Era XIII: Les Portes (The Gates: South, West, East) NEW PCS POST HERE FIRST!

[Evarden]

1st Carmelyana of the month of Imperos, Era I of the Celestine Mandate, Era XIII Post Fractum
Paradigm Shift: The Isle of the Crown Returns

Panting and breathless, Evarden walked up the road, the gentle yet freezing breeze numbing the tips of his toes and the ends of his fingers. The climate of the far north was very different from that in his home-city Daltina. The road was clear except from himself, yet on the road was imprinted numerous footprints. Snow was piled high beside the road, and a few trees may be seen, slowly swaying in the cold breeze.

He already saw the faint outline of the city of Jaedexia half an hour ago. This momentarily lifted his spirits, yet the long walk dampened it soon after. The city was still fairly distinct against the white background of snow; Jaedexia, Gift of the Empire.

Gradually, the number of people grew, and guards prowled the area as he neared the gates of the city. Why, the Empire does find this place valuable, he thought as he saw guards pass him, heading towards the gates.

The huge iron gate was manned by a battalion of guards. He had heard that Jaedexia was rebellious, and not to long ago had seceeded from the Empire. He was prepared for this, however, and he strode quietly to the gates, where four guards checked the weapons and the Visas of the entering people.

"Visas and weapons out, people. Hold 'em out!" a guard said gruffly. Evarden took out his Imperial Visa and his dagger, and held it out for the guard to check.

[Heartbreaker]

OOC: In ya go! Welcome to Jaedaxia!

[Bladewyn]

First Cycle of Ioannes
Ninth Candlemark in the Brightening of Solaria
The Summer of Era I of the Celestine Mandate
Thirteenth Era Post Fractum
Paradigm: The Isle of the Crown Returns

The chill wind, still for some reason present and unforgiving in summer, wrapped around Bladewyn like a blanket of ice. Her cloak, for the most part, protected her against the cold, but her body still trembled with absolute exhaustion. She led Filiia, her gray horse, by the old and worn reins. Filiia bore nothing but a saddle and riding blanket on her back. The mare, too, was tired, and Bladewyn didn't want to give Filiia unnecessary stress.

They stood in line in silence. The dirty blonde hair that poked out from the cloak's hood whipped at Bladewyn's face, hitting her wounds with awful accuracy. Any that took even the briefest glance at her would notice a split lip and similar scars on her high elven cheekbones and brow. One bright teal eye was shrouded in a purplish-gray bruise. She tried her best to hide these marks beneath the hood, but the cloak was very old, and the thin fabric flapped helplessly in the wind.

When they finally reached the gate to the city, Bladewyn removed her Imperial Visa from a pocket on the inside of her vest. It was one of the few possessions she retained. She was surprised that the bandits that had stolen her food, tent, and various other supplies hadn't taken Filiia's equipment as well. It hurt her heart to think about it... She had once held her own against a mighty thief and his underlings for the better part of a day, and now she didn't even have enough sense to notice when her magic dagger was glowing, warning her of danger. It was high time that she stopped wandering around aimlessly and got some sense and skill back into her idle hands.

Bladewyn gave the visa to a rough-handed guard, ignoring his long glance at the new wound on her thin pink lips. "Serale," she whispered, and he nodded a gruff reply.

"Raizon for enterring Jaedaxia?" he asked, his accent thick.

"Rest and refuge," Bladewyn replied simply. The guard nodded, apparently satisfied, and gave her the visa back. She tucked it away in the secret pocket and pulled gently at Filiia's reins. The mare followed obediently, shaking a bit as well. "I know, love." Blade reached back and patted Filiia's nose with a small smile. "We'll rest now."

[Heartbreaker]

OOC: Welcome to Jaedaxia! In ya go...

[Daren Raven-Blood]

10th Brightening of Cycle 2, Ioannes, Summer, Era XIII (pf)

Daren had travelled all the way from Achadoon in search of work. He thought Archadoon would hold what he needed, sadly he was wrong. Treking through along the road, Daren whistled a tune of no particular name. Looking to his left, Daren could see the magestic ocean, powerful and serene. His mind calmed, and he daudled, not wanting to reach the gates and the closed quarters of the city.

