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Post by Entarion on Sept 22, 2004 7:50:53 GMT -5
The woods around Faentaure seem peaceful, but impenetrable. It is rare for strangers to find their way to the high gates of the town, also considering the many hidden outposts throughout the woods. Surface elves stand a fairly good chance, if they behave. Others don't. Once there, you will have little time to jump when five or six guards suddenly surround you, demanding your name and business in none too kind Sindar. Though some of them speak Common, they will not accept your speaking it- nothing but Elvish will do.
Once (if at all) you do find your way into the walled city, it does not look very different from most elven towns, though the inhabitants look on strangers with perhaps even more suspicion than most of their kinsfolk. The houses are not too large, most have gardens with many flowers and trees, the roads are clean and there are many decorations all around town- statues, great trees, fountains, but also the occasional guard tower, which though pretty is no doubt meant to defend the town should an enemy make it inside. There seem to be rather a lot of memorial plates, either near on towers or on houses, on statues...
The streets are often busy with markets or fairs, and there are always a lot of street artists. No matter how relaxed and happy the atmosphere is, though, all Elves, even the children, seem to be wearing a weapon.
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Post by Satorius on Sept 22, 2004 7:53:49 GMT -5
*Satorius teleports in as a High Elf and calmly walks towards the city. The difficult part would come when he got into the city itself.*
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Post by Entarion on Sept 22, 2004 7:59:04 GMT -5
A man in a green uniform appears seemingly out of nowhere on the narrow track, right in front of Satorius. The man has short blonde hair and a stern face. Both his face and the hand he raises in a command to stop are heavily scarred. He speaks, Sindar in a deep growl.
"Stop! Disarm."
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Post by Satorius on Sept 22, 2004 8:06:02 GMT -5
*Satorius raises an eyebrow and his hands. He had not brought his daggers with him, as he did not want them to be taken by these fellows. They could search him if they wished... of course, he was not completely defensless. He did get one thing in common with the Eladrin...*
I do not have any weapons on my person.
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Post by Entarion on Sept 22, 2004 8:16:49 GMT -5
The man makes a near-imperceiveable gesture and someone steps onto the path behind Satorius, another man- a boy really, not much older than maybe a hundred years, a hundred and ten? He is about the age of Satorius' Elven students at the Academy, but he is armed to the teeth and quickly and efficiently starts searching the stranger.
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Post by Satorius on Sept 22, 2004 8:19:35 GMT -5
*He would find nothing of interest on Satorius. Satorius just waits while this search goes on, idly remembering old times and similar situations... for very different reasons. It still struck him as strange from time to time... not that he was who he was now. Rather, that he used to be something so terrible before.*
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Post by Entarion on Sept 22, 2004 8:27:23 GMT -5
The boy nods, and the other man growls again.
"State your name and business."
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Post by Satorius on Sept 22, 2004 8:29:17 GMT -5
*Satorius smiled and lowered his arms, though he kept his hands open and in front of him*
Satorius Trevain. My business is to clear the name of a traitor. I come in peace, as you can see.
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Post by Entarion on Sept 22, 2004 8:32:05 GMT -5
The scarred man frowns deeply- the boy, who has taken a few steps back, has a blank look on his face.
"Move."
The man steps aside a bit to let Satorius pass. They're going to take him to the city, but they won't have him in their backs.
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Post by Satorius on Sept 22, 2004 8:34:54 GMT -5
*He walks before them, resting his hand in their usual position as he heads towards the city, picking what thoughts he could off of the Elves escorting him there, but otherwise not intruding too deeply. Merely reading the surface thoughts.*
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Post by Entarion on Sept 22, 2004 8:51:59 GMT -5
No other Elves appear, though from guarded, focussed thoughts flying here and there Satorius will know there are more around, keeping an eye on him. The boy seems mostly nervous, and his thoughts occasionally stray towards a soft blueish couch in a small comfortable room, and a rather big glass of sweet lemonade. The man, who follows Satorius with a grim expression, has a very chaotic mess of surface thoughts. The noises of war- swords hitting each other, people screaming, arrows zooming through the air, houses burning... Many visuals showing just that. There are scenes of people in deep purple armour swarming the streets, of a woman with a small child in her arms running for dear life, of people sitting together and laughing, of the same people falling. The smell of blood and of burning and of sweat, and intense feelings of anger, fear, bloodlust, and pain- a shooting pain in the right shoulder. Confusion, exhaustion, the woman running again.
They eventually end up at the gates of the city, where the man with the scars has a quick whispered discussion with the guards, informing them of where the stranger was found, who the man claims to be, etcetera. One of the guards enters the city through a small door.
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Post by Satorius on Sept 22, 2004 9:12:56 GMT -5
*The man had seen a lot in his life, and it had effected him deeply, it seems. That was not very surprising, overall. Very sad, all of this... so many wasted lives.
He waited at the gates in silence. Still... he was glad to see that he did not recognize the place or the surroundings at all. That at least said that he wasn't part of the tragedy, at least as far as he could remember.*
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Post by Entarion on Sept 22, 2004 9:21:56 GMT -5
After a while, the guard returns with a man in the black uniform of a Battlepriest, a few silver decorations hinting at some rank. The man looks slightly elderly, partly due to his grey hair, partly to the expression on his face. He wears swords on either side and a mace on his back. He does not seem to be afraid, he simply walks up to Satorius and bows his head curtly.
"Good day. Would you mind re-stating your name and business in Faentaure, please?"
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Post by Satorius on Sept 22, 2004 14:30:19 GMT -5
*Satorius returns the bow, bowing a bit deeper to the man than he had to him as a sign of respect*
Hello. Satorius Trevain. My business is to clear the name of a traitor, one who was once allowed to bear the name Trevain as well. Catriona.
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Post by Entarion on Sept 22, 2004 15:06:49 GMT -5
The man nods.
"I see... Very well, come along."
The man looks... weary, somehow. He turns and nods at the guards. He walks to very near the gate when he suddenly seems to remember something.
"Oh- right... Uhm. Leyloki?"
A woman steps up and drops a black ring in his outheld hand. He turns back to Satorius.
"I am sorry but you'll have to wear this ring while inside the city."
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