Post by forg3ttablexs0ul on Mar 11, 2021 4:58:37 GMT
On usual nights, when twilight would strike the sky with oranges and purples, it would be met with a quiet townsfolk finishing their daily tasks and closing up shop, but on this day, people lined the streets, with traveling vendors and peddlers opening up shop on the road to sell to passerby as they flocked to the great gardens for a feast and a celebration. The King of Telarin's daughter had become of age, and it was to be met with a tournament met with a grand feast. bleachers lined with plates surrounded a mud pit, and the roads leading to the park were filled with food stands and other stalls. Ropes holding lanterns and decorative papers and flags lined and crossed over the streets, and the air was filled with the sounds of idle chatter and smells of good food.
Alta Zoren stood off to the side in one of the more active streets, fiddling with his pipe and a match. As the flames touched the leaves, he eyed the faces the passed by him. Of course, he was more interested in the seals he saw- the occasional coat of arms of a distant warring kingdom was always an interesting sight, especially given Telarin's neutrality. He rested his hand loosely on the pommel of his sword. Perhaps some of these war driven lords were here to make and cut ties. The knights, though, they were more likely here to take part in or watch the tournament. Of course, the best of the best would be here, you would want to see how the enemy fights for future reference. Not to mention, if my best beats yours, how could your line beat mine? Alta nodded to himself, as if stumbling on a revelation before stepping out into the road and following the traffic to a food stall and buying a small bit of exotic meat.
As he looked on into the crowd, he spotted a knight, his chest plate brazen with the sigil of the Cathedral of Melidan. It was in poor taste, surely, but he noticed many other passerby that also eyed the knight. He was not very liked here. the cathedral was well known for burning villages for their own entertainment. If he was in the tournament, whole treasuries would be bet against his life. Alta could only smile at the thought as he chewed on his snack, Either way, the Cathedral was here only to waste time. Their self declared war on all non humans has made them the ineffable laughing stock of the realm. Any nobles caught sympathizing with them would surely be shunned if not invaded and subjugated. It was factions like these that made Alta wish he were back home on the longboats. At least when wars happened there, they were openly for mindless power games. Here it was all shrouded in some unfathomable mystery, as if the nobles were laying the groundwork for some high stakes scavenger hunt. Either way, War was the farthest thing from everyone's mind here, even with all the shining coats of arms about. The nobles luckily seek to use Telarin as a neutral ground to settle disputes, much to the dismay of the King. To Alta's gain, however, that meant quite a network of underground dealings had been created. He raised an idle hand to a cloaked man in an alleyway. Underground connections meant no shortage of jobs.
Alta Zoren stood off to the side in one of the more active streets, fiddling with his pipe and a match. As the flames touched the leaves, he eyed the faces the passed by him. Of course, he was more interested in the seals he saw- the occasional coat of arms of a distant warring kingdom was always an interesting sight, especially given Telarin's neutrality. He rested his hand loosely on the pommel of his sword. Perhaps some of these war driven lords were here to make and cut ties. The knights, though, they were more likely here to take part in or watch the tournament. Of course, the best of the best would be here, you would want to see how the enemy fights for future reference. Not to mention, if my best beats yours, how could your line beat mine? Alta nodded to himself, as if stumbling on a revelation before stepping out into the road and following the traffic to a food stall and buying a small bit of exotic meat.
As he looked on into the crowd, he spotted a knight, his chest plate brazen with the sigil of the Cathedral of Melidan. It was in poor taste, surely, but he noticed many other passerby that also eyed the knight. He was not very liked here. the cathedral was well known for burning villages for their own entertainment. If he was in the tournament, whole treasuries would be bet against his life. Alta could only smile at the thought as he chewed on his snack, Either way, the Cathedral was here only to waste time. Their self declared war on all non humans has made them the ineffable laughing stock of the realm. Any nobles caught sympathizing with them would surely be shunned if not invaded and subjugated. It was factions like these that made Alta wish he were back home on the longboats. At least when wars happened there, they were openly for mindless power games. Here it was all shrouded in some unfathomable mystery, as if the nobles were laying the groundwork for some high stakes scavenger hunt. Either way, War was the farthest thing from everyone's mind here, even with all the shining coats of arms about. The nobles luckily seek to use Telarin as a neutral ground to settle disputes, much to the dismay of the King. To Alta's gain, however, that meant quite a network of underground dealings had been created. He raised an idle hand to a cloaked man in an alleyway. Underground connections meant no shortage of jobs.