He walked along for a good ten minutes before looking upon the large iron clad gates of Jaedaxia. His eyes squinted in the bright sun, could pick out a few guards patrolling the walls. Decideing he might as well get access to the city before walking down to the water.

Walking up to the nearest guard, he showed the papers to him before he could say anything.

"Looking for work." Daren said, as he waited for the man to look over his papers. "Came from Archadoon."

[Heartbreaker]

OOC: Welcome, welcome! You might wish to check out the Jaedaxienne Employment Office if you are looking for work. =-)

[Vokka]

3rd Brightening, 2nd Cycle, Ioannes, Summer, Era XIII (pf)

Squinting against the blinding sun, a keen eyed young guard was the first to spot the shambling figure as it slowly approached the wrought iron gates. The figure was little more than an ill defined speck at this distance, and the guard paid it no heed, and his notice was soon taken by a larger spot appearing on the horizon...perhaps the delivery of fresh ale that the local tavernkeeper had promised him the first taste of...

The speck grew larger, and approached the gates torturously slowly, being passed by all manner of traffic. Citizens of the Empire here to start life afresh, cold hearted mercenarys to end a life or two, and black hearted thieves willing to steal from both if oppurtunity presented itself, the guards saw them all and passed them through, so long as all papers were in order. A derelict tried his luck and was kicked aside by a guard into a snowdrift which stubbornly held out against the summers thaw still. And still the shape slowly approached, and its features became more distinct.

A short stocky figure, hunched over making itself seem shorter still, clad in a dirty brown cassock-like gown that seemed almost priest like. Sniffing constantly with its long, whiskered snout, moving almost ponderously slowly as if unsure of its footing. Black furred with a large pair of arms that hung at its sides, arms tipped with claw like hands.

The guards took in these features and wondered what manner of creature approached. The more well schooled amongst them muttered a word..."Rodenti"... for this was what the creature was. A robed Rodenti, crafted from animal stock by Jalat himself and set free by blessed Diana, breeding and squirming amidsts Medonias roots and now here, on the surface seeking to enter fair Jaedaxia...for what purpose?

Still sniffing, his sensitive nose guiding him more than his squinting, atrophied eyes ever could, the Mottra approached the city, its smells looming large in his mind, a thousand odours all intermingling...a wondorous place this seemed, with the smells of life and death, food, drink and a great, wet salty smell that he couldnt place, not that he could place many of the odours that assailed him. They were so distracting that he almost ploughed into the human male, whose stink of sweat, leather and well polished steel marked him even in Vokka's provincial mind as a city guard.

"Rodenti, what business have you here?"

The man was little more than a blur to the Mottra, the bright suns stripping even his limited sight of much use. But as the man spoke, the odours of his mouth, saliva, undigested breakfast sprang forth, and Vokka knew where to direct his reply, which was crudely conducted in a guttural, deep voice.

"Vokka come from old Vokka-place to new Vokka-place. Vokka has papers for new Vokka-place, old place not for Vokka no more, seek new start in new place, yes?"

Trying to manipulate his official papers with powerful yet clumsy hands, Vokka slowly handed them across to the guard, who spent the time in between regarding the Mottras dirt smeared robe with much distaste.

[Heartbreaker]

OOC: Welcome! If you have any questions, please feel free to pm me!

[Katherine L'Rodan]

Second Cycle of the Month of Junctior, Season of Autumn, Era XIII

Approaching the gate to the city of Jaedaxia, the covered cart crawling slowly to the gate, Wren L'Rodan scribbled again in her note book, obliterating what she had just written. This was terrible, with her father's theater plans nearing fruition, she was no closer to completing a play, it had been years of learning, and still she had a mismatch of ideas with nothing solid as a body. With a sigh she closed the note book and put it back in her satchel, folding her long fingered hands in her lap, she looked at the passing countryside out of the cart window.

