Archadoon City Gates (All PCs Post Here Before Entering City)

[Soldier]

The great stone walls surrounding Archadoon towered over even the largest Giants that may have come to seek entrance to the city. The walls themselves were carved of beautiful white and rose granite, and climbed to a height of nearly 75 feet. They were obviously newly made, the stone fresh and unweathered. The walls were created to truly fortify the city, not just look good, though they certainly seemed to manage both well enough.

The plaques that had once hung proudly upon the walls, proclaiming this to be the city of Arkdun, were now retired, gone but not forgotten, possible future additions to an Archadoon museum. In their places now hung newer, more elaborately carved and designed signs, proclaiming this to be the city of Archadoon, the Pearl of Libertas Bay.

Upon the parapets, and located near the largest of the portcullises were well trained and highly disciplined guards. Each guard, whether he was Human, Dracon, or any number of other races, was clad in one of three types of armor. The humans and other human-sized guards around the base of the wall wore plate mail. All of the plate mail clad guards seemed to be on ground level, milling about and checking Visas. Each of these guards carried their own particular weapon of choice, as well as a standard long sword, and the standard of the city of Archadoon on their shields. Each guard’s helm was of an open-faced design, and forged in such a manner as to appear to resemble a dragon’s head, mouth agape.

The guards wearing the next heaviest armor were the Dracons. The Dracon armor consisted of steel scale armor, and a modified open-faced helm to match. Each of the Dracon guards carried, once again, their own personal choice for weaponry, as well as a standard long sword. Some of these Draconic guards meandered about at ground level, but it seemed that these men and women preferred to be stationed high upon the walls. While one may think that unwise, it wasn’t exactly difficult for them to come to ground level by simply gliding down if need be.

The final group of guards was fewer in numbers then either of the previously mentioned types. These guards were clad in leather armor, and carried with them one long sword, a long bow, and quivers filled with arrows. These men and women were quite obviously the archers of the guard, and well equipped at that.

Each member of the guard bore not only the symbol of Archadoon upon their shields and tabards, but not a few also wore the howling wolf of Clan Fianna. The Barbarians were being blended into the ranks of the guards and local army, the remnants of the Crimson Lions once more starting to equip, train and rebuild.

“Serale citizen!” came the booming voice of a gate guard, a massive brown Dracon clad in steel scale mail and wielding a wickedly double-bladed two-handed battle axe. “If you would be so kind, have your visas at the ready, and be prepared to inform the guard of the location you have come from. A guard will be by to assist you momentarily.”

OOC: Originally written by GM Gryffin (With upgrades)

[Gwyneth Ralcor]

Timestamp: 1st of Imperos, in the Season of Autumn, Era II of the Celestine Mandate, Era XIV Post Fractum

Having accomplished what she set out to do in the city of Archadoon Gwyneth left the city after being in it for three months. As she walked out of the gates she waved good bye to the guards and began to whistle as she walked off to another adventure in another city.

[Pescado Branch]

Timestamp: 1st of Junctior, Autumn, Era II of the Celestial Mandate, Era XIV PF

The saurid made his way towards the city of Archadoon, having heard that there were undead there. Perhaps it would be nice to test his skills, and mysticism upon the undead. Making his way up to the guards, he looked them slyly in the eyes, and then handed them his Visa, in order to be allowed into the city. They looked at him for a moment, handed his Visa back, and waved him through the gates. He took his leave of them, and entered, unbothered, and truly unnoticed.

[Gilles de Craon]

The Month of Kalendryas,
in the Season of Winter, Era I of the Celestine Mandate,
Era XV Post Fractum.

The dust from the road clung to his cloths, he would have to change once he found a bath. His mother had never looked with favor upon a dirty child, and the habit was strongly ingrained in his psyche. The young nobleman had his visa ready for inspection as he neared the gates. His eye taking in the sights of the new city.

