[Taloba] The Gates (Arriving PC's Post Here!)

by **Logos** on March 7th, 2013, 10:07 pm

A barely-worn, small path leads up to a massive wall of stone and vine, of bone and wood. From the top, sharp spikes protrude, many with skulls of various shapes and sizes mounted on them, one after another. This is the massive Myrian city of Taloba. Almost entirely concealed by the thick jungle foliage, many visitors hardly realize how close to the city until they approach the walls... or one of the thousands of lethal traps surrounding the outside of the capital. Sentries loom, hidden from sight, along the top of the wall, armed to the teeth, and watching... always watching.

At the enormous gate, two skeletons stand impaled, a warning. An enormous dead snake is displayed on the wall, an omen. No Charodae nor Dhani may pass here, should they reach the gates. Two menacing Myrian warriors stand guard at the gate, one on each side. They are tall and dark-skinned, dressed in leather, marked with tattoos and ritual scars, they carry both glaive and battle axe. They are accompanied often by an enormous tiger, looking relaxed and vicious all at once. Any non-Myrian who attempts to enter is stopped, and access is denied until the guards are satisfied. And even then... they may still be turned away. The Myrians do not like outsiders.

You have been warned. Enter if you dare...

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by **Dhyanos Vahl** on March 18th, 2013, 4:10 pm

Dhyanos trekked through the dense and damp jungle common for the area. However, being a water-dwelling being from Charbosi there was nothing common about all of this for Dhyanos. His gills jerked from time to time not used to the atmosphere as he gently removed the twigs and branches in front of him being careful not to cause any unnecessary injury to the fauna. Perhaps it was a mistake for him to come here but in the end he had no choice, in the end he had to know, in the end he had to find the answers to the questions that haunted him day and night.

"Why did you do it, brother? Why?"

After what felt like a eternity Dhyanos arrived close to the gates leading into the ancient city of Taloba. He knew that should he be seen there was a gruesome chance that he might get killed on the spot so he made sure not to be seen, taking advantage of his natural green tone of skin melt into the green of the jungle. Although he had never met or even seen a Myrain in person he had learned allot about them during his education back in his younger days. Now being so close to them that he could almost smell them he was not sure he ever wanted to. But he had to know, there were no other choice. Dhyanos sat down and meditated on the situation he was in, trying to find a path to continue on this quest.

by **Zurenai Avarachi** on May 13th, 2013, 10:06 pm

Zurenai's eyes open and he looks around, his black fur gleaming purple in the gentle light and his tail swaying gently as he stands up His last meal torn open & strewn out beside him, hanging on a branch. He strips the rest of the meat off it's carcass, a Tapir by the looks of it. He grabs his bag in his mouth and crawls down the side of the tree, landing softly on the pads of his feet as he leaps off and begins to trek towards The Gates of Taloba.

He shifts human as he gets within sight of the gates and slowly dresses himself, growling silently at how stupid it is, remembering how many times he was scolded for walking naked in Sylira. He finishes dressing and straps his bag on his shoulders, his knife on his hip and walks to the gates. He frowns as the guards stop him, "What business have you here?" they ask him and he shrugs simply. "I simply wish a place to stay, may I have that or must I trek further?" he replies. "You may stay, for now." They say and step aside, back to their posts and he walks through the gates, noticeably more agitated now.

by **Nightly** on June 28th, 2013, 2:59 pm

It had only been just shy a month since he had reached this city and started silently watching it in the shadows. He had never attempted to enter. Not when a good view could be had just from the near trees. Yet now he tried, gazing at the entrance with two guards before him. Shaky on two feet and nearly trembling from the over whelming fear that stalked him. In this form he was no hunter, he was weak and fleshy. He was food wrapped up in dead cloth of some unknown creature.

He could smell another cat, a sour tang of a male but then there were cats everywhere. “I want to enter.” He spoke after standing there staring at them for who knows how long. The space of time hadn’t seemed to faze them, or the low sultry tone he used without the knowledge of what it implied. The two guards stared at him and Nightly pulled back his lips and flashed his all to sharp teeth. It was like challenging a rock for all the attention it earned.