The sharp knock and opening of the door brought her back to this plane and she looked at the rosy faced guard.
"Visa please miss, also any weapons?" She shook her head to the weapons and opened her bag, handing over her visa with a smile. Once it was handed back, the door was closed and the cart lumbered on into the city.

[Heartbreaker]

OOC: Welcome to Jaedaxia!

[Ogabe K'tinga]

Afternoon, 1 Junctior
Autumn, Era XIII P.F.

There was an edge to the breeze dancing over the waters of Libertas Bay, winter's chill still not set in, but certainly foreshadowing its icy grip. This did little to lighten the mood of the two passengers debarking the AFS Sharreth, one of which was hardly a friend to sea travel of any type, regardless of how much quicker it was versus traveling overland. Wrangling passage through the Admiralty was the proverbial piece of cake, given the relationships between all involved, but neither were they the sole reason for the trip. Ogabe had not bothered asking Alexis the wheres and whyfors of the journey, preferring not to make a fuss, and especially not to drag the frigate from her routine duties.

Everyone had jobs to do, and the lithe Judicator was no exception. In fact, the only person whose presence in jaedaxia was purely social was the pale Flower of Enamoria, now being assisted down the gangplank by the Imperial Judicator, arm folded in arm in the manner of at the least close friends, if not something more. Such talk was at best in hushed tones, if spoken at all, given the seeming incompatability of the pair on so many levels. Sea legs now mercifully abandoned, the pair approached the small delegation of Inquisitors gathered at the dock. The leader saluted smartly, a former military man by all appearances, posture strong but not rigidly so. Grey flecked the otherwise ebon hair of Chief Inquisitor James Farrior, his coif closely cropped and neat. His manner of dress was likewise impeccable, though a month of living in Jaedaxia had gotten him a far more respectable wardrobe than he had prior to arriving. "Your Excellencies, welcome to Jaedaxia." he said firmly, not one to mince flowery words, apparently. The score of Inquisitors remained silent, acutely aware of their place in the grand scheme of things. The reformed Sel'rakrya was still on shaky footing, the Gift of the Empire being, thusfar, the only office opened for business, given the recent political troubles. They knew that the slightest misstep by any of them might doom the nascent agency to failure before it had even a chance. "If you'll follow me?" Farrior asked, leading Ogabe and Mekare onward to a waiting carriage, the sullen youth known simply as Kez running pell mell to catch up with her mistress before she got left behind.

Their escort closed in behind them, mounting on their own horses and surrounding their precious cargo for the trek up to the city.

[Heartbreaker]

OOC: Welcome to Jaedaxia you both! And...that avvie scares me! =-(

[Aerigoth]

Aerigoth was slumping toward the gates of Jaedaxia, and therefore a new future, after a long, tiring journey. As he approached the gates, he wearily pulled out his visa and flashed it around.

Good day, I am Aerigoth. I am looking to take some classes at the Universitie, or possibly employment here.

[Amelia Lynsdaughter]

Junctior 2, Era 13 PF - Early Afternoon

The teleportation spell left her dizzy for a good thirty seconds. Amelia had never mixed with Arcana very well, and this application of Sorcery, while very convenient, was no exception at all. It took her a while to realize that this was indeed Carmelyn.

This had been home, although the city of Jaedaxia was foreign and mysterious to her. They stood alone, a short way from La Porte du Sud, and the girl promptly produced an Imperial Visa issued to the strange Vagaran spelling of her name, Amjl Lynsdaughter. She hadn't used that version in ages now. "Serale, I will be attending the Concours de Poesie banquet tonight. This sir is providing me with magical transportation." Obviously meaning Ivan, the black-haired Mage.

Soon after being granted access, Amelia parted ways with her Arcanic chauffeur. She may have accepted to go on a date with him, after all, but that was neither here nor now. This was a business transaction, and the young spirit guide had plans of her own today.

[Heartbreaker]

OOC: Welcome Aerigoth and Amelia! In you go to the pretty, pretty city.