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 Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 4:12 am
The Harbor city Rinon on the southeastern coast of the jungle continent.
Named for the mythical warrior Rinon Hiera who is said to have stood alone on an unarmed fishing boat against a the fleet from Ace Sia's Sun Empire, defending his home with only a jack of spades. Though he was killed in the five day battle what ships remained of the fleet were forced into retreat, and having not seen his death never returned for fear of facing him again.
The harbor itself is well know for its depth and is one of the largest across the world, making it a main center of trade with some of the best roads and most diverse culture.
The city is built in a horse shoe shape around the harbor with a sharp but fairly small mountain ridge curving around the western edge, partially covered by the city. To the east is a horn shaped plain surrounded by a short section of swamp on the side facing the seas, this peninsula is where most of the city's inhabitants live, a few live in their businesses on the mountainside and a few more on the plains around the city.
The harbor has three major piers and extend almost to the center of the bay but with enough room that large ships can still reach the minor piers between them. The minor piers are privately owned and often used to supply the owner's business . The major piers run as a toll service.
One major road leaves the city, splitting off where appropriate. It is paved with large flat stones and is well kept within a respectable distance but can be quite dangerous, often a caravan will employ teams of skilled warriors to defend against monsters from the forest, thieves, and generally malicious things, which attracts many warriors looking for riches to the Rinon
The streets of Rinon can be perilous, as the many underground guilds patrol them, occasionally requiring pedestrians to pay a toll to keep the streets safe. The constables and lords of the area tend to look towards their own pockets where the guilds are concerned, as long as their deeds are not too far outside the law. Civillians merely work around the guilds and go on their way.
The citizens of Rinon are a sturdy bunch, having survived hurricanes, guild wars, power struggles, famine, and other hardships. They are very devoted to their own, although they rarely turn away travellers with news and coin. They are rough and protective, but can be very friendly as well. Taverns are a necessity to their way of life, and are always filled. As a result, Rinonians are a very musical group, and musicians can be found on every streetcorner and in every inn, singing everything from sea ditties, to popular love songs, to epic ballads of the far north.
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 11:36 am
Mahna's nerves were building as he made his way into the city from the East. His journey across the Plains had cost him much energy, as he battled Theives and Muggers. This plus the fact that he was restricted with his combat skills, also led to his exhaustion. He moved slowly at first, but began to pick up speed. He coughed, and as he did small amounts of flames began to flow from his mout. As he entered the city, people around him began to stare at him.
He had the appearance of a Small Pearl White Dragon, that stood on 2 feet. A Saphire Jewel was strung across his neck, and it glowed with an omnious blue light. He was dressed in an Emerald Robe with light green trimmings, and a he held a Black Halberg in his left hand, with an emerald flame engulfing it's blade. His wings were semi-large, and were folded behind his back.
Mahna continued to make his way through the city, looking for a meaning to the card he had found in his journeys.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 4:58 pm
Bronwyn gave a sigh as she clicked the reins. She and her companion had been traveling for a long time, and they couldn't reach Rinon fast enough for her. She was looking forward to sleeping in a real bed and taking a bath. The tired horse trotted forward with more hope as the portcity rose up above them in the distance. Merchants and peddlers of all sorts were crowding the road, while peasants cursed them, slipping between the carts with difficulity.
Bronwyn glanced at the girl in the back of the cart, sleeping soundly. How she could sleep through this racket, Bronwyn had no idea. She envied the other girl's nonchalance, however. What I would give to be that carefree. She thought to herself as they inched towards the gate. A group of young nobles swaggered past the cart, calling out to her with lewd words. Bronwyn shifted in her seat, glad for the comforting weight of her sword at her side.
She swept a lose strand of dark hair behind her ear, and gave a deep sigh as they finally entered the city. It was even busier than she remembered as a child, and much more diverse. She clicked the reins again, trying to find a reasonable inn.
((Sorry it took me so long to post something...I'll try to be more prompt in the future!!!))
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 11:06 am
The cart rod over a small rock, falling off it with a light thump, Inese had been having a really weird dream where she was the queen of a gang of giant brightly colored kittens at the time, though she totally forgot this when the bump caused her to twitch and bash the back of her head against the cart's wall, yelping as she hit.
Clutching her head in pain Inese looked around, there hadn't been this many people on the road before and with her little show just now she wished there were still few. The pain subsided quickly but her mind was still in a fog from being asleep, the first thing to clear up was that she hadn't eaten in a while. She grabbed a fruit from the food bag and climbed into the bench next to Bronwyn. "So what was it you called this place?" she asked before taking an over-sized bite of her breakfast.
((Yea, me too, but I have a question about our cart, I'm fine with ether answer, how many horses do we have, one or two.
and apparently I'm dark blue))
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 12:27 am
Bronwyn smiled at the younger girl.
"Rinon. It's the biggest port city in this area, home to merchants, traders and smugglers. So watch your step." She said, clicking the horse forward again. "I'm sure the Red Goblet is around here somewhere..." She muttered, peering through the crowd to squint at the worn shop signs.
((One horse...sorry about that!))
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 2:29 pm
Mahna continued on, wandering the town aimlessly for a clue. The jewel that was strung arund his neck had now risen to become a forehead jewel, and had given him the appearance of a Brown man with long black braids. He laughed to himself as he witnessed a young girl bumping her head upon awakening, but continued on.
