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Meziah
Apr 18, 2010 13:55:16 GMT -5
Post by Veros on Apr 18, 2010 13:55:16 GMT -5
(OOC: You can start your characters either at one of the Inns, entering the town, or exploring any section. I managed to type it up faster than expected.) Here's a general idea map for you so you can get the idea of the layout. Meziah Linked for massive size. (2000x2000) Meziah, a metropolis that holds a critical point between two massive cliffs with one river going through was ruled by a tyrant until two years ago when the current leaders came to power through a powerful rebellion backed up by that of the church. The seven co-leaders are Roy Blair, Elizabeth Blair, Blake Brown, William Krevas, Johnathon Williams, Lia Amakiir, Beau Thorngage. Roy, Elizabeth, Blake, William, and Johnathon are all humans, while Lia is an elf and Beau is a halfling. Each of them specializes in different abilities, Roy is a powerful paladin known for his concern with the well beings of the people. His wife, Elizabeth is a priestess of the church and helped push the overthrow of the tyrant king. Blake, interestingly enough, is an Archmage, and well known for his talents in the field of conjuration. William - nothing to peculiar about him, the owner of a monastery. Johnathon is a bit odd though, he hardly fits into the high social class that was bestowed upon him - since he was born and raised in the wilderness area nearly twenty days away from Meziah. Ah, Lia who can forget her beauty and grace? Even when she has taken the form of a hawk or cat. Keying the stereotypes is Beau - a rogue; the self-proclaimed best 'collector' ever. The city itself was very well set up, surrounding the large circular city was a very tall sturdy wall made of steel reinforced concrete with massive swinging steel gates. The whole city was set up in a spindle like fashion – five major roads let to the center, mile other roads carried traffic up and down in between, and the roads all branched off in arcs connecting all the roads together. All of the buildings inside the town are at the bare minimum made up of wooden boards while most of the major builds are concrete or steel reinforced concrete. The four major roads are North, South, East and West. All of the arced streets are numbered starting at 1st circle right encircling the city hall, where a group of legislators and political co-leaders meet frequently to discuss laws and other things. 50th circle in compassed everything that was right up against the walls. The first few buildings from the main streets are all set up to handle travelers – equipment venders, including magic trinkets, along with churches. All of the churches around the main roads belong to the same goddess, Airmid. She is a goddess of healing, medicine, and spring. The church on the North road frequently boasts of it having Roy and Elizabeth Blair as parts of their church membership. All along the main roads the rest of the way down to the Town Hall are inns and stores of all sizes including a few banks. The most noteworthy inns are Charon's Faire, Wandering Warrior, Dew Drop Inn, and Delialah's Wine Den. They are the most popular inns for travelers to stay at. Charon's Faire is on the West Street and probably has the best food of the four and easily the largest selection of foods to pick from. They also offer a number of other services, massages, saunas, among others usually for not much extra. Sadly, they are considered part of the North-West section of town which is the 'dry' sector of the town and can't serve alcohol. It's also fairly close to a major guard outpost and crime near it is very low. Although this doesn't bother Blake Brown who visits often for the sauna and massages. Wandering Warrior is on the South Street frequently they have numerous celebrations and singing bards within it. The rate of bar brawls at this inn are shocking very high, but with it's distance from any of the guard outposts the worst they have to worry about is other patrons or the fearsome inn keeper. Beau Thorngage frequently visits and hangs out around here enjoying the parties that go on. Dew Drop Inn is on North Street and in the same dry sector as Charon's Faire. Inside it's theme is that nature. It's covered in plants and flowers on the inside and even has a water fountain in it for decoration. Most of their meals are very healthy but not many of their dishes include meat except on request. They easily have the best fruits and all of their drinks are excellent. Even though their drink selection is limited to different kinds of juice, fruit smoothies, herbal teas, and water. They are almost as close to a guard outpost as Charon's Faire and have a low crime rate. Other than Wandering Warrior, it's hard to find an inn that's cheaper than Dew Drop Inn. The place is owned by Johnathon Williams and Lia Amakiir both of whom live in the place. Delialah's Wine Den is setup on East Street and holds the largest selection of wines and is one to the two major ones that serve alcohol. It is set up with countless pictures and fancy decoration that gives it a feel of truly high class elegance. Like the Charon's Faire they are the leading competitor for the best food and food selection in general. Crime rates around the place are moderately high, yet almost none of it gets reported or responded to. Almost everything that isn't on the 4 main streets are either residences or small community centered jobs or buildings – tailors, blacksmiths, grocers, et cetera. In the center of the town, the stone and metal city hall stands surrounded by a metal fence and the buildings on the circles near it are either government buildings or jails. The laws in the area are fairly typical – no stealing, assault, murder, arson, et cetera. They do not have public intoxication laws, but they do punish excessive disorderly conduct out on the streets. Most of the punishments are either small fees or a night or so in jail, the exceptions being particularly violent crimes. Murder is generally met with either life in prison, being forced to be part of the towns first army division that goes into battles first, or being executed – the person's choice for the first time. The second should they manage to ensures them execution. Generally they execute by means of a trial by combat – if they beat the champion of the city, they are free. Second time around are always trial by fire. Then trial by water, then finally a firing squad of mages and archers. Unless the person picks to die by some other method. The city's champion fighter is Johnathon Williams who is also one of the town co-leaders. In combat it's said he's one of the most fearsome combatants as he goes in to fury where few can match his speed or strength. His ability to simply shrug off attacks also makes him particularly good at the task.
