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 Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 2:13 pm
 Șȩѵąɳ The Country at the East Coast Trading Port City Market Homes
Underwater Caverns Beach Bay Ƞąϊʠą is the capital city of the eastern coastal country of Sevan. Naida is the largest industrial capital in the world, famous for its golden architecture, beautiful beaches, and large variety of shopping. Sevan is the richest land, Leinae coming in second, and Damir in third. Much trade is done overseas, trades in all sorts of businesses providing an excellent number of jobs. There is lots of work to be found here in the trades.
In Sevan, the climate is of the Tropical sort:
Spring - High 70-60 degrees; Low 60-50 degrees
Summer - High 90-70 degrees; Low 70-65 degrees
Fall - High 65 degrees; Low 50-40 degrees
Winter - High 55 degrees; Low 30 degrees
Annual Precipitation:
There is around 10 to 30 inches of precipitation annually (per year), most occurring during the summer and winter seasons. Springs are warm, moist, and a bit humid due to rain. Summers are rather dry with low humidity, breezes off the sea keeping the land cool. Autumn is typically cool and dry with very low humidity and the occasional cold snap. Winters are cold with the occasional hard freeze.
Plants and Animals:
Wild-life on the coasts of Sevan consists of sea creatures, sea otters, sea lions, and the occasional salt water crocodile. In-land animals consist of black bears, bobcats, coyotes, wolves, foxes, small rodents, song birds, and birds of prey such as hawks. Plant life includes palm trees, kelp, giant ferns, and flowers and deciduous trees of different sorts.
Cities surrounding Llayda are:
Kuval
Llayda
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 5:25 pm
 ɀɩɭѵ ❝ The Night comes in a howling rage
Seeking the One who has caused it anguish
❛Thy soul is bound to eternal hatred, Your very self sold to solitude❜ ❞Tisket, Tasket. The World is in a basket... xxxxxxxSalty airs pierced her nose, a disgruntled face appearing beneath the tan-colored hood. Rickety, rickety. Creeeeeeeeaaak. Her dark grey hands gently pulled on the reins, slowing the sturdy horses down to rest in the cities square. Gay houses and quaint shops lined the paved area, laughing children and smiling adults strolling here and there. The sun was just reaching its peak. A terrible thing the sun... The wood wagon rolled to a stop, the train of other wagons coming close behind. There was a good size of them, whoever they were. Armored people walked here and there, strangely dressed individuals sat upon high and low. Passbyers paused and stared at the spectacle. Who were these travelers? And why in such a large number? The hooded figure seemed one of malice and some children hid behind their mothers as if hit by scalding water.
xxxxxxx She slowly stood from her post, surprisingly not very tall, and hopped off the high seat. Tip. Rustle. Dark royal blue cloth fluttered as her cloak fllowed behind. A soft landing