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A sun-flooded valley stretches out below green hills, parted by the broad blue band of a river. Much of the rolling hills on the other riverside is covered by a city... or the remnants of the city.
What was once a brimming pool of activity, a stronghold of civilization... is now but a ruin, heaps of stones torn apart by the claws of war. A tattered flag, blue with a silver crown, stands alone in the midst of the ruins.
A stone wall, four men high, protected the city. A stone bridge leads over the river to a massive wooden gate that hangs ajar in it's hinges, probably battered by a ram.
From the few houses that still stand it's clear that the city used to be rich - most of the buildings had several stories, and their roofs are covered by slate plates instead of the more common straw or reed. The larger part of the buildings however are but ruins, either set aflame, destroyed by siege weapons or pillaged by survivors. The castle that once stood proudly on top of the highest hill now only houses flocks of birds in it's battered walls.
A chapel outside the city, on the other side of the bridge catches your eye. Maybe the Gods smiled down on it, or maybe the enemy didn't think it'd be worth the effort to burn it down. In any case it's still standing - five half-circular wings grouped around the round central belltower that rises two stories above the building. A few wooden huts alongside a half-finished stone building outside it grab your attention. They don't look deserted at all. There is a fireplace in the center of them, and fresh wood waits there. Could this be Mjorna? Could those be the people that put up the sign?
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Tork puts up his hand to protect his eyes from the bright sun. One, maybe several figures stood on the crest of the hill to the east. The badger mumbles something and looks around. He REALLY doesn't want to stop working now. He spots Sarem coming from the construction site and calls out to him. "Hey Sarem. Go'n tell the Prior we're gettin' company, will ya. I was 'bout to fix the beams for Ilph's roof. Poor girl gets wet everytime it rains", he adds to himself. "Looks like I'm gonna have to build a few more huts as well, at least until the house is standing. Well, maybe I'll take Sarem, or Meda..." Tork frowns as he looks around. "Where th' hells is she anyway?" The stocky man sighs and turns around, heading back into his hut.
((If you're a resident, make sure to read the information I added to my last post in the OOC.))
What was once a brimming pool of activity, a stronghold of civilization... is now but a ruin, heaps of stones torn apart by the claws of war. A tattered flag, blue with a silver crown, stands alone in the midst of the ruins.
A stone wall, four men high, protected the city. A stone bridge leads over the river to a massive wooden gate that hangs ajar in it's hinges, probably battered by a ram.
From the few houses that still stand it's clear that the city used to be rich - most of the buildings had several stories, and their roofs are covered by slate plates instead of the more common straw or reed. The larger part of the buildings however are but ruins, either set aflame, destroyed by siege weapons or pillaged by survivors. The castle that once stood proudly on top of the highest hill now only houses flocks of birds in it's battered walls.
A chapel outside the city, on the other side of the bridge catches your eye. Maybe the Gods smiled down on it, or maybe the enemy didn't think it'd be worth the effort to burn it down. In any case it's still standing - five half-circular wings grouped around the round central belltower that rises two stories above the building. A few wooden huts alongside a half-finished stone building outside it grab your attention. They don't look deserted at all. There is a fireplace in the center of them, and fresh wood waits there. Could this be Mjorna? Could those be the people that put up the sign?
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Tork puts up his hand to protect his eyes from the bright sun. One, maybe several figures stood on the crest of the hill to the east. The badger mumbles something and looks around. He REALLY doesn't want to stop working now. He spots Sarem coming from the construction site and calls out to him. "Hey Sarem. Go'n tell the Prior we're gettin' company, will ya. I was 'bout to fix the beams for Ilph's roof. Poor girl gets wet everytime it rains", he adds to himself. "Looks like I'm gonna have to build a few more huts as well, at least until the house is standing. Well, maybe I'll take Sarem, or Meda..." Tork frowns as he looks around. "Where th' hells is she anyway?" The stocky man sighs and turns around, heading back into his hut.
((If you're a resident, make sure to read the information I added to my last post in the OOC.))
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