Location [Syliras Entrance] The Main Gates

[Vimos Stonejaw]

Time: Spring 511 av

Vimos craned his neck, looking up at the formidable gate before him. A light rain started to fall as he walked toward a few travelers and a couple bored looking Syrilian knights checking travelers for sickness, maybe weapons he wasn't sure. The gate loomed high above him as he approched the knights. One of them beckened for him, and he trotted over.
"Good day, friend how can I help you?" Vimos asked, his voice like rocks sliding downhill, but polite. He had a military respect for the knights, both having been through some training as a scout himself. He set his meager pack upon The ground beside him and removed his brown green mottled cloak. "Traveled far?" the knight asked bluntly. Vimos nodded, showing he was in good health. "Aye from the homeland itsself." Waving him on, the knight nodded. Vimos retrieved his cloak and pack, and strolled into the city.

[Winter]

Timestamp: Spring 511 AV The paws leave their tracks as a dashing shadow leaves its tracks into the soil… Winter’s fur coat follows the wind that clashes with his face; he runs with his satchel hanging from his morphed neck, this one carries all of his possessions and miscellaneous items. The scent gets stronger and stronger in his nostrils, there was something up ahead the road; as the distance from the city diminishes, Winter stops and relieves his neck of the single armed satchel he uses to carry: Giving gentle steps, the satchel falls from his throat and finds the ground. Some of the items within it can be seen wanting to fall off… Winter knew that most of people that had sight of his wolf form usually tend to run or to charge at him… He was aware he’d have to morph back to his human form in order to enter the city, and that’s what he does. Being naked also didn’t help in the first impressions. He opens his satchel revealing his food, clothing and a small pouch with the rest of his Mizas, which seems full by the way. Winter dresses up with his usual sleeveless fur jacket and his baggy pants, he decides not to use any kind of footwear as the climate is pretty warm, it is, after all, Spring. Even at his human form, he could still feel the scent of the people and animals inside the fortress walls, he goes closer, as one of the guards take sight of him and his facial scars. Intrigued, one of them decides to interrogate Winter: -“Looking for trouble young man? – the guard asks. -“I’d say trouble usually looks for me…” – Winter smiles as he answers the guard. -“I believe you won’t be finding any inside the city walls...” -“Good… Not really my thing to “show my teeth” around civilized areas y’know.” – He gives a sly smile, showing off his elongated teeth. The guard seems to be fairly experienced, as so, he knew Winter was a Kelvic the moment he proclaimed the last sentence. -“Really hope you don’t boy… “Ain’t really my style to show my sword around..” – The Guard jokes, swallowing his ego in the presence of the canine Kelvic, certainly he wouldn’t like to pick a fight with a scarred wolf; scars usually give the feeling the bearer is used to fighting. -“So… Y’know where I can find a decent place to stay and have some meals? Quite hungry.” -“Where’s your master for that, son?” -“Luckily I’ll find one inside the city, I’m all by myself right now and looking for a place to stay, care to help?” – he answers back to the guard somewhat politely. He ain’t much of a fan of strangers that ask too many questions, even this one being a guard. The guard replies with a various number of Inns and taverns of Syliras, giving him some advices about where to go and where not, tipping him of the wrong alleys and the good markets he could go. The guard allows him to pass the gates after the short talk, giving him its last words of advice. Winter’s nostrils are possessed by an incredible amount of scents as he takes his first steps inside the fort. He throws his satchel to his back and carries her with one hand over his left shoulder. He soon makes use of the guard advices about the city and decides to check out the town’s Bazaar. He approaches a merchant stand and takes a look in its goods and wares, he eyes a small whistle, curious, he asks the merchant about it: -“Hey.” – he introduces his presence to the merchant. -“Hello there boy…” – the merchant answers back, now aware of Winter. -“What’s this thing here? – he takes the bird call from the stand, showing it to the merchant. -“That’s a bird call you dumb nut… You blow it and some birdies come around…” – he answers Winter, pondering the kiddo intellect. -“Hmm.. How much is it anyway? I give it five silver Mizas and no more.” – he haggles with the merchant, even unaware of its price. -“Certainly boy, leave the money in my counter and scram already…” Winter nods and do as ordered, not willingly, but he knew it was a good deal.. He still had plenty of money in his pouch, that was more than enough to make him happy; he just got a new toy that could bring him free food whenever he wished by a fair price. He follows to a Inn somewhat close to that location and rents a room for the rest of the week, he’s curious about the city and still have hope that he’ll find a worthy bond mate somewhere in the city.