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Meziah
Apr 18, 2010 18:17:17 GMT -5
Post by rainbowlife on Apr 18, 2010 18:17:17 GMT -5
(OCC: Alright my first Role Play post, I hope it is good)
What was he thinking? A question that crossed Ahara’s mind over and over as he rolled over in a soft bed, where the bed came from or how he found it didn’t seem to matter very much. The Monks banging gongs in his head occupied most of his thoughts, was it the heavy coin purse or the need to drink as much as the house had to offer, Ahara couldn’t pick.
“Owwww......M..y....wha...t is it?” Ahara tried to put his sentences in order as he sat up “One of two things happened last night, one I had a great time or two something very bad happened and I drank so much I can’t remember it.”
Ahara got out of the bed slowly as if his limbs where strained or broken, once Ahara finally managed to stand another question dawned upon him, were could his draping have went, he was not by any means naked a white shirt and under dressing covered him from being fully exposed. After a few moments of overturning the room trying to find his clothes he was successful. Ahara changed into them as quickly as he could, with his luck a husband or a wife or both could storm into the room to give him a good strike for trying to seduce or succeeding in seducing their other half.
He made his way down the stairs of what he then gathered to be an Inn, he thought momentarily about asking at the desk if he paid but then he assumed that Inns take your money in advance. After checking the room, he noted the drink supply was limited to juices. Logically he realized this was not the place that he was intoxicated. He walked to the door look at the plants covering the room, he seemed so engrossed with the plants he very nearly walked in to the water fountain that was used for decoration. Ahara opened the door and took a step out on to the street; he turned to see the sign on the door that read “Dew Drop Inn”
Ahara walked out on to the street to see what this day had to offer.
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Meziah
Apr 18, 2010 22:46:52 GMT -5
Post by Ninmast on Apr 18, 2010 22:46:52 GMT -5
Night was falling fast on the city, and its herald precluded it by comparable moments as he stepped through the doors of the Wandering Warrior. Had the paladin been present, evil-detection would have probably sounded off like alarms. Instead, the tall, dark and devilishly handsome man blended right in with the rabble. There was a growling like that of a large dog still outside and he reached back with a gloved hand and hushed it, then looked over the room with his pupilless silver eyes, reflecting the place and its contents like a mirror until he blinked, then some more until he blinked again.
Finally, the blonde man's gaze, crowned by a well-buffed ivory horn, fell on his target and he casually made his way across to the bar where a particularly short halfling sat nursing some sort of local liquor. He threw his leg over a stool and motioned to get the bartender's attention, then gestured idly toward the halfling. "I'll have what the johgo is having," he told him. The word wouldn't have been familiar to them, but even the careful speaking of the newcomer wouldn't have hidden the fangs within his mouth.
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Meziah
Apr 18, 2010 23:26:37 GMT -5
Post by Veros on Apr 18, 2010 23:26:37 GMT -5
*Ahara - North Side Day-time*
The street hand a number of people though mostly humans traveling up and down the major road he was standing on. The wide road was made of a single piece of solid slate - obviously an impressive display of magic was used in it's construction.
Lining the other side of the street was a number of shops: weaponry, jewelry, armor smith, general goods, magical goods, and alcohol vender. Even a fair sized chapel was set up just a little bit down the road leading towards the center of the town.
*Dorian Wandering Warrior Night* The bartender looked up and down at the man before him, before he glanced at over at the short halfling that he'd gestured to, "We don't get very many tieflings in here. I assume you mean Beau--but house special, Dragon's Breath, coming right up."