Many shop signs and loud noises attracted his attention as he wandered. There were Bakery's, Armory's, Mage Shops, and endless rows of merchants selling food and clothing. He only saw one of his kind in the whole city, an older version of himself bent and crippled earning a living as a fortune teller.
He finally came to a place called the Red Goblet and made his way inside. The jewel finally exhausted its power, and he came to his Dragon Like appearance again.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 6:59 pm
It took Inese a few seconds of fumbling the bite around her mouth before she could chew it enough to swallow. For a time Inese didn't say anything, Bronwyn appeared to be looking for something and she didn't want to interrupt the search. Instead she took the moment to put on her shoes and belt, Inese found it hard to sleep with them on.
((I meant for there to be more to this, but I'm out of time and ideas for where to take this particular post.))
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 1:23 pm
"Ah-ha. Got you." Bronwyn smiled as she spotted the worn wooden sign proclaiming the Red Goblet Inn and Tavern, complete with a faded goblet that looked more pink than red. She turned to Inese and pointed at the inn. "That's the inn I told you about earlier." She said, guiding the horse and cart towards the building.
They pulled up to the door of the building, and Bronwyn flipped a coin to the stable boy, who ran forward to take the reins from her. She jumped off the cart and lead Inese inside.
The inn was crowded, and Bronwyn gave a sigh of relief as she breathed in the familiar tavern scents. She loved inns the same as her adopted father. There was only one empty table when they entered, and Bronwyn quickly headed towards it, motioning for Inese to follow.
((Yeah...sorry nothing really happened...I'm kinda in a hurry, as I'm about to be late for class...))
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 5:18 pm
Inese followed closely, taking the seat next to Bronwyn. She leaned back against the chairs soft yet firm backing then forward to the table. It was beautify crafted from a wood Inese did not know of, a deep rosy color with thick rings that told of a tree at least as large as the table and hundreds if not thousands of years old. Over the rings many intricate characters had been carved with the utmost expertise, stained black to be more visible but not stick out too much. A slim band something black that she couldn't identify, it seemed especially durable and didn't have the slightest imperfection. There was a layer of clear resin protecting the wood, it leveled off perfectly with the band. In the middle of the table there was a small vase with dried flowers sticking out surrounded by an array of spices.
Inese ran her finger over one of the more elaborate characters she saw, "What are these?" she said timidly, not liking to show her own ignorance.
((Thats fine, sometimes s**t happens, others s**t don't, both can make great RP))
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 8:04 pm
Mahna found his way inside, managing to make his way to a dark corner in the back. He waited back there and ordered some food and drink. His mind raced, the card seemed strange to him. It constantly emitted an omnious blue glow, and was often the attraction of theives and muggers. He sighed and stood, positioning himself leaning against a corner, arms crossed.
His gaze wandered the room. There were many people, large fat men stuffing themselves, stressed women constantly scolding their children, and the traditional drunkard, wandering the room in search of pity and spare coins. He growled as the drunken man looked at him. Poor greedy men held no place in his mind.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 10:57 am
Bronwyn paused her survey of the room's inhabitants to look over at Inese. The girl was tracing out the symbols on the table with a finger, looking curious. Bronwyn leaned forward to look at the symbol.
"They're runes." She said, running a curious finger over the same symbols. "Probably magical once, although I expect their magic has faded by now." She said. Her foster father hated almost all magic users, as well as most card users. She, of course, learned everything she could from the local users, which admittedly wasn't much. She squinted at the runes, trying to see if she could read them. She didn't recognize most of the symbols. "In the ancient times, " Bronwyn explained, "it was used for writing. Now it's just used for basic enchantments." She ran a finger across one of the symbols. "This one, for instance, is 'time.'" She said. She smiled at Inese and leaned back in her chair again, her eyes scanning the room. A soft blue glow from a figure standing shrouded in the darkness caught her eye.
Must be another fool card user. She thought to herself. If he didn't hide that telltale blue glow, he'd attract attention, she noted. With a shrug, she looked away. It wasn't her business.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 4:20 pm
"Time..." she said distantly, still running her finger over the table but at random now. After a time Inese looked up from the symbols and blinked a few times at the spices, reminded of the fruit she had eaten she straightened herself in the chair, "What do.." she started, her dry throat cracking on the first word, after swallowing she started again "What do they server here?"
She fiddled with one of the spice shakers while she talked, a simple geometric design but beautiful none the less. it also had some symbols carved into it but far less complicated than those on the table, they seemed cold to her but the little container smelled nice.
((I don't remember if I said this in the profile or just in my notes while writing it, Inese can't read.
in the future right about now should be my bed time, I'm hoping to set it tonight, waking up at four AM was awesome and I miss it.
Woose! We're actually going.))
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 8:17 pm
"Ale mostly." Bronwyn said, looking around for a serving maid. "When I was here, my father wouldn't let me drink, so I'm sure they have other things. Water, Milk, and maybe even juice." She said. "I'm buying...whatcha want?" She asked as she finally got the attention of a serving girl, who was carefully threading her way over to them.
((I don't remember reading that...oh well. It's all good! And 4 am?!?! Are you crazy?? lol.))
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 3:14 pm
((4AM is a magical time when you have the world to yourself and even the highway is silent, also at 5AM Bill fricken Nye is on the discovery channel.))
Inese put the spice back before responding, "Milk is good". She looked up and around the room, there were lots of people but the room wasn't to loud. Through the haze of smoke the walls were only partially visible, they looked to be similar to the table but with a few scenes carved in between sets of runes.
((I don't like this too much, not of my best work))
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