'Serale, my friend. I seek schooling within the city, could you do me the great favour of directing me.' His voice was crisp with a slight boyish twang. Once he got the desired information he made it into the city, hoping that enrollment was still availible.

[Amael Farmourner]

Gwyneth Ralcor

The massive Dracon simply nodded at Gwyneth as she strode out the protective gates of Archadoon, raising a clawed finger to his brow he turned his attentions back to his duties.

Pescado Branch

It was true, the Dracon never gave the lizardman a second glance after he looked at the Saurid's Visa and waved him him. "Serale and Welcome to Archadoon." Impassively the dirt colored Dracon sighed and ushered the next person forward.

Gilles de Craon

"Visa, please," rumbled the Dracon as he accepted the piece of parchment from the traveling Human. Glancing it once over the scaled guard handed it back and nodded, before tilting his head at the question.

"There are a few schools, most were burnt to the ground after the fire. The most current one is the Institution of Thorns I can give you directions if you please."

[Dartalion]

Dartalion walked up to the gates with Feniox in tow they had several reasons for returning to this city one being he had heard a rumor that his old friend Vincent Stefan had reopened the Ravens Wing and as a former member he felt obligated to rejoin. Second this whole zombie mess seemed reminiscent of what killed Darkcron and both he and Feniox sought to find if there was any link between what was happening now and what killed their brother. Third he planed to help rebuild this city in Jorel's image. He held his visa up to the guard and simply said "I've come along with my brother to rejoin the Ravens Wing." once the guard nodded and let them pass He went forward and headed toward the Ravens Wing once more

[Feniox Ghost]

It had been a while since he left the academy, and in that time he had made amends with his apparently half brother, something that he really wasn’t aware of until late. Now he was in the business of settling family issues, one had been kinda settled (OOC: will edit when final.) and now he was settling another family issue, his full brother Darkcron's death. He held his visa out for the guard to view it, once it was acknowledged he followed his brother in the gates and opted to look around for a few moments to see how the city had changed, he would catch up later.

[Vincent Stefan]

16th day of Kalendryas in the Season of Winter, Era I of the Celestine Mandate, Era XV Post Fractum.

Three men soon came into view of the gates of Archadoon, there body's showing the sign of hard travel. One of the men on a brown horse, was human, carrying a short bow, and a short sword. He wore the uniform of a military man yet curiously a raven's wing cloak. The man sitting on a black horse next to him a elf, wore the same, yet visible there where no weapons on his body. Only a strange pare of gauntlets. The last man also on a black. Was nether elf or man, but something between. He wore the same uniforms as the men yet, appeared to hold a higher rank. Sitting on the man's shoulder was a raven, it's black feathered body reflecting bits of light here and there. From the guards position it was clear that the half elf, had only one eye, the other covered by a patch.

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Vincent was relived to see the city finally in range. They had ridden for longer then the Provost was used too and so a pain, not much different then his first ride, reminded the half elf that he needed to ride more. Practice always got rid of such feelings. As the three men contiued there way The gates of the city soon became much larger. Before long they found themselves within the confines of the entry way, with the Checkpoint right in front of them. However, of all the things Vincent had thought to find. Raven's Wing personnel manning the gates was not one of them. Pulling up just in front of the check point, the half elf regarded a man who bore the black cloak and Dark blue of his Mercinary force.

"Ho there, Where be it you think you are goin. Especially ridding in here dressed in cloaks of the Raven's Wing." The man spoke levelly but his hands where already reaching for his sword. Saddly Vincent did not recognize this particular person. Perhaps he had been recruited here. Ether way the provost was not in the mood to deal with this situation. Luckily he did not have to. From down the far end of the walkway, came a all too familiar clicking sound. Though faint it soon became much more pronounced as Lrass the druid got closer. "So what is the situation here." remarked the mercenary, to the gate guard. "These men are looking to enter the city. However I was about turn them down, as they clearly must be brigands they where the cloaks of the Raven's Wing." Looking up to inspect the men on horseback more closely. Lrass almost jumped out of his skin when he noticed whom it was the guards where speaking about.