[Kiizir]

Kiizir was tired, he had been traveling near non stop since departing from his homeland of Sultros. He was lucky to be alive in truth, he had overcome many obstacles to make it this far with his life and his belongings. Now, a few feet from entering the city in which he decided would where he would begin anew. He was on the verge of blacking out. The guards were eyeing him warily, he was an obvious threat. He was an armored warrior, carrying an assortment of weapons. He was expecting to be stopped, and was surprised he found no resistance. Kiizir was not sure if it was his appearance, his armor was worn ragged, in despite need of a few major repairs. Kiizia also was on the ragged side of things, he had not shaved in a month or so. His facial hair was growing untamed and untouched. And he must have a truly sour look on his face. He was ready for it all to end. If the guards stopped him, he would stop. With a grudging resistance and an attitude. Kiizir needed a good days rest, and massive amounts of food. He was starving. The trip was a long and hard one, testing him and many ways. Kizir was nearly through the gates, when a crackled voice shouted for him to stop. “Sir, halt!” Kiizir stopped in his tracks. An angry look came over his face, and he his temperature began to rise. “Yes?” Kiizir asked with a obviously pissed off tone. “Ahh..well” the guard stumbled over his words. “We need your information before you can enter the city.” He finished, his voice returning to what must’ve been normal. “My name I Kiizir Ironheart.I am obviously an Isur. And I am here to find a job, but first a place to rest and eat.” With his business concluded. Kiizi turned and strode into the city, leaving the guard where he stood.

[Devlin Bristol]

So here he stood at the gates of the most populated city in the land. It had been quite some time since he had taken up a residence in a city but he was sure that he wouldn't be staying for too long, or maybe he would, he hadn't made up his mind yet. After all he just wanted more training and knowledge of magic and this seemed like a good place to stop and look around for awhile. There were so many people here that he was sure that he would have no problem finding easy prey to practice on and maybe even earn some coin doing it. As he approached the guards he bow graciously before them,"Greetings sirs, I seek entrance into your fine city here. I only wish to take shelter and find work here." He straightened up again and his cold eyes never left the stare of the guard before him. He was not foolish enough to try any tricks with these men, not yet anyway. Perhaps as he became more comfortable in the city he would begin taking more risks. "As you can see I have no weapons of any kind on me so I am of no threat to you or any citizens that reside here." His tone was very blunt and a devilish smile crept across his face as he spoke. The guards waved him through with little resistance. Honestly he had expected a more through investigation from them, more the fools were they then.

[Malemar]

2nd Spring, 511 AV

Walking along at a steady pace, Malemar gazed in awe at the great gates standing before him. This was the first time he had been to a city. He had hear much about them, but to actually see one with his own eyes was a different matter entirely. The gates were tall and of stone, with enormous oak doors that opened inwards. There were many people going in and out of the gates, more than he had ever seen in one place. It was overwhelming to a simple villager like Malemar.

Abrubtly he realised that he had reached the gates, which was about the same time he decided to snap out of his daydream. He looked at the guards curiously as they stood, examining the entrants to the city. He didn't linger for long however after one of the guards shot him a sharp look. At that, he hurried onwards through the gates and into the city.

