Location [Syliras Entrance] The Main Gates

[Lozylir Wright Terras]

Winter 1 510 av

The day it looked so empty to Lozylir. He was a short man on human terms but on Isur terms he was a bit taller and isur he was. He stood just 5'1 and even that one inch could had been questioned by a few but his pale marble like smooth skin stood out along with his lighter blue veins. He carried a longsword on his left side, a cart on wheels behind him and a backpack on his back. A traveler in simple terms.

"Tidings, I wish to see your local blacksmith if I may? Not sure how long I can stay but I wish to help and learn from him or her."

His voice was deep but he used his free hand to move around as he spoke. Once he had the basic idea of who to see and where to go he left them in search of something else inside the large castle.

[Larka]

Winter 510 AV

Larka cautiously approached the gates of Sylrias, weary of the many people. She stopped when she saw the guards, her body tensed, all senses alert. Her deep golden eyes took in every aspect of her surroundings, into the smallest detail. It had been a long time since she'd last ventured towards any place as highly populated as Sylrias, and even thought she'd made up her mind to re-socialize after living alone in the wild, she still felt uncomfortable and lost. With a deep breath, she shook out her white hair, cleared her throat, and stepped up to the guards.

"good morning! May I enter the premises of Sylrias?" She said, in a clear, musical voice. The guards narrowed their eyes, and looked over the Larka cautiously. Larka's deep golden eyes seemed to be troubling them, as she had them locked into theirs with an unnerving lingering wildness in the depth of them.

The guards gruffly mumbled their ok's after a while, and Larka strode past them, showing confidence on the outside, but secretly wondering what she'd do, where she'd go...

[Branwen]

Season of Winter, Day 37, 510 AV

Branwen slowed her horse as she neared the gates. She stopped in front of the guards and smiled. "Hello, gentlemen," she said, looking down at them from her horse, "fine day we're having, eh? Would you mind pointing me in the direction of some temporary housing?"

The guards glanced wearily at her clawed hands, then mumbled their reply, and let her through. Once out of earshot, she let out a sigh of relief. She was in Syliras!

[Dlight]

30th Winter, 510 AV Dlight wasn't sure if this was the best place for him to be while Syna was risen, but his wings were wrapped around him in a slight attempt to blend in with the human crowd more, despite his hair being more of a blue than a black. He had only a small bag of possessions and his clothing to his name, but hoped to change that once he entered Syliras. The thought of being in such a crowded city made him cringe not only for his Zith form but for the social situations it would thrust upon him. Dlight knew he would be approached by someone curious or stupid, or both, eventually. The guards regarded him with a cautious eye recognizing that he was not human, and likely recognizing that he was not the peaceful type of humanoid. When asked what business he had in Syliras, Dlight cleared his throat and spoke for the first time in what seemed days. "Instrument," he said simply, his voice deep but slightly unsteady from not having spoken Common in a while. The guard that asked him seemed caught off guard, but after a moment and a glance at the line of others waiting to get through the gates behind him, he was allowed entrance to Syliras.

[Rayque]

It was winter and Rayque sensed that if she didnt find shelter before the snow set in, it might kill her. She neared the gate as a black leopard; it kept her warmer, but now seeing that the majority of Syliras's citizens were human, she shapeshifted back to human. 'How could humans stand this?' she thought, humans had no natural ways of getting warm. She quickly slipped into her simple black dress and put her cloak over her hair to hide her face. Pulling her boots on, she shivered.

Her eyes scanned all around her and landed on the gatekeepers. She slowly approached, waiting for the gatekeepers to wave her through.

One of the gatekeepers glanced over her bag, the one that held her food and supplies. Seeing no weapons on her, and confirming that the items in the bag were alright, he slowly waved her through. If she wanted to, she could have easily snuck weapons inside the city. But she had no weapons because they cost money which she did not have, and she hadnt seen many people before entering the city to steal weapons or money from. Glancing around warily at the enclosed spaces, she walked through the gates and into the beautiful city of Syliras.

[Niahara Erskine]

41st of Winter Ara made her way slowly through the gates of her home city holding her violin case in one hand, while running the other through her hair. The weather had become dreadfully cold so her last music class had been canceled. Seeing as she had free time on her hands, Ara decided to take a stroll in the woods just outside the city and return by lunch. Which she did... as she made her way to the guard keepers she simply smiled at one of them while he bid her good day. "Fancy seeing you here,miss Ara." The guard laughed and she smiled brightly. "Of course. It is strange indeed, seeing as you tried to talk me out of going in the woods mere hours ago." The guard laughed again and allowed her entrance. "Tell your pa' I'll be seeing him soon to buy some stuff." "Will do!" Ara smiled and entered the city

[Leiwinn]

Timestamp: Winter 59, 510 AV It was late, but Leiwinn wanted to see the famed Syliras for herself before performances started up the next day. She had just come from helping to set up the circus, and was looking forward to seeing the sights of the city. Spotting the two guards flanking the gates Leiwinn was glad she had come unarmed, not needing any unwanted questions her way. "One moment, m'lady." One of the guards moved to question her. "Just have to ask you a couple questions before we let you in. What's your name, and business here in Syliras." Leiwinn smiled and batted her eyes at the guard, "Name's Leiwinn. I'm one of the performers at the Circus. We just set up outside town, and I just wanted to come in and see the city before getting to work." The guard looked intrigued, "A circus? Really? I didn't know we had a Circus. Well, come on in then. Syliras is a big place, did you need any directions?" Leiwinn smiled again, "Just tell me where I can find myself a good drink. It was a long way from Zeltiva and I could use something to calm my nerves." The guard nodded and pointed down the road. "I'd try the Rearing Stallion, or if you're looking for something more upscale maybe the Golden Dragon." Leiwinn thanked the guard then entered the city, making her way for the nearest tavern. Drink wasn't the only thing she was looking for, taverns were a great place to hear the rumors in town and, if you knew what to look for, get just the kind of work she did to make some extra mizas when business was slow.