Not even bothering to answer the guard Lrass walked out and very awkwardly bowed. "Sir, I had not expected to see you here so soon." Began the elf druid "Migeria said you would be staying at Chainlya this winter. What has changed?" It was at that moment that the dawning of realization flew cross the gate guards face. Something akin to horror soon followed. Running forewords the man dropped to one knee, following saute all other members of the Raven's Wing at the gates soon did the same. Encoring them more out of tiredness then annoyance, Vincent responded to the druid. "I worried for the organization...as it appears those worry's where not very justif...." Abruptly the half elf turned to the men who where still kneeling at his horses feet. "Would ye cut that out already, Do I look like the regent." The half elf's rebuke caused a tremor of laughter to fill the gates. "All I want is a bit of rest....more questions can come later after that." As understanding filled the elf druids eyes, the current second of the Raven's Wing called to the guard who had first spoken to the travelers to come over. "Take the Provost over to the new Raven's Wing building...He has not seen it yet." Then too Vincent, Lrass added. "You will find much has changed...better you find out now rather then later. Oh and I do need to see your visa's, City laws..you know the drill." After the check was completed the druid reached into the pouch at his side, Pulled a pill, popped it into his mouth and returned to his duty's at the gate.

Following the orders given the gate guard indicated the direction to travel, and then began to move that way himself. All the while with a look something of something much like aw in his eyes. Vincent encored it, as he dismounted and lead his horse behind the man. Vencenti and Kurt both forgotten threw all of this followed after there commander...traveling passed the gates and deeper into the city.

[Larien Gil'dae]

36th brightening in the Month of Ponutis, Winter
Era I of the Celestine Mandate, Era XV Post Fractum

The young woman's pale emerald eyes widened in barely contained awe as she gazed upon the swiftly looming city. Its walls seemed to stretch forever upwards, the white and rose granite glowing warmly in the light from the twin suns at midbrightening. "Absolutely beautiful," she whispered, glancing towards her companion as she did so. The elven man riding at her side was fair in both hair and eye, though his smooth skin held a little bit of color, his long honey-colored hair hanging loose over his shoulders in a series of intricate braids. "It is, arwenamin." His face was smooth with dispassion, his icy blue eyes not even twinkling with good cheer as he kept his gaze fixed straight ahead. Larien merely smiled. It was just Erivan's way. He was always the quiet one, whereas Lorvus was always chatting, laughing, and jesting. It was because of that that Larien decided Erivan would be the better of her two bodyguards to bring on her little expedition while Lorvus was left behind in Medonia to watch over her properties and to take care of Aran and Imirie, her two Ghostbane puppies.

"Do you know what this city is?" The elven maiden questioned the longswordsman riding at her side, her hands tightening slightly upon the reins to keep the Sandbred mare beneath her in check. Erivan's lips twitched slightly downwards in a frown. "I am not sure, arwenamin. Once we draw closer, maybe there will be a way for us to find out discreetly..."

Indeed there was. Plaques hanging upon the great walls proclaimed that the city was Archadoon. "I have never heard of it before..." Her pale brow furrowed, the young woman urged her mount onwards, taking the lead before Erivan. As the pair drew closer to the gate, Larien spotted something else she had never seen before. Dracons. Her intake of breath was sharp as she reined in Fionn with an involuntary tug. The mare grunted and shook her head violently in response. "Erivan..." "Dracons, arwenamin." His voice was soft, almost soothing, as he whispered to her, keeping his eyes upon the scaled armored creatures with a quiet caution. "Do not fear, arwenamin."

Swallowing hard, the young woman continued to watch the winged creatures patrolling the top of the walls, giving Fionn slight free rein as the Sandbred continued to prance towards the gate.