[Maegon]

Date: 20th Day of Spring, 511 AV It's pretty warm for the start of Spring, but Maegon carries his cloak around anyway. Being unnoticed is a good way to stay out of trouble, and even with the Sylirian Knights watching over everyone, it never hurt to be cautious. Checking his pockets again, he found his money pouch and sighed in relief. It had all come from his work, and so it meant that much more than just monetary value. "Around here again?" the guard asks. Maegon recognizes him as being the one who is usually around whenever he enters or leaves the city. They weren't "friends" in the full sense of the term, but for an old man with a scruffy beard and a mean guard face, they got along pretty well. "Still haven't found what I'm looking for, sir," Maegon answers with a warm smile. "People tend to want and stay in the city, while there might be untold riches outside." "You know kiddo, my father used to say that your body, even if it has one less arm, was your greatest treasure, and that you shouldn't throw it away like that," says the guard, scratching his beard. "Whatever do you want to find anyway? A mighty huge beast that'll bite your head right off?" "Nothing like that. If you prepare adequately, there's more chance that you'll end up with both your life and the treasure, than lose both." The guard shakes his head and sighs. "Fine, go on in. Just make sure that it's the monsters that end you, not the people you're up with." The guard opens the way and Maegon walks inside the city, the old man's words still in mind. He shakes them away with a smile. He'll be careful, he always is. As he was in hiding his objectives from the guard. What he wanted from the ruins were the books, not the gold. Well, maybe a bit of the gold; a person has to eat. But especially the books. Maegon checks a paper he has brought with him for weeks now. A list of every tavern of Syrilas, some hurriedly written, others scratched because he was forbidden to enter them again. Where would he start today...

[Shamelis]

Date: Spring in the Year 511 AV, day 3

It was close to midnight by the time Shame arrived, and as his wings buckled from exhaustion, he braced himself for the landing. As he crashed to the ground, he knelt along with impact, and rolling with the landing – thus lessening the blow. His claws embedding themselves deep in the street, he sighed in relief that he hadn't landed on his face. Standing, Shame stood and stretched.

Almost as soon as he landed, a group of knights emerged from within the gates and stopped before him.

"HALT!! By the order of the Syliras Knights, I must warn you. Your kind is welcome here, but you will be dealt with on sight if you so much as look at someone sideways." the knights explained

Nodding to knights in understanding, he waited for them to move out of his way, before entering the city.

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[Rovan Dermane]

Spring 511 AV, day 1 His back and buttocks were aching terribly. He had been sitting in a rumbling cart for two days now and grown too tired to continue shifting positions in his uncomfortable seat. The trader with whom he traveled with was irritatingly hearty and light mooded. He was singing constantly with an agonising voice to human ears, yet oblivious to his own tone-deaf condition. And when he did not sing, he whistled the tunes instead - always the same three songs. The scholar assumed this man had finally found someone he could perform to. Rovan had gained heavy, dark circles under his eyesockets and reddened eyes from lack of sleep. When they crossed the next hilltop, he suddenly saw the gates at a distance. He felt a deep sense of relief that this journey was about to end, leaning back his head to the sky. His clothes were wet from a brief shower of rain, his cowl still pulled over his head. Even as the sun started to shine through the gray clouds, he felt the chill starting to creep into his bones. His mind set into the future of sitting infront of a warm fireplace. As sorry as he felt for himself, Rovan was mesmerised by the huge gates of the city. He had never seen anything like this before. Even the hoarse and loud singing of the trader seemed a little distanced now, in his fascination of the mighty stonework. The horse that pulled their cart went through a mass of people with such ease that it told of experiance. Rovan's head turned many times around and craned up to see it all as they went through the gates, entering Syliras. Rovan mumbled a goodbye and some sort of thanking as he stood off the cart, politely declining the trader's offer to "have a mug or two" in the nearby tavern. The man shrugged, letting his horse pull the cart further into the city. The tired scholar could barely take in all the impressions there were in these streets. It would perhaps had been wiser to have followed the trader. He ought to get as many contacts within Syliras as possible. Rovan shook the faint sense of guilt off him, as he started to walk down the streets. First things first. For now, all he could think of was to get a hot bath and a comfortable bed.

[Dayn]

28th of Spring, 511 AV

Dayn was glad to see the spires of Syliras looming in the distance, if only so he could rest his weary legs. The problem with coming home after a year on the road was realizing that nothing had changed. Even from afar, he felt the burden of tradition constricting his throat, stolid and oppressive. It had all but suffocated him when he’d been a squire, yet even now, nearly a decade later, he couldn’t shake the feeling. Every visit seemed to have a prescribed course. First, he would endure his father’s contempt at dinner, resisting the barbs that would begin to manifest shortly after the soup was served. Then he’d go out, get fabulously drunk, and try to keep from seeing his child, only to receive yet another scolding from Leofric, who’d become such a dour fellow in his dotage. Homecomings didn’t amount to more than a series of quarrels.

