Chapter 1: Stolen Lands - The Free City of Restov.   Posted by Narrator.Group: 0
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Wed 5 Oct 2016
at 23:56
Chapter 1: Stolen Lands - The Free City of Restov
Nowhere is the Rostlandic spirit more alive than in the Free City of Restov. The city owes its allegiance to the Brevic crown, and Lord Mayor Ioseph Sellemius must bend his knee before the Dragonscale Throne like any lord, but otherwise Restov belongs to no house, making it a haven for the lost glories of the Aldori swordlords and those who look back to the old days before the coming of the Conqueror. Restov is a city of both refinement and rough-and-tumble manners, as only a colony can be in fondly recalling and imitating its motherland. The gentry of Restov consider themselves sophisticates, although a Taldan visitor would consider their ways quaint, and touched with no small amount of northern barbarism.

The city is a bustling trade center along the border. Restovís relative wealth supports no small number of idle and titled lordlings and merchantsí sons. They frequent the various Aldori and Taldan dueling schools, as well as the alehouses, and fight each other in street corner challenges at dawn and dusk. The schools, salons, and taprooms of Restov are also hotbeds of rebellious talk against the reign of King Noleski Surtova, with young firebrands in search of a leader to rally them to the cause.

You are all stood outside the mayor's office in a grand waiting room, nicely appointed with fine, upholstered wooden furnishings. On the walls are tapestries of the exploits of the Aldori swordlords, large window providing a sweeping view of the city beyond. You have been waiting for some time now, it shouldn't be long before you are seen.

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Gawain of Rostland
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Thu 6 Oct 2016
at 09:34
Chapter 1: Stolen Lands - The Free City of Restov
Gawain is propped up against a wall, patiently waiting for his appointment with the Lord Mayor. He has the trappings of a pauper knight, his tarnished old mail hauberk fits comfortably over heavily worn grey padding, his longsword strapped across his back wrapped in a folded sheet of leather more akin to a barbers kit of razors than a scabbard. Propped up next to him is a battered old kite shield, poignantly lacking any coat-of-arms. He is a little on the short side for a knight, standing a mere 5'7" due to his bastard heritage, his slightly angular features and pointed ears betraying his shame to all who see him.

He has long mahogany hair, partially tied back into a scalp-level pony-tail with the rest hanging loose, and a single braid tucked behind his left ear, with neatly trimmed facial hair and a face that looks both young yet world-weary at the same time.

He has been waiting in this office for some time, others have come and gone, waiting far less before succumbing to idle frustration and fidgeting, while Gawain just leaned there seemingly unphased by the passage of time.

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Alexander Tabler
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Thu 6 Oct 2016
at 13:49
Chapter 1: Stolen Lands - The Free City of Restov
Alexander is sat on one of the well crafted seats in the room and leaning forwards, hands resting underneath his chin and his blue eyes fixed on the door that he expects the mayor to emerge from.

His long coat is placed on the back of the chair, leaving him in a bi-corner hat, simple loose shirt with short sleeves and trousers. You can see that he's a strongly built man through hthe thin fabric of his top. His arms notably don't have the usual trappings of sailors but do have scars from poorly healed wounds.

Bloody Brevoy and their bloody rules he thinks to himself, irritated at how long the mayor is taking to turn up. He begins to play with his long messy black hair to pass the time but quickly bores of the activity.

Finally getting annoyed of the lack of talking, he turns to the figure leaning on the wall and says in a loud strong voice:

"Oi Half elf. Have you got any idea how long they plan on keeping us sat around before getting to the bit we came here for?"

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Tatyana Volkov
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Thu 6 Oct 2016
at 15:15
Chapter 1: Stolen Lands - The Free City of Restov
Tatyana has been very animated whilst waiting. Having wandered from tapestry to tapestry, taking in each embroidered scene with fascination, she has now settled for looking at a particularly colourful scene depicted on the tapestry next to the large shield.

Although she has moved around several times, her hand has been continually within reach of the ornate hilt at her hip. The accompanying blade held in its scabbard, carefully matched in colour to the dark studded leather of her armour and boots. Her pitch dark and precisely braided hair reaching down to her waist, enhancing her meticulously crafted appearance. Her features themselves well defined, along with her tall thin stature mark her as physically fit, and undeniably human.

Her chestnut eyes move briefly to the man speaking, regarding him, or perhaps his choice of words with something akin to disdain. Before returning quickly to the scene in front of her and pulling free a loose thread from the needlework.

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