The gate in question lay not far off from the group's position, within easy walking distance of the Sanity Center and only a few twists and turns away. However, that was subject to change, as was the nature of Alvadas. And change it would indeed, if given chance.
However, the options for the party were limited. The road they stood on, carpeted in a glorious display of fabric that was seemingly sewn through with vibrant, green leaves, led forwards in perhaps the most viable route, past the Sanity Center and around the corner. It was broad and well-lit, with various pedestrians and the occasional handcart being dragged difficultly across the fabric floor.
In the opposite direction, seemingly away from the city walls, the road diminished down to a small street, the Weaving growing bluer the further the eye could see.
The paths were winding, despite the straightforwardness of the street. The further away from the Sanity Center they got, the less people also travelled the streets with them, although the occasional passerby would walk past, heads sometimes quite literally in the clouds. The street narrowed, smaller and smaller, until only two could walk abreast comfortably.
With all four of them walking and searching however, despite or perhaps because of the slippery nature of the streets, the Gaping Maw would loom close, set into the wall and once again slightly more busy with foot traffic, although still rather quiet.
Upon observation, the four travellers would see the back of the Maw, a simple, dark stone tunnel leading through the wall. Outside, the path lead down to the Patchwork Port, well trodden. A few travellers and natives wandered back and forth between the port and the city, and one hopeful woman with hair like a buttercup stood selling various knick-knacks from a portable stall. Sitting besides the Maw was an unassuming man, only noticeable due to the foot sticking out from behind a rock that his back lay against.
Whether the four people of the self-titled quest would find what they were looking for, in front of the stony face of the Maw, was anyone's guess...
~Beautiful boxcode credits go to Firenze!
However, the options for the party were limited. The road they stood on, carpeted in a glorious display of fabric that was seemingly sewn through with vibrant, green leaves, led forwards in perhaps the most viable route, past the Sanity Center and around the corner. It was broad and well-lit, with various pedestrians and the occasional handcart being dragged difficultly across the fabric floor.
In the opposite direction, seemingly away from the city walls, the road diminished down to a small street, the Weaving growing bluer the further the eye could see.
The paths were winding, despite the straightforwardness of the street. The further away from the Sanity Center they got, the less people also travelled the streets with them, although the occasional passerby would walk past, heads sometimes quite literally in the clouds. The street narrowed, smaller and smaller, until only two could walk abreast comfortably.
With all four of them walking and searching however, despite or perhaps because of the slippery nature of the streets, the Gaping Maw would loom close, set into the wall and once again slightly more busy with foot traffic, although still rather quiet.
Upon observation, the four travellers would see the back of the Maw, a simple, dark stone tunnel leading through the wall. Outside, the path lead down to the Patchwork Port, well trodden. A few travellers and natives wandered back and forth between the port and the city, and one hopeful woman with hair like a buttercup stood selling various knick-knacks from a portable stall. Sitting besides the Maw was an unassuming man, only noticeable due to the foot sticking out from behind a rock that his back lay against.
Whether the four people of the self-titled quest would find what they were looking for, in front of the stony face of the Maw, was anyone's guess...
~Beautiful boxcode credits go to Firenze!