And yet, Dayn couldn’t deny that he was in good spirits. His purse was overflowing, and he could already taste that first drop of ale upon his lips. He headed to the outer gate, cloak trailing behind him, armor clanking softly as he approached the pair of guards. Dayn thought he glimpsed a flicker of recognition.

“What’s your business?” the guard spoke tersely, clipping his words. He was visibly bored.

“I’ve come to see my father, Ser Davic Nigriso,” Dayn replied with a grin, watching the other guard perk up.

“Nigriso, you said?”

“Aye, that’s right.” Dayn hadn’t lived in the city for a long time, but his father had been disliked there for decades.

”Well, I suppose you know where to find everything,” said the knight, waving him through. Heaving a sigh, Dayn strode through the gate. Nothing ever changed.

[Bolivar]

Bolivar view finally rested on Syliras, the fortified fortress he has heard so much about. After such a long trek going from Sultros to the Taldera region of Karjin and finally to Syliras it was good to see the he has finally come across one of the more organized cities in the region. "Heh, I finally made it huh?" he asked as he urged Silver on, it was still quite a distance away but he was still pretty excited nonetheless. He eventually came upon Evantide Tower and enthusiastically greeted the people there. True, normally he'd just have quick discussions about the area and move on. However this place was different he had to give a better attitude in the city. He wanted to learn as much as he can about this general area, so he had to try for a more active and friendly approach. He noted the bounty service as it seemed to him one of the more viable ways for him to make a living out in the city. Quickly taking the area in he continued on the path to the fortified city. This time however he found himself urging Silver on even though he only managed to get a more hurried trot, he knew he wasn't skilled enough for galloping and he didn't want to waste anytime falling on the ground. Eventually he made it to the front of the gate, it's majesty and grand walls circling the city. He did his best to take everything, the architecture, the metalwork, all very subtle but very efficient forms of work. He didn't gape his mouth open or otherwise show any signs of surprise in it's form, he was a scholar of sorts after all and things like this wasn't enough to blow him away. He found himself strolling to the gate still trying to get acclimated to his new environment. He was stopped as they looked him and his horse checking for any signs of illness. Seeing they were fine they looked Bolivar over again, noting the giant great sword that spanned over his body. "...What business have you here?" One of them asked, possibly determining if letting Bolivar into the city was going to be a good idea. He looked at him straight in the eye, it seems that this thing always seems to attract more attention then it's worth sometimes he thought, it was normal for him to carry it around in Sultros since he was in the military clan but here it seemed somewhat conspicuous. "I have come to learn" He said put simply. He knew that he wasn't too charming besides his occasional happy demeanor, but that too was usually taken away when it came to matters of the mind. I suppose I should explain a bit more in depth he thought as the guard looked at him a bit confused. "I simply came to broaden my scope of knowledge in the world, and seems to me Syliras was the place to go to after leaving Sultros" he said running his hand through his hair. The knight seemed confused by the idea of a Isurian actively wanting to learn about the outside word, even a half-blood. "Alright go on through, just know that if you do anything to mess up the order around here the Knights of Syliras will be more then you can handle" he said taking a step to the side to let him through. Bolivar nodded at the well intended warning, he already knew the rules and regulations of the city and intended to uphold them. "You have my word sir. Now if you'll excuse me. I shall get situated to the area" Bolivar replied softly, urging Silver on. "Good. Alright if you should visit Travel's Row if you have not yet established housing yet good sir. Look for a Matilda Owens she shall get you situated. But first you should go to the housing authority and possibly the employment office." the guard said pointing out the various places around them. At this Bolivar merely nodded taking it all into account, Seems like the organization of this city is to be commended. This truly is an exciting experience! he thought as he gave one of his rare smiles. "Thank you for your help good knight" he said shaking wrists with the knight, his partner watching warily. And that is how it came to be as he urged Silver on into the city, adventures awaited him in the grand city and he couldn't wait to get started. "Now...where do I put my horse" he thought aloud looking around sheepishly.