80th of Winter, 513 AV
The Denvali Quarter was abuzz with activity as Leth cast his light over Zeltiva, unusual considering the events of last season. The chill of winter was thick in the air, bitter and bitingly cold as the winds were carried down from the hills. The influx of people seemed to know where to go however, following them one would come upon a rather modestly large building that had formerly served as the headquarters for the Sentinel. Two guards were posted at the main entrance, requesting either invitations or the modest entry fee for others to enter.
Walking inside one would see that the entry hall, once filled with various maps of Zeltiva planning its downfall were instead adorned with colorful tapestries. The sigil of Zeltiva, a three pronged trident, was proudly displayed on the far wall. People would linger here or there, ducking into the odd side rooms for this reason or that. The main event was on the second floor.
Once one ascended the stairs of the entry hall they would come upon several long tables, assorted fare arrayed out. Mostly it was seafood naturally, but still it was rather extravagant considering Zeltiva's rationing of food. Servers lingered here or there, on hand and ready should someone need something. Smaller tables and chairs were arranged over a wide area through several rooms.
People of various social classes walked here, mingling as they were wont to do. This was as much a social gathering as a chance for forging new contacts, as well as getting a feel for the political climate. University students and professors were here or there, chattering away about this or that. Wealthy merchants forging new ties with one another as well as getting a feel for their rivals. Sailor's Guild representatives exchanging tails of this or that voyage.
Yet there was an air of uncertainty in the air, almost nervous even. Few could forget that in this very building the former leader of the Quarter, Adarin, plotted the downfall of the Zeltivan government. Though there was new leadership people were still more than a little distrustful, enough so that possessing a concealed weapon might not be considered odd.
Speaking of the leadership, the current voice of the Denvali, Justus, was weaving his way through from this group or that and made a point to speak to everyone he could. He had no guards with him, no protection in sight for his person, he was simply there with seemingly no secrets or protection between him and his guests. He would turn away none that wished to approach him.
A grey haired and severe looking old man sat apart from the crowd, his blue robes denoting him as a professor and the red trimming on them conferred the status of department head. His steely grey eyes took in the people around him, and his rather sour expression conferred that he would much rather not be here. Across from him sat a woman of incredibly advanced age, bearing the robes that marked her as a member of the Board of Regents.
A loud roaring laugh occasionally sounded out across the room, a large barrel chested man clutching his side in mirth. He possessed a wicked scar that ran along the right side of his face, the eye patch that covered where his eye would have been possessing the sigil of a cresting wave upon it. His azure uniform denoted him as belonging the Wave Guard.
Indeed countless others mingled through the crowds, both members of high society and those beneath them who just wanted to forget their woes for the evening. All were welcome to attend if they could stand the bitter cold of night.
OOCRight! So this is an open thread so feel free to post. The entry fee is about 5 GM's, if you can't afford that you could always try to be more creative in getting around the guards. Do as you pleased and socialize with whomever. I'll jump in when its time to move things along!
The Denvali Quarter was abuzz with activity as Leth cast his light over Zeltiva, unusual considering the events of last season. The chill of winter was thick in the air, bitter and bitingly cold as the winds were carried down from the hills. The influx of people seemed to know where to go however, following them one would come upon a rather modestly large building that had formerly served as the headquarters for the Sentinel. Two guards were posted at the main entrance, requesting either invitations or the modest entry fee for others to enter.
Walking inside one would see that the entry hall, once filled with various maps of Zeltiva planning its downfall were instead adorned with colorful tapestries. The sigil of Zeltiva, a three pronged trident, was proudly displayed on the far wall. People would linger here or there, ducking into the odd side rooms for this reason or that. The main event was on the second floor.
Once one ascended the stairs of the entry hall they would come upon several long tables, assorted fare arrayed out. Mostly it was seafood naturally, but still it was rather extravagant considering Zeltiva's rationing of food. Servers lingered here or there, on hand and ready should someone need something. Smaller tables and chairs were arranged over a wide area through several rooms.
People of various social classes walked here, mingling as they were wont to do. This was as much a social gathering as a chance for forging new contacts, as well as getting a feel for the political climate. University students and professors were here or there, chattering away about this or that. Wealthy merchants forging new ties with one another as well as getting a feel for their rivals. Sailor's Guild representatives exchanging tails of this or that voyage.
Yet there was an air of uncertainty in the air, almost nervous even. Few could forget that in this very building the former leader of the Quarter, Adarin, plotted the downfall of the Zeltivan government. Though there was new leadership people were still more than a little distrustful, enough so that possessing a concealed weapon might not be considered odd.
Speaking of the leadership, the current voice of the Denvali, Justus, was weaving his way through from this group or that and made a point to speak to everyone he could. He had no guards with him, no protection in sight for his person, he was simply there with seemingly no secrets or protection between him and his guests. He would turn away none that wished to approach him.
A grey haired and severe looking old man sat apart from the crowd, his blue robes denoting him as a professor and the red trimming on them conferred the status of department head. His steely grey eyes took in the people around him, and his rather sour expression conferred that he would much rather not be here. Across from him sat a woman of incredibly advanced age, bearing the robes that marked her as a member of the Board of Regents.
A loud roaring laugh occasionally sounded out across the room, a large barrel chested man clutching his side in mirth. He possessed a wicked scar that ran along the right side of his face, the eye patch that covered where his eye would have been possessing the sigil of a cresting wave upon it. His azure uniform denoted him as belonging the Wave Guard.
Indeed countless others mingled through the crowds, both members of high society and those beneath them who just wanted to forget their woes for the evening. All were welcome to attend if they could stand the bitter cold of night.
OOCRight! So this is an open thread so feel free to post. The entry fee is about 5 GM's, if you can't afford that you could always try to be more creative in getting around the guards. Do as you pleased and socialize with whomever. I'll jump in when its time to move things along!