Finally one of the guards gave a jerk of his head to the entrance, and he bristled. As if he really needed to ask these two, he could have jumped the wall; could have slipped in on a branch. Why didn’t he? Another flash of his teeth for good measures, then he moved between the two and entered. It galled him that he had to turn his back to them. It only grew as he felt a twinge of unease at the process. But he was in the city now, might as well explore this new place and see what he could find of the twisting old passages that could not be found from the edging trees.

by **Rairon the stealthy** on July 4th, 2013, 11:20 pm

Rairon finally found the small path, the city he has been looking for. excited, but at the same time, nervous, he makes his way through the small passage. he has seen enough death when he was younger. but the skeletons made him cringe, he reached the guards. they confronted him.
"I need to enter the city" Rairon said. surprised on how confident he sounded, the guards looked down at him, arms crossed. Rairon felt as if he was being judged just by that sentence. "what if they didn't like me, what if they won't let me in, what if they are going to kill me on the spot..." Rairon though, clearly panicking, but trying to show confidence on the outside. shortly after, one of the guards made a signal with his hand, and the gates opened. he quickly made his way inside and breathed a huge breath of relief. his new life was starting

by **Nanak** on September 15th, 2013, 8:53 pm

His Axe in his hand as he made his way through the gates. His mark bared for all to see, he walked tall and proud. The guards would pay little mind to the Myrian as he made his way back into his beloved homeland. He smiled a toothy grin as he sheathed his axe. He nodded to the guards as he passed, just to show that he new they were there. Their tigers beside them, a slight hint of jealousy played across his smile as he passed them. He would be like them one day, with a tiger.

by **Moru** on October 31st, 2013, 10:27 pm

A young Myrian boy of maybe ten years of age came out of the jungle and moved towards the gate. The boy was a bit skinny, he had a tattoo on his left shoulder and his black hair was cut short in shame. All he wore was some sort of primitive loincloth and a bola hung from the leather string around his waist that looked somewhat primitive too. A small backpack was on his back but the tattoo remained mostly visible.
Slightly bent over he carried a smaller antelope across his shoulder and he held it up by the legs in front of him. In his right hand he held a simple wooden spear too. A light trail of blood from the single wound that killed the animal ran down his back and mixed with the sweat trickling down his otherwise surprisingly clean body. Beside the sweat and the slightly bent over walk nothing indicated the weight of the antelope.

The boy didn't pay much attention to the frightening skeletons because by now he was used to them. It had been different as he reached Taloba the first time two years ago in the summer of 511 A.V. Then they caused a shiver and twitch in his stomach but taking his courage together he approached the guards and Myrian tigers as upright as he could loaded with another antelope.

Now he did the same but this time he called out a respectful greeting to the guards and their Myrian tiger. "Obviously you had a good hunt, Moru." the rider of the tiger called back but the other guard mad a disgusted snort that showed his displeasure of his boy.
For the normal guard he was just a boy without family and clan, a brat that shouldn't be allowed into the city if he had a say in it. The rider on the other hand knew Moru from the training grounds of the Myrian tigers where the boy often worked and helped with the training. He knew the boy as always being ready to do what was needed despite it being hard work for such a young boy.

Moru passed the guards and didn't even flinch as the massive tiger showed obvious interest in his game. "Sorry big fella, this one goes to the Den of Exiles." he told the Myrian tiger, who wouldn't have much trouble to rip him apart if he wanted, as he passed him closely. A loud snort that blew the tigers breath and a it spit against his bare skin was his only answer and didn't indicate if the big animal understood him. Moru chuckled in obvious amusement about the reaction as he went on into Taloba.
From his first sight of the Myrian tigers as he entered the city the first time two years ago he was amazed by them but not frightened. Moru had respect of them because of their strength and size but after working on the training grounds close to them he was sure he had not been in any danger at this moment.

by **Kwantu** on March 6th, 2014, 8:17 pm

1st/Spring/514.

Spring was certainly blooming, not that the winters and the summers ever seemed to change the damnable heat that rolled through the forests and seemed to insulate it all the more. Not that he minded - quite the contrary, he reveled in the sweltering humidity that had sweat soon clinging to his back like extra luggage as he pushed aside the final branches, and uncovered the Mother-City. A small, brisque travel of several days proven itself an acceptable loss. As had the departure from his brothers and sisters. Just to be here.. and, he hoped, belong. Because after all.. what could be more glorious than the chance to serve their Goddess-Queen in her noble cause to return their kind to their rightful stature as the prominent, the dominant of the world?

So enraptured, it was only when he dawned on the door that he found the two guards stood stock, watching with suspicious eyes and a third pair not far behind, yellow and slitted. He nodded, and they nodded in return. "Peace on you." There wasn't really much else he could think on saying, although one of the two guards seemed a bit confused by the way his sweat-covered brow furrowed and a distinct frown formed on the corners of his mouth. The other seemed unperturbed - so he repeated himself. "Peace on you." That seemed to calm him down, and they both stood back as he passed between them, his pack rocking back and forth with the weapons stored inside. Weapons that would soon be shown battle, see Dhani flesh and Charoda blood.. for Myri!

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