It didn't take him very long to pour a large tankard full of the deep orange liquid and set it down infront of Dorian, as small white suds formed at the top. "Watch out it bites." After he sat it down, he watched Dorian waiting to see if he actually manages to drink it - or just gags and asks for something else.
For alcohol, it'd have a significant bite to it. Most anyone not accustomed to the foul flavor or the burn of it as it went down generally gagged the first time: even a few dwarfs gagged at the drink.
(Think 5 alarm chili spicy mixed with the taste and alcohol content of whisky.)
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Meziah
Apr 18, 2010 23:46:48 GMT -5
Post by Ninmast on Apr 18, 2010 23:46:48 GMT -5
"That's quite alright," Dorian answered, flashing a perfect, if fanged, white smile. "So do I." And he tipped it up and drank from it. He didn't gag, and even managed several gulps before he set it back down. A moment went by, then he quickly shook his head back and forth as if to clear it. Afterwards, he licked his lip.
"Not bad," he remarked. "It lacks finesse, but it goes straight to the rotgut." He fished out a couple gold coins and tossed them onto the counter for the bartender before turning to the halfling. "Now, Beau, was it?" he asked, and if his eyes could express themselves, they might have suggested he had known such when he came in, which wouldn't have been surprising. "Perhaps you could clarify something about the city's laws to me? For instance, if I, oh ..." He tossed his hand around as if trying to come up with a scenario off the top of his head. "... say, trashed a bar full of civilians, is it true it'd get me into the military?"
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Meziah
Apr 19, 2010 5:13:44 GMT -5
Post by raptorman on Apr 19, 2010 5:13:44 GMT -5
Illerin had just arrived in the city, and as such he being who and what he was planned to first establish what sort of opposition he would be up against in bringing this city and possibly in the far future, this world to the Worm. But before he could begin the process he needed to know the opposition. Which likely would include the local leaders and the larger local religions. As such his first step had been to ask for directions to send him towards first the political center of the city and secondly towards the religious area. But that had meant he had to ask for directions, and it had seemed his flat grey face and odd attire had slightly disturbed the person he had talked to.
But he had gotten the directions he needed and he was heading in the direction that he had been told the political center of the city was. Perhaps there would be something to work with here.
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Meziah
Apr 19, 2010 14:53:11 GMT -5
Post by rainbowlife on Apr 19, 2010 14:53:11 GMT -5
*Ahara - North Side Day-time*
Ahara walked down the street weaving in and out between people, he was torn between trying to watch where he was going and looking at the massive slab of slate he was walking on. Soon as is customary for Ahara his head arch came back to him. He started looking for a shop that might carry something for his pain, Ahara’s eyes shot back for forth as he was looking around. He spotted what appeared to be a shop selling general goods, perhaps something good like medicine would be inside.
“Good enough for me.” He said to himself as he walked into the shop.
He looked around for anyone he could find who may work there, after a few seconds of looking and tilting his head to look into the back he called out for some one.
“Hello? Anybody home, there is what could be considered a prompt need for some healing goodies. Really even if the cow out back pooped it out I’d try it.” He said once again looking to the back of the store.
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Meziah
Apr 19, 2010 17:46:20 GMT -5
Post by Veros on Apr 19, 2010 17:46:20 GMT -5
*Dorian* "Rare to see people able to hold that down," the bartender's blue eyes quickly darted to the side at Dorian's fanged smile. Though when he heard the sound of the coins on the counter, he turned back and picked them up. "Thank you."
At the question, the short halfling glanced up from liquor at the demonic spawn. "Well, for starters, trashing everyone in here would be an interesting sight but a good number probably have a weapon of some kind on them. Sure, you'd probably get either a massive fine or jail time normally--though we do let the people pick other punishments usually. So it's possible if you survive long enough for the watch to show up. Generally that'd take long enough most bar brawls are long over so no action is taken except in cases of a serious thrashing."
The short man took a long swig of his liquor, and then brushed his bangs with his finger tips, "Plus if you hurt the tables and the innkeeper comes down and sees it he'd be infuriated. I'd hate to be on the receiving side of his steel."
*Illerin - daytime?* When he got to the political center of the town, conveniently located in the center of the town, it was bustling with people moving about some of them carrying crates of materials while others were carrying nothing but cases.
In the very middle was the tallest building in the section, a single ten story building made of a combination of slat and metal with glass windows set on most of the floors. Surrounding the square building was a circular yard and even a tall metal fence with the double swinging gates open and two human sized soldiers suited in half-plate with swords and shields at their sides. What race they are is impossible to tell due to their helmets hiding significant identifying traits.
The buildings around it looked much less important, abet still made of the same materials. By the looks of it, none of this section was made by hand. All of it was of magical make.
