Nyermersys - {SC} Queprur's Gate

[Leonie d'Ambert]

     Stopping her mount she glancing around, realizing that the man was indeed speaking to her. She tilts her head thoughtfully to the side and bites at the inside of her mouth before replying. "Hello there.  I'm on an errand for some flour and eggs."
     Looking him over for a moment, she wondered to herself if she should be talking to this stranger.  She would never hear the end of it from Sir Guibert if something did indeed go array with her short trip. "Perhaps you could point me towards a general store of some kind? Or any place where I can find what I need?"

[Kelancey the Green]

  Don't sneer, you fool!, Gerald thought to himself.  Don't let her see you sneer!  The jest will be up as soon as she sees it.  He bites his lower lip for a couple of seconds, obviously restraining himself, trying to formulate an answer.

  "Well, I'll have to think on that one.  Here, yes, I've heard of a general store of good repute at the other end of the southern district.  Can't recall the name of it off th' top of my head.  Head east along White Gass, and pass through the South Garden.  Turn left once you get to Beggar's Alley, a right on Hound's Way, and," [smack!] he says, punctuating his statement by slapping one open hand down onto his other, "you'll be facing Nightwind Plaza.  Finest place in all of Sarvonia for jellied orms--what's that, you've never tried jellied orms?  Oh, they're delightful!  You must try 'em!"

[Leonie d'Ambert]

     She blinked and stared at him while she tried to take a mental note of all of the directions this man was giving her.  Nodding, she gave a small but weary smile as she gripped the reins more firmly in her hands. "Thank you very much, sir.  I'm sure I'll be able to find it." Even as she said this, her confidence that she would indeed remember the directions was very small.
     "I've only brought enough coin for the flour and eggs." -- Although I'm not quite sure I'd be missing much... Jellied orms?? She thought to herself before she began to turn around through the gate. "Thank you for you help, I suppose I'll be off towards Nightwind Plaza then. Good day to you sir." With a lovely, cheerful smile she gently stroked her horse's neck and looked at the city infront of her. Now where to begin...

[Yukiko Haukea]

   Stopping just shy of the gate she gave a sigh of relief and placed her hands on her hips with a triumphant smile. Now I finally have a chance to rest on a real bed and eat real food.. Taking the first few steps into the city she glanced around, surveying her surroundings before heading off in search of a place to eat before finding an Inn to spend the night.

[Kelancey the Green]

  As you pass through the gate under the now cowed eyes of Gerald, you observe a small child leading a brown spotted dog along Queprur's Path, the lane you are currently following.  The boy smiles and laughs, asking if you have time for a game, then, before hearing your answer, he darts down the lane.  He gasps just a short distance ahead, and the dog accompanying him barks twice, sniffing at a lead rope for some domestic animal on the ground.  There is relatively fresh blood just two paces from the end of the rope.

[Khel]

Approaching the gate, Khel was tired. Trudging along the road, she slouched and her eyes were squinted in annoyance. Bristol hadn't accompanied her on this trip, and she was surprise at how good a companion the pony actually was. Sighing, she looked up and saw the gate to Nyermersys, and smiled slightly, thankful that she might get either rest or excitement after the journey. She felt along her belt for her purse, jingling its contents, and shifted the bow and pack on her back more comfortably. She stopped briefly to shake a stone out of her soft boot.

Closer, still, Khel looked up at the guard, who carried a short sword. He looked friendly enough, she supposed. "What brings you to the city of death?" he asked when she was just outside the gate.

With a flourish, Khel raised her arms, "Whatever work I can find, sir!" she called up to him. The answer was short, and vague, but she was tired and she wanted in the city. Now.

[Navar The Rogue Assassin]

Navar adjust his hood as a swift wind kicks behing him, his face is covered in the shadows of his hood. Navar gazes at the city wall. "City of Death...we'll put that name to the test." Navar sneers as he approaches the gate.

Navar was a fugitive from Nybelmar , he had murdered the Rhun of his clan to avenge the murder of his father. Fleeing into the night at the request of his loving uncle Navar made his way to the main land. Having been baptized n the flame of combat from birth, he knew nothig but combat, death, lonliness. Looking for work the Coorhem assassin thought of no better place to find work than the City of Death.

"There are those who kill and those who are killed..." Navar laughs as he slowly strolled into the city.

[Kelancey the Green]

  As Navar approaches the gate, a second guard descends from the watchtower adjoining the palisade entrance.  Gerald, the younger guard, has spitted a meldarapple on his short sword, which he takes bites from occasionally with a lunge of his head and a quick snap of jaw.  He makes a spectacle of his ferocity which is at the same time imposing and laughable.

  The older guard sports thick grey stubble on his lip and chin, though it appears recently groomed.  Pepper-colored streaks run through his close-cropped brown hair, and worry lines frame his alert grey-green eyes.  It is this one who addresses you, Navar.

