center of the village, and several important-looking stone-and-wood buildings surround it. At the center of the garden lies a small shrine to the Creator Saints, surrounded by wooden benches spread all around it in a semicircle. A blue-spotted salamander being dutifully tends to a rose bush nearby, only briefly stopping her labors to glance at the carriage.
A salamander being wearing a militia outfit stands outside of one of the buildings, which on closer inspection is identified as the Mayor's Office. Immediately attached to this building is a Guardhouse, and next to that is an imposing building with an elaborate, well-maintained sign identifying it as the Trading Post.
A Ringed Salamander emerges from the Mayor's Office in the distance, and makes his way across to the carriage as you begin to disembark. "Ah, finally!" He remarks as he looks over the gathered group. "We've been expecting you for quite a while. You're the Freeswords, yes?" He smiles. "Not many folk arrive here in a fancy carriage like that."
Rokarion closes his book as the carriage comes to a full stop. The plant being exits the wagon, stretching his limbs after the journey before looking at the apparent mayor. "Greetings there sir. I am not a Freesword, but I would be happy to help." the plant being answers in his usual nonchalant tone.
When the lynx sees that the carriage has come to a stop, he gives the wolf a gentle nudge, before rising to disembark. Upon reaching the ground, Reginald takes a moment to look about him, and can't help but let a smile grace his face. What he saw before him was quite a beautiful and cosy village, a sight welcomed, and a sight not as frequented as it should be on Promise. It is then that the feline's attention is brought to the ringed salamander, to which he makes his way, and nods in greeting.
Fenris hops down off the back of the carriage with his golem and gives a lazy salute as he stows his flute and awaits orders.
Bazalt Blinks and follows the Lynx and He blinks again and gasps. "Wow.. a.. a Villaige of.. Zuri's! so.. many!" he says smiling. He moves to Stand beside the Lynx and walks with him "well... Nice place." he says quietly, tail wagging softly in teh dirt behind him.
Kazel gets out of the carriage after putting on her helmet. The bat casts an eye about the village and rolls her shoulders, while she waits for the details to be announced.
Cirra nods a bit as she disembarks, looking around. She slides her chalkboard out, knowing it will be more useful than trying to sign to folks. She looks around, then writes on the board, trying to speak with the salamander who stepped out. /Is there a description of the beast? Someone seen it?/ She keeps her writing neat and short, not having a lot of room.