*Ahara* It was a fairly tall slender woman, obviously an elf by her pointed ears, that turned around the corner of the aisle to see him. Her auburn red hair fell across her face and almost covered her deep green eyes and soft features. A smile was stretched across her thin lips, "Saesa omentien lle. (Pleasure meeting you.) I am Lia Amakiir, and I heard you are in need of healing? This place doesn't offer much to help that, but I can probably be of service."
She then fully came around the corner, bringing her green and brown tunic and soft brown leggings into view. Around her neck was a simple necklace with a small spring of holly inside a crystal. Her eyes run up and down him quickly, "Elandili (Half-elf), I see your elven traits, but I don't recognize the other."
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Meziah
Apr 19, 2010 18:07:29 GMT -5
Post by raptorman on Apr 19, 2010 18:07:29 GMT -5
-Yes daytime, midday about I think-
Illerin took in the city center at a glance and his slightly serpentine grey tongue slipped out for a second. This truly was a magnificent city, it would make a perfect starting point for the world order he hoped to succeed in bringing forth this time. He took specific notice of the soldiers, their concealing armor made it difficult for the Wormssson to see any details about them. But from past experience he didn't think two soldiers would give him undo trouble. His hand touched the sword at his side for a brief moment before slowly moving away again.
He walked forwards toward the two men on what appeared to be guard duty. His brown and gold robes swirled out behind him as he walked and his grey wrinkled face was just visible through the stylized slightly draconic looking headpiece he wore, at least that was what the helm would look like to the people of this realm in all likelihood. He raised a gloved hand in greeting to the soldiers. "Greetings. I am Illerin Wormssson and I would like to speak with those who rule here. I give my word I am not here for violence of any stripe."
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Meziah
Apr 19, 2010 18:23:19 GMT -5
Post by Veros on Apr 19, 2010 18:23:19 GMT -5
*Illerin*
The soldier on the left was the one to begin speaking first, and when he did it'd be obvious he at least was human, "I'm sorry... Illerin, but we are unable to allow you in with your weapons. You must hand over any weapons before we can let you inside. You will be allowed to have them back as you leave though."
Then the other one began talking, "If you possess magical abilities, you may not use them inside unless give explicit direction to do so." This one was a female, and by the accent in her voice she was probably of elven descent. "The people inside can direct you to who you need to see."
The two of them stood there eying him to see how he'd react to the rules imposed on all outside visitors.
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Meziah
Apr 19, 2010 18:32:29 GMT -5
Post by raptorman on Apr 19, 2010 18:32:29 GMT -5
Illerin waved a hand casually and inclined his head. "Of course, you have your protocol and we all follow orders. Though allow me to give you a small piece of advice, don't touch the sword, just the sheath." He slowly removed the sword and it's sheath from the place where they hung at his waist. "I won't zap your leaders or anything of that nature, do not worry." He spoke with a certain wry humor and his wrinkled face split in a slightly condescending grin. He extended the arm that held the sword and sheath to the human guard.
"Now if you wouldn't mind pointing me in the correct direction. I will be out of your hair." He paused and his voice sounded menacing for a moment with some old force to it. "Do not lose my sword"
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Meziah
Apr 19, 2010 20:00:59 GMT -5
Post by rainbowlife on Apr 19, 2010 20:00:59 GMT -5
Ahara’s ears perked upon the elfish woman’s observation, Ahare walked down the counter way keeping his eye on the woman thinking of what he would say, he stopped for a moment to admire a product on her shelf. He looked back at her with a smile; he looked into her green eyes before taking a deep breath.
“You’ll have to excuse me, my Elfish is not very good, I’m a child of two worlds as it were....” Ahara counted on his hands for a brief second “Sorry 3 worlds, what’s two quarters and one half...what kind of a fraction is that? You never need to know this kind of thing when you’re cutting people up...it’s not like we take the dead bodies and do fractions with them....sorry I seem to be getting off topic, madam...”
He walked back toward her “But to perhaps answer the question that is on your mind, my father gave me some of his demon traits, and some human...but no one is perfect. “
Ahara turned around on counter now facing away from Lia he looked up at the roof and smiled.
“So Lia was it? Pretty name, surly someone as beautiful and as successful as you has something to cure a head ache, a simple hang over?”