  "Welcome, elven...hunter, is it?" the elder guard says to you, Navar, facing you squarely.  His eyes fix on yours, or where he guesses your eyes might be were it not for your hood concealing your face.  "I offer you my name, Master Kessen of the Nyermersys City Patrol, as a gesture of peace.  Now then, what is it that brings you to our respectable city?"

  The younger guard, Gerald, runs his eyes over you, Khel, with a grand display of disinterest and feigned superiority.  "Work, you say?  Hah, well, I've got work 'ere fer you.  Fetch me another apple, would'ja?  There's a good lass!"

  Kessen rolls his eyes and gives a meaningful, deep, bitter sigh of disappointment in the direction of Gerald.

[Khel]

Tired and impatient, Khel wasn't prepared for the guard's smart retort, "Work, you say?  Hah, well, I've got work 'ere fer you.  Fetch me another apple, would'ja?  There's a good lass!" Is eyes ran over her in a distateful way and her own eyes narrowed, taking him in. He was young, and the apple he refered to was stuck onto his sword. She snorted, looking him up and down as well. Where were his manners, she wondered? Perhaps she should teach him? Eyeing his sword, she knew it would be inefficient with an apple on it, obviously he didn't see her, nor the other man who had approached the gate, as much of a threat. She wondered if he had never had to use that sword at all in his pitiful life.

"I'll fetch you something else..." she muttered hotly under her breath. How dare he treat her that way? She was simply wanting to enter the city and get some rest. She was in no state to handle this man. She stepped forward, stooping to quickly remove her knife from her boot, and flicked the apple in the air with the tip of the  blade. Catching it deftly in her other hand, she took a bite from it and and looked pointedly at the young guard, her eyebrows raised. "Anything else to say, or may I enter the city now?"

[Kelancey the Green]

  The older guard, Kessen, steps toward you with his arm extended, separating you, Khel, from Gerald.  "That's enough, young lady.  Now, Gerald, cool your temper.  And you, Miss, I'd advise a bit cooler response with the rest of the guards, here, who may not have such slow reflexes as Gerald."  Gerald grunts a disgusted [grrgh!], and turns away from you.

  Kessen continues, "Now, Miss, do you have any quarrel with anyone in this city?"  Seeing that you indicate the negative, he follows this with, "Alright, glad we could clear that up.  Please be on your way, and register at the Town Hall at your earliest convenience.  And you, master elf, seeing that you have no battle accoutrement on you, may also be on your way.  Please be advised that weapons are not allowed inside the Town Hall nor in the Garrison."

  As you both leave the guards in your dust, Kessen turns to address Gerald this time.  "Now, do you see how easy that can be?  Why do insist on making every engagement with a new visitor into a confrontation?  Were you born without any common sense in your head?"

[Grial]

A couple started to appear in the horizon , an old orc and on his arms a female human child , a strange sight that many of the travelers passing by , opened their mouths in amaze , but Grial couldn´t care less , he was used to such stare and reaching the City of Nyermersys , he looked at the numerous cemeteries and said in a soft voice of comtempt " The City Of Death ... Its name is quite fitting , the stench of past death and battle still lingers on the air ..." , giving a look at Lyra , the child , he walked towards the guard stationed there and said with a booming voice "Greetings human may i enter ? "

[Morcaanan]

The next shift had come on duty, and Jefferrin had immediately made himself comfortable in the shade of the gate; the hot day was taxing to the nerves and body...

"Greetings Human, may I enter?"

Jeffrin yelped and groped for his pike.

"I say! You needn't yell at a person like that!" he cried in a perturbed voice. "And another thing, don't go sneak..." His voice trailed off when he got a good look at the newcomer. The orc and the child made an odd pair - that such a strong and fierce looking individual should be trying to get into the city with a little child in tow made the guard suspicious.

"Well, I, uh...I'll need a name first." He eyed the orc warily. "How long do you plan to stay in Nyermersis?"

[Grial]

"My name if Grial and i plan on staying on this city of death as little as possible .." , Grial said with a calm seeing how warily the guard seemed by his presence , " Now if i may can i enter ? " , Grial waited for the guards answer , and looked as Lyra began to act impatient , the child was tired and this delay was only agravate her mood ...

[Morcaanan]

Jeffrin mused for a moment, but had nothing to detain the orc on.

"Alright. Register at the Town Hall. No weapons in the Town Hall or the Barracks, and no trouble, Orc." He waved the two on.

[Grial]

" I don´t plan to disturb the peace in this city human , if i am left alone that is .." , his voice was calm , but a warning was clear on his words .
Turning his back , he entered the city walking the towards the city hall , to register .
Register ... this kind of formalities confuse me . Only a human mind to invent such things .

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