“Serale citizen!” came the booming voice of a gate guard, a massive brown Dracon clad in steel scale mail and wielding a wickedly double-bladed two-handed battle axe. “If you would be so kind, have your visas at the ready, and be prepared to inform the guard of the location you have come from. A guard will be by to assist you momentarily.”

"Serale," Larien called back hesitantly, waiting until said guard approached. "I am Larien Gil'dae. This is my guard, Erivan Mallorn." Flashing the guard their visas, the young woman continued, "We have just come from Prime and need to stop for a few brightenings in your city. We will not be staying too long." Her smile was painted on, not quite reaching her eerily light green eyes, but she was smiling all the same. Waiting until their visas were returned, the elven pair then rode in through the gates, Larien sparing a backwards glance towards the Dracon guards. Well this will be quite an experience.

[Darkthael Morgreed]

occ: Sorry for the troble. It seems my PC cannot be in Archadoon at this time. Hope to have time to come back for real soon.

[Eyvind Redbeard]

Second Brightening of the Third Cycle of the Month of Ponutis in the season of Winter; Era I of the Celestine Mandate, Era XV Post Fractum.

A small comitive of riders approached the gates of Archadoon, as they approach their features started to be recognized as that of armored warriors and when they were at shouting distance someone standing near the gates would realize they use scalemails painted in black and that their helmets were Corynthian style with black plumes, their cloaks were black as well and someone very supersticious could consider them as spirits of death riding with some evil purpose. Still the riders were just simple mortals, although they were the cream of Legions. These were some members of the Black Shields and riding at the head of the column came their leader. From underneath his helmet only his flaming red hair could be seen, that and the two shinying blue ice dots that made up his eyes. As they arrived at the gates the horses slowed down and then came to a halt, only the leader riding forward, slowly, while removed his helmet.

"My name is Eyvind Redbeard Avornmagor Björnsson, head of Clan Avornmagor and member of the Tribe of the Gothir. If you want titles you can call me Provost for that is my rank within the Imperial Legions. Me and my men come here in peace, looking and wishing to offer advise and help. Please take me to your leader."

The rider respectfully bowed his head.

[Immael Kha'Serith]

Early morn on the twentythird Day of Ponutis, in the season of Winter, era XV Post-Fractum

Immael felt like something the horse had dragged through the streets. He'd been walking for months, since his failed efforts in portshire. Camping, roughing it, living off the wild, he'd had a hard time of it. He'd camped outside the walls last night, polishing his sword and armor, and ensuring his cloak looked clean. In the morning he set off for the city, ensuring his visa was close at hand. As he approached the guard, he smiled.

"Ssserale brother. My vissa, you will find, isss in order."

The Dracon checked the papers, then nodded. He waved a claw for Immael to pass. As Immael entered the city, the smile fell from his face. Soft skins. Everywhere. He seriously pondered the city guard, which seemed to hold quite a few of his own kind. With a shudder, he set off, searching for signs of where to go.

[Immael Kha'Serith]

17th of Iannolia, Spring, PF XV

Immael had decided a change of scenery was in order. He yearned to be somewhere more to the south. Somewhere evil flourished. He had his mind on Vortex. He passed through the gate, his visa flashing in the sun as he pointed it at a gaurd. The human waved him through, looking to the next. Thus Immael left Archadoon.

[Orbril]

Late in Spring
Orbril had come to Archadoon by sea, taking his pontoon boat and hugging the shores of Libertas bay as he sailed down the coast from Trysvale. Within sight of the city he had pulled his boat up to shore and landed before heading to the gates.

He was a gnome of middleage, greyhaired and weather-worn, with sparkling eyes which scanned over the reinforced walls and the gratuitous display of defense. He didn't rightly like it, nor that the city had been taken over by Dracons.

"Serale" his nose twitched as he looked up at the armoured Dracon and passed his visa "I be Orbril Alchemist of Trysvale, I hear ye have an alchemist supplier what can 'elp me with me Laboratory 'n if thats the right of it then thats me business in Archadoon"