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Meziah
Apr 19, 2010 20:35:34 GMT -5
Post by Ninmast on Apr 19, 2010 20:35:34 GMT -5
*Dorian*
The Reaver smirked at the mention of weapons. "No need to worry about me, my friend," he answered as he reached down and casually slid the side of his coat aside, revealing the weapons sheathed there. "I always come prepared. I doubt you've seen many like them, you know." he ran a gloved finger down a silver hilt decorated with runes. "Pure silver, this one," he informed the rogue. "Laced with so much Siriyu magic it'd look to any mage worth his salt like a handheld bonfire." He reached to his other side and tapped a sanguine hilt. "And this one ... well, she's enchanted, but not to the same level. She's more a support role to the other. Hasting magic, you see." He let the coat fall back around them and sipped from the brew again. "And, of course, in the unlikely event that one of these drunkards disarmed me, I'm quite confident in my ability to handle them all without any weapon at all."
After a moment, he glanced back to the halfling. "So say I last until the Guard arrives. Probably means I beat up everybody here in order to do so; please don't bore me with mentions of impossibles, this is only stipulation. I then go on to be put on your front line or some such. Wonderful strategy, by the way, I love it. Throw the worst you have at your enemy. Your most vicious, your criminally insane, and watch them butcher or be butchered. One way or another, there's a pest out of your hair. Anyway, say I end up there. Then sometime later, I do something else. I then face execution, right? Is it true it's a Colosseum execution, against the city's champion, who is also one of the ruling members of the council?"
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Meziah
Apr 19, 2010 21:19:46 GMT -5
Post by Veros on Apr 19, 2010 21:19:46 GMT -5
*Illerin*
The man grabbed the swords sheath from Illerin, "We can easily keep up with your blade." Then he pressed his hand and the sword against the wall and whispered lightly, "Tessa sina." Immediately the slat wrapped around his hand and the sword and he pulled his hand out leaving the sword inside the wall until Illerin was ready to leave.
Meanwhile the female pressed her hand against the door and it clicked and swung open revealing a single large room with the same mystical make as the outside of the building. On the far side was stairs on either side, one going up and one going down, and a young man sitting at a semi-circular desk up against the back wall. Even from the door the glowing symbols saying in over 20 different languages "Help Desk" was glaringly obvious. "He can point you to where you need to go."
*Ahara*
"Two fourths and a half. Usual combination to say the least."
At the words of his demonic heritage, she whispered something very quickly and very softly - he'd still probably hear it though. "Aman tel' Seldarine ho (Bless him)," it was a prayer of sorts. "I am sorry to hear of it--of the trouble it must of put you through. But I do have something for your headache. I was just here to grab a few more plates for my inn, but that can wait." Even as she had said it, she mostly kept a soft smile on her face--she saw no evil in him, Elizabeth's magic made sure she was never unaware of an evil being's presence.
She walks path Ahara towards the door, "Just follow me to Dew Drop Inn, and I will make you a batch of one of my herbal remedies. My guests have found them very helpful after a night of partying."
*Dorian*
"Interesting blades - though I've never heard of the Siriyu before. I'll have to bring that up with some of my associates. So either, you are a sorcerer of some kind yourself or you are a monk. Judging by your possession of magical weapons, I'm leaning towards the sorcerer side." The halfling began scratching at his sideburns while Dorian spoke of the laws--obvious he did some ground work looking into local laws.
"Well... It is possible. I've seen it done before. Actually we don't do it to throw our worst, per say, but to keep the law abiding citizens from get killed if possible. Or at least that's the explanation. My personal take is right up your alley--plus they tend to be a lot more effective in my opinion. You don't have to train them as much for better results."
Beau tilted his head to the side, "Yes, commiting a major crime followed by another significant crime does but you up for execution. Not always a Colosseum style, some choose other methods of dying. Or simply manage to survive other methods and some such. But generally it is the city champion, though we have had another member of the council step in and fight instead because Johnathon was away for a few days. Watching Roy fight that day was simply dull in comparison. Ever seen a paladin fight? Boring but effective." Almost with every sentence he took a small sip of his liquor.
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Meziah
Apr 19, 2010 21:29:15 GMT -5
Post by raptorman on Apr 19, 2010 21:29:15 GMT -5
Illerin nodded to the two guards as a calculated show of respect before walking into the building. His eyes adjusted instantly to the slightly dimmer light and he glanced around. Curiosity was awoken by the unusual crafted architecture of the building and some others he had noticed within the city. But his primary focus was on the help desk. He twisted his face into an expression of conciliatory goodwill and then with casual seriousness he spoke to the man behind the desk. "Greetings, I am Illerin Wormssson, I come to speak and offer my unique services and wisdom to you leaders, could you kindly direct me to who I should speak to?" He inclined his head again to show respect. That often made people easier to work with, he thought of what he would do with the city then smiled.
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