Nyermersys - {SC} Queprur's Gate

[Morcaanan]

Jeffrin scratched his chin thoughtfully as he watched the two newcomers went into the city.

"...if I am left alone, that is..."

"Oh? A threat, Orc?" muttered Jeffrin under his breath, unheard by anyone. "You might regret that if you stick around long enough." He returned to his shaded spot beneath the gate.

[Diamnrya]

The humidity was causing her great trouble in her travels, exhausting her more than usual from the thickness of the air and the heat causing her to sweat profusely. She rested often, both to give her aching feet a break, but also to catch her breath from time to time. Her auburn locks where a shambles because of the humidity, frizzing horribly and constantly getting in her way and bothering her eyes. Her belly, though not overly large, was still quite heavy when during her travels, especially now as she was nearing the end of her pregnancy. A small pale hand was often below her belly to help with balance and to attempt to lighten the load a bit. At times, she would feel the baby move or kick and a smile would form on her pink lips. Despite her occasional depression and fear, she was looking forward to meeting the child soon.

It had been a good year or two since she had traveled this far north to visit the grand city of Nyermersys. Much like Voldar, she had a decent customer base. Yet, since long spans of time pass between visits, it changes often and dramatically in number and personalities. She prayed she could contact at least a couple of her past customers while she was visiting, yet she did not hold high hopes for such luck. Relief washed over her as she spotted the walls of the city growing on the horizon. Greatly wishing for a good nights rest and a bath, she attempted to quicken her pace a bit, meaning she waddled as fast as she could make herself move.

As she arrived closer, she noticed a single man stands before this gate clad in light leather armor and a dark blue tunic. A short sword hangs comfortably in its belt sheath like it had most of the man’s obviously long life. The wrinkles appearing around his eyes and mouth had been there for a while now, already past his mid forties Gerald’s appearance held little of his former youth. His beard was accompanied by similarly graying hair tied back loosely and he stared out with a sullen gaze holding experience and wisdom but no trace of the alertness reflected in his attentive posture.

"Good day m'lord," she panted when arriving at the gate.

“G’day. What brings you to the City of Death?” Gerald demands in a husky voice.

"Simply looking for work, food, and rest m'lord." She replied, still trying to gain control of her breathing.

[Niccoli Faust]

Gerald regarded the slightly scruffy, and obviously with child

"Alright, y'll be need'n papers 'en." Just follow me this way.

Gerald motioned to the gatehouse, which was placed within the gate itself, the door still hung slightly off it's hinges and the stone looked worn in someplaces. A few wayward weeds had grown up between cobbles displaced by an early frost some years ago. Gerald could no longer count how many times he'd stubbed a toe on one of those raised cobbles. The gatehouse was out and the wind whistled idly down the chiminey and through the little cracks in the chiminey's mortar.

"We'll be need'n yer name an' I'll having three san off ye, unless ye've got papers, in which case I'd be need'n ta see 'em." Gerald had long since roled his sleeves up and leaned against the wall in the shade where it was marginally cooler.

[Mika]

Mika and Softly, his mount had been travelling since late the previous night since his unfortunate removal from a tavern. Mika hadn't suffered much, and no-one had considered touching Softly after he had come downstairs wearing his full battle leathers after the brawl. It had been a stupid thing to get upset about, after all, he couldn't do anything about the felines after what their owner had done, but it had raised his anger that the man, he had called himself one but Mika didn't believe him, didn't care at all for his actions. Sadly his Lyre had been damaged in the initial scuffle, having only narrowly missing being used as a weapon in his anger. It was the first thing he intended to get seen to when he arrived.

Softly nickered and shook her head as they approached the city, it came into view long after she had told him of it, or rather after she had informed him of the scent of fresh water. "Soon Darlin'" He thought as he leant down and patted her neck and withers, a gentle touch to her brought her to a halt.  He decided to change before he rode fully into sight as more than a speck, his long riding shirt exchanged for a darker sleeveless one, more commonly used when he was fighting than on peaceful business, his intention purely to show his wealth of scars and tattoo's "it might help to make an impression", he thought remembering that many men attempt to size up to each other in the way stallions do. In the same vein he changed his leather trews for a more formal, and infinatly more comfortable kilt. With the breeze between his knees a much more welcome sensation than the stifling he had put up with before he remounted and carried on toward the city.

The crests on his armour would be visible to any sharp eyed archer as he approached, his sabre was resting in its sheath now, his quarterstaff resting in an old lance cup by his right foot. He spotted the guard and the run down gate house, automaticly eyeing up the defense of the gate. His dark brown eyes settle upon the guard as he leant against the shaded wall, even though he was still out of earshot for the moment. It wasn't long however, before Mika and Softly stood near the gate. He dusted himself off slightly as he was questioned.

With a gentle sigh he reaches around into the saddle bag behind his left buttock and pulls out a small bundle of papers, wordlessly he shifts through them, obviously looking for one or two specifically. His movements are obviously slowed and as he swings to return the main sheaves to the saddle bag, it is easy to see that his leather armour restrict him but only slightly. With a gentle and apologetic smile he reaches down and proffers two small sheaves of paper to the guardsman. One will state his permission to trade under the Samuals family name, the other is a vouchment for him from the Centauraurian army of his notable good conduct and discharge from the cavalry.

Still he has not answered the guard and a dark coloured, light scarf remains around his neck, covering the wound there. "I just hope he he isn't the belligerent type" Mika thinks as he indicates for the guard to take the two papers with his left hand, the right still holding the quarterstaff as Softly stands patiently, occasionally idly shaking her mane. 'Water.. soon promised' her actions said to him.

[Niccoli Faust]

The guard quickly looked through the bits of paper. Gerald had never been one for paperwork, but everything seemed in order. "Looks in order. Ride on sir" he said passing the papers back up to the rider. It was always nice to see someone who knew what they were doing, he thought as the silent rider passed out through the gates.

@Mika: You have free reign within the city for the time being.

[Mika]

The guard quickly looked through the bits of paper. Gerald had never been one for paperwork, but everything seemed in order. "Looks in order. Ride on sir" he said passing the papers back up to the rider. It was always nice to see someone who knew what they were doing, he thought as the silent rider passed out through the gates.

Mika nodded and smiled broadly as he turned stiffly to replace the papers in the saddle bag. He slipped the leather thong back into its noose and secured it again, a nearly imperceptible twitch of his heels and Softly stepped forward and through the gates. 'Were in now lass, lets be finding a place to get you some water and arrange lodgings for the night' Mika thought to himself as they passed through the gates and looking up at the middays sun. 'after I brush you down, I should be able to get a few hours in down at the market, see if there are any craftsmen in.'

He rode slowly down the street thinking slowly, a gentle smile on his face. Perhaps the city plaza would be the best place to start, if he was going to look for a new bloodline, he might as well look like a horse dealer. Humans were so picky about who they spoke to , or where they spoke, and if he couldnt do anything about one, he'd do something about the other.

((OoC: Heading to Main City Plaza, Thanks))

[Brash]

     Brash yawned and removed his left hand from around Cale's ankle to wipe the sleep from his eyes. The boy had fought with him last night like every night before and then decided to wake up before the sun. He has refused to wake up at that time, rolling over in the tent they shared and pulling a blanket up over his head. The boy say by him for two hours, poking him every once in a while and saying 'Dad, up'. When the sun had finally spread its light across the land he had given up and reluctantly untangled himself from the blankets. He had send helped his son change into clothes for the day before sending him out of the tent to check on Jak and Danto. It had taken little time for him to get dressed and pack up their gear and after that they were off.

     When he shook his head to clear his mind and yawned again, the boy took hold of his hair and laughed as he swayed a bit on his father's shoulders. That happiness was infectious and Brash couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. As he walked along the path he exaggerated steps and hopped a step or two sometimes. Cale clung to his father's dark brown hair with little fists as he bounced up and down on his shoulders, laughing almost non-stop. Jak watched the closely and when the little boy got a bit over excited and leaned to one side, threatening to send both father and son to the ground, she growled at Brash, believing it all his father. He straightened and put the three year old back into a position in which they could move easily. The little boy laughed still and grabbed another fistful of hair.

     "Settle down girl," Brash told the dog, "he's fine."

     Jak let out the breath in her lungs quickly, in a manner that could only be called a laugh, and looked warily at the boy. Cale rolled with laughed and called out 'Jak' at that little display. Brash laughed with the boy and continued walking, leading the pack pony by a rope tied to his belt. Ahead he could see the city walls and gate growing larger as the covered the distance. The sun beat down upon them heavily now and his shirt was already damp with sweat, while the shoulders were soaked where the boy was sitting. With a quick warning he let got of Cale's legs once more, attempting to tug his forest green shirt and black legging straight, and wipe sweat from his brow. It would have been pointless to attempt to smooth his hair since little fists still clutched chunks of it.

     The gate and wall were only a half a dozen peds away now and he could hear the youth on his shoulders whispered a word that did little to describe his amazement. Brash had to grin. No matter how many cities they visited, and even though they had lived in Voldar for a time, the boy was still shocked by the sheer size of the cities. As they approached the gate he saw a couple people standing out there. One was a woman, but her back was turned toward the road that she had apparently traveled down earlier this day. The other was a guard, and he leaned against the wall, trying to escape the suns rays. Brash moved forward, figuring the sounds of Danto moving along the road and the slight clanking of his gear would give him away. The last thing he wanted to do right now was sneak up on anyone, but then that probably wouldn't be possible even if he was alone.

     "Good 'ay, ma'am, sir," Brash said politely with a kind smile on his face. He could tell Cale's eyes were still on the wall, but at the sound of his father's voice he turned back toward them.

     "Hello," Cale said in his little high-pitched voice, untangling one hand to wave at the people. The little boy looked at the people before the gate, shaking his head a bit to move his brown hair out of his eyes, mimicking the small motion from his father. Bright green eyes like his father's peered down at the people, while his shaggy hair slowly crept back over them.

[Diamnrya]

"Alright, y'll be need'n papers 'en." Just follow me this way.

She followed him to the gatehouse, noting she was not quite sure by what he meant by papers. Never had she been asked about papers, yet most people knew who and what she was, so no questions were really asked. The 'house' was obviously old and worn, needing a good necessary touch ups to allow it a few more years of life, yet it deemed sturdy enough to not fall on them as he mumbled about paperwork and the like. She had some paperwork on her, but most likely not nearly enough nor what type he was questioning. Yet, something is better than nothing.

"We'll be need'n yer name an' I'll having three san off ye, unless ye've got papers, in which case I'd be need'n ta see 'em."

Sorting through her pack, she gathered up the loose papers - which showed a good bit of wear and tear from travel - handing them less than elegantly into his awaiting hands.

"I am not sure if these are the papers you are requesting, but I hope they are at least partially of what you are searching for." Nervously awaiting a response, she bit her lip and tapped her feet impatiently.

   "Good 'ay, ma'am, sir,"

"Hello,"

The sound of the voices caused her to forget the nervousness she had been experiencing, and it was quickly replaced by curiosity of the new arrivals.

[Azhira Styralias]

Azhira El'rosse approached the city gates walking with a confident stride. Under her dark cowl, her eyes scanned the gates before resting upon the lone city guard.

Azhira sighed softly and put on her best smile. She worked hard not to appear suspicious and would only tell this guard what he wanted to hear. She hoped that the guard wouldn't notice that she was in a hurry as her face was flushed and her breathing came rapidly from constantly moving and looking over her shoulder for those who would want her dead. Although she was sure that she had left her enemies far back in Ximax, she was not one to take chances. Azhira had used most all her funds to purchase caravan and ship rides this far north and this was to be her final stop.

Once again, she was going to start a new life in a new city. Hopefully, this time she would be more careful with whom she associated with. Her former mentor, Mona, was a fellow thief but unbeknownst to Azhira, Mona was also a wanted woman with a price on her head. Unfortunately, Mona paid that price with her life but only a week ago.

As Azhira approached the guard house, she saw that the guard was busy processing another visitor. Also standing nearby was a man with a small child. Azhira moved to be next to the man in order to obtain a better view of the guard house activity. She watched curiously as the guard shuffled some paperwork given to him by an attractive woman who was...pregnant? Azhira stared at her belly and felt a wave of despair wash over her. Her stomach churned and she forced herself to look away.

The image of an infant boy flashed in her mind. Her son. But he was taken from her after only a moment of being together.

Azhira steadied herself by kneeling to one knee so as not to pass out. No one else seemed to notice as a single tear escaped her eye and dropped to the ground.

[Niccoli Faust]

"Yes'm these'd be what we're looking for, step this way." The guard indicated the guardhouse. "Be with you in a momment sir, ma'am." Noticing his second addressee had fallen to one knee he went to check, "You alrigh' ma'm?"

[Azhira Styralias]

Azhira stood quickly and cleared her throat. Such displays of emotion were unheard of with Azhira and she worked hard to control them where her past life was concerned. She dismissed the display as a result of fatigue from her long travel. Nevertheless, if she was to make a new life in this city, she had to not show such weaknesses.

"I am...ok," Azhira replied to the guard. "I am tired is all. I've traveled a long way. I am in need of a rest. I think I shall keep going on to the next town. I may camp in the wilds for a time. But I cannot stay. I may return later."

With that, Azhira turned and left the guard. She waited a while before bursting into tears and allowing herself to cry. This city was not for her but she was confident that she would find somewhere to call home.

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