Post by Anthony on Jul 1, 2022 10:12:33 GMT
It's a bright, warm day today, if a little breezy. Perfectly pleasant weather for a stroll around the cobbled streets and get the lay of the land.
It's much quieter than the last time she was here. Previously the city was bustling, practically a metropolis by all accounts. People busying themselves, showing up everywhere at all times of day and night. It was a wonder she managed to get anything done at all. And even when she had made some headway, it wasn't long before the interruptions began... That was her fault though, careless work. She would need to be more careful in the future. What she was finding interesting though was how quickly everyone had moved on, certainly a resilient bunch. It's true they have had some rather... interesting times over the last few weeks. A full scale invasion from what was being said, the city evacuated and battle in the streets and at the rather strange fortification. There were certainly signs of it, some damage in places, quite a few of the shops and arcades were still closed but nothing too serious by the look of it. The rumours going around seem to suggest the harbour town to the East faired much worse. Perhaps she should make time to travel that way too?
What she was finding interesting though on her walk of the town, now she was actually spending more time integrating herself with the locals and treading the steps, so to speak, was just how much seemed to go on here. The place was like a magnet it seemed for intrigue and excitement, drama and Joy, Despair and Fancy. Some of the tales these people are telling are certainly tantalising in their details but there are so many with matching details they cannot all be flights fantasy. These people have just survived a war, off the back of another war with the lower planes, which itself was off the back of yet another war within the borders of their neighbours across the sea. Not to mention ties to the Feywild, one of their own now holds a seat of Nobility and they've certainly been to the Witching Court already. The possibilities of such a location were practically making her feel giddy with excitement! It's young but there was just so much here!
She takes a deep breath to settle her racing heart. It won't do to get carried away with things. Patience. It had been a long journey to get here - it would be foolish to rush and waste all that effort.
Something catches her eye, a few people gathered around a board, littered with papers and pamphlets. Everyone seems to be looking at one in particular though, new from the looks of things. She crosses the street and cranes her head over the crowd for a better look... looks like a list of names? Ah, of course... names of the lost. Quite the list from the looks of it. Standing there she could over hear a few of the conversations going on, interactions with the deceased, passing sightings and reminiscing's of their exploits. Not just lay people by the seem of it but some very talented and powerful people as well.
It was all very sad to see, the sense of loss everywhere. The dried tears, the bottled up frustration of the survivors. Incredibly sad, something she could sympathise with in truth. That did not stop the small smile curling on her lips, however. Sad as it may be, it only confirms her decision all the more. This would make an excellent site to work from - maybe not base herself here of course, far too busy. But definitely brimming with potential.
As she turns from the gathered crowd at the board and crosses back across the street, a breeze catches her blue hood, lifting it off her face and revealing the red hair she has neatly tied up underneath.
It really is such a lovely day
It's much quieter than the last time she was here. Previously the city was bustling, practically a metropolis by all accounts. People busying themselves, showing up everywhere at all times of day and night. It was a wonder she managed to get anything done at all. And even when she had made some headway, it wasn't long before the interruptions began... That was her fault though, careless work. She would need to be more careful in the future. What she was finding interesting though was how quickly everyone had moved on, certainly a resilient bunch. It's true they have had some rather... interesting times over the last few weeks. A full scale invasion from what was being said, the city evacuated and battle in the streets and at the rather strange fortification. There were certainly signs of it, some damage in places, quite a few of the shops and arcades were still closed but nothing too serious by the look of it. The rumours going around seem to suggest the harbour town to the East faired much worse. Perhaps she should make time to travel that way too?
What she was finding interesting though on her walk of the town, now she was actually spending more time integrating herself with the locals and treading the steps, so to speak, was just how much seemed to go on here. The place was like a magnet it seemed for intrigue and excitement, drama and Joy, Despair and Fancy. Some of the tales these people are telling are certainly tantalising in their details but there are so many with matching details they cannot all be flights fantasy. These people have just survived a war, off the back of another war with the lower planes, which itself was off the back of yet another war within the borders of their neighbours across the sea. Not to mention ties to the Feywild, one of their own now holds a seat of Nobility and they've certainly been to the Witching Court already. The possibilities of such a location were practically making her feel giddy with excitement! It's young but there was just so much here!
She takes a deep breath to settle her racing heart. It won't do to get carried away with things. Patience. It had been a long journey to get here - it would be foolish to rush and waste all that effort.
Something catches her eye, a few people gathered around a board, littered with papers and pamphlets. Everyone seems to be looking at one in particular though, new from the looks of things. She crosses the street and cranes her head over the crowd for a better look... looks like a list of names? Ah, of course... names of the lost. Quite the list from the looks of it. Standing there she could over hear a few of the conversations going on, interactions with the deceased, passing sightings and reminiscing's of their exploits. Not just lay people by the seem of it but some very talented and powerful people as well.
It was all very sad to see, the sense of loss everywhere. The dried tears, the bottled up frustration of the survivors. Incredibly sad, something she could sympathise with in truth. That did not stop the small smile curling on her lips, however. Sad as it may be, it only confirms her decision all the more. This would make an excellent site to work from - maybe not base herself here of course, far too busy. But definitely brimming with potential.
As she turns from the gathered crowd at the board and crosses back across the street, a breeze catches her blue hood, lifting it off her face and revealing the red hair she has neatly tied up underneath.
It really is such a lovely day