[Jokor]

Jokor scowled as a guard held out his hand and stopped him from entering the city. "Sorry kid, but we gotta ask you a few questions before you are allowed inside." Jokor instinctively weighted his chances to just run past them, though he dropped that thought as soon as it made his way into his head. The questions wouldn't hurt him, so why not answer him, he would get in trouble with those guy's "sure wat do you wanna know?" The man just nodded at his confirmation and began ratteling of the questions in such a way jokor immediately knew that this was far from the first time he did it. "State your name and business that you have in syliras please." "They call me Jokor and I want in because Its not that safe outside? there are wild animals and things roaming around there." The guard just thought for a bit and then just let him in, he was a kid anyway, what could he do?

[Lirael]

Timestamp: Winter 66, 510 AV Lirael took in the sight with awe. The Syliras gates were simply magnificent! She had never before seen such a sight. They did not portray the same beauty and elegance as Mura, but were amazing in their own way. The carefully constructed stone, the strategic position of the towers. It wasn't much to look at but would be highly effective in the case of danger. Plus it was the only sign of civilization that she had seen for many many miles. Lirael walked nervously up the stone path with her horse's reins clutched tightly in her hand, the gates gradually growing larger and larger with each step. Two armoured guards stood in position on either side of the gate. From the way that they held their heads high, Lirael did not need any magic to know that they were proud of their positions. As Lirael approached the gateway, the older guard took a step forward, studying Lirael intently for a moment before speaking roughly. "Who are you and what is your business in Syliras?" Lirael paused for a moment to gather her confidence before replying in a soft voice, "I am known as Lirael. I have come from the island of Mura to pursue my Call." She looked guard in the eye, but her will bent much too quickly and she bent her head, hoping that they would allow her to pass. The other guard who seemed to be very much younger than the guard to the right, surprisingly spoke up after a moment of silence. "Oh come on Jazehr, hurry up and let the poor girl in. How many times do I have to tell you not to stare at travellers like that. It's rude." He glanced Lirael's way, "Konti right? Your lot are very much appreciated around here." Lirael's eyes lit up at the mention of her race. "Y-yes, I am Konti." Lirael looked up at the human man, who seemed too young to have acquired a rank higher than a guard. "May I enter the city sir?" Lirael asked him, absent-mindedly running her fingers down her Windrunner's neck. "Why of course you can enter... Lirael was it?. Why should we stop you? You seem to be in perfect health and you obviously pose no threat to the city of Syliras. Do you need to go anywhere specific? We would be happy to give you directions." He glanced sideways at his partner, and then flashed a welcoming smile at Lirael. The older man had stepped back by now, but Lirael noticed that he was smiling secretly to himself. "Thank you very much sir," Lirael smiled back warmly, "But I do not wish to travel anywhere specific. I would very much like to explore the city on my own." "Very well then young miss, you may find your own way as you please. But I do recommend keeping away from first tier unless you know what you are doing." The guard winked at her, gesturing for her to enter. "Thank you sir." And with that, Lirael passed through the gate and entered the great city of Syliras.

[Cathan]

Season of Winter, Day 45, 510 AV
Conclusion of the winter travel thread Long Road to Ruin

He had watched the city grow before them for a while. A grayish dot in a sea of white had slowly gained in size with every hour they continued towards it, walls and roofs rising until they towered over their little travel group, almost like the mountains they had crossed at the beginning of their journey. Although rarely impressed by human structures the kelvic had to admit Syliras was quite the fortress and different from Zeltiva with its open streets and the docks reaching out into the sea. Albeit not his first visit, the kelvic looked around curiously, up the wall and towards the gates.

Two guards started to question his travel companions, but Cathan paid little mind to them. The stone gray bulwark cast a long shadow over street and close surrounding and temperature seemed to have dropped the moment they entered it. The snow was more like ice here and the lack of sun made Cathan shiver under his cloak. He had changed form some hour previous, in the cover of some trees at the road side. People were always suspicious of his eyes, but Cathan found they had even less love for him when he came to them in his wolf skin. While the man could imagine the guards would deny him entrance, coming in the company of other travelers, the kelvic did not want to make either Kendall nor Sondra trouble.

When their group finally continued forward, Cathan stopped before the guard a last time. "I am part of their group." The shapeshifter offered, nodding towards Sondra walking before him. "We just want to recover from the journey," the kelvic suggested, making another step towards the gate. With no one making an attempt to stop him, Cathan slipped through the gates of Syliras behind the others.