Protecting my Devotion - Group 19
Characters: Vincent Valentine, Rishfee, Cid Raines.
Progress: In-Progress.
Summary: THIS. IS. MEMORIAAAAAAAAAA.
Location: ???
Date: 11th March.
Warnings: TBA~
The Mire had suddenly illuminated with a pink glow. It was almost as if the stars themselves were falling, and all, including Rishfee and his current opponent had abandoned their task to kill each other and looked skyward. Most of the monsters within the mire without the capacity of thought had fled; yet the beastmen remained; trapped inside the same wonder as the blue mage.
And suddenly, so suddenly, the surroundings changed within a bright flash. The air became filled with familiar smells, coffee beans, spices, herbs, all kinds of foods- the horrid smell of burning that came from the alchemist's guild, and finally the smells of the people. Unwashed mercenaries, scented ladies, flea-bitten qiqirn, and even the odd yagudo. Voices, too. The voices were loud; much louder than anything he'd heard upon Gaia, simply because of the number of people which milled about the capital being much larger than probably even the entirity of Gaia.
Half of Rishfee wanted to stagger. Half of him wanted to question what exactly had happened, how exactly any of this was even happening. Gaia-- where was Gaia? What happened to it? Was it all imagined?
It had to have been. This was here, and this was real. It was the Empire-- Protected by tall ramparts, the impregnable fortress city of Al Zahbi, the capital of the western half of the vast Empire of Aht Urhgan. The city was exactly as he remembered -- it resembled a labyrinth, with the roofs of stone buildings joining to form paths around structures built on a higher level. The serpentine designs seen throughout the city represented the two-headed snake king Zahak, the symbol of the Empire.
This section of the city was the Merchant’s Ward. This diverse ward was home to merchants and craftsmen who provide their services to the area’s throngs of traders, mercenaries, and adventurers from foreign lands. In the background, faintly, one could hear bards performing upon traditional instruments in one of Aht Urhgan's many street shows.
Come one, come all! See the amazing walking, talking, sleeping, fighting Muffin the Automaton tell the tale of the "Happy Red Spring"! Will Muffin ever find the face she was truly meant to wear?
Looking for a paladin! We're doing Operation: Grounded Seagull at the commissions office and need a paladin! Help!
Colosseum tickets! Colosseum tickets! Come and get your colosseum tickets! Next match: Goobbue versus Antlion! Filling up fast! Place your bets here!
The minstrel of melodies is my name, for a mere Imperial bronze piece I will tell your past! You tales of honour, valour, courage and shame, the river of memories is deep and vast!
Can anyone give me a free teleport? I'm broke and the jerks at the hostel kicked me out after my money was spent...
Progress: In-Progress.
Summary: THIS. IS. MEMORIAAAAAAAAAA.
Location: ???
Date: 11th March.
Warnings: TBA~
The Mire had suddenly illuminated with a pink glow. It was almost as if the stars themselves were falling, and all, including Rishfee and his current opponent had abandoned their task to kill each other and looked skyward. Most of the monsters within the mire without the capacity of thought had fled; yet the beastmen remained; trapped inside the same wonder as the blue mage.
And suddenly, so suddenly, the surroundings changed within a bright flash. The air became filled with familiar smells, coffee beans, spices, herbs, all kinds of foods- the horrid smell of burning that came from the alchemist's guild, and finally the smells of the people. Unwashed mercenaries, scented ladies, flea-bitten qiqirn, and even the odd yagudo. Voices, too. The voices were loud; much louder than anything he'd heard upon Gaia, simply because of the number of people which milled about the capital being much larger than probably even the entirity of Gaia.
Half of Rishfee wanted to stagger. Half of him wanted to question what exactly had happened, how exactly any of this was even happening. Gaia-- where was Gaia? What happened to it? Was it all imagined?
It had to have been. This was here, and this was real. It was the Empire-- Protected by tall ramparts, the impregnable fortress city of Al Zahbi, the capital of the western half of the vast Empire of Aht Urhgan. The city was exactly as he remembered -- it resembled a labyrinth, with the roofs of stone buildings joining to form paths around structures built on a higher level. The serpentine designs seen throughout the city represented the two-headed snake king Zahak, the symbol of the Empire.
This section of the city was the Merchant’s Ward. This diverse ward was home to merchants and craftsmen who provide their services to the area’s throngs of traders, mercenaries, and adventurers from foreign lands. In the background, faintly, one could hear bards performing upon traditional instruments in one of Aht Urhgan's many street shows.
Come one, come all! See the amazing walking, talking, sleeping, fighting Muffin the Automaton tell the tale of the "Happy Red Spring"! Will Muffin ever find the face she was truly meant to wear?
Looking for a paladin! We're doing Operation: Grounded Seagull at the commissions office and need a paladin! Help!
Colosseum tickets! Colosseum tickets! Come and get your colosseum tickets! Next match: Goobbue versus Antlion! Filling up fast! Place your bets here!
The minstrel of melodies is my name, for a mere Imperial bronze piece I will tell your past! You tales of honour, valour, courage and shame, the river of memories is deep and vast!
Can anyone give me a free teleport? I'm broke and the jerks at the hostel kicked me out after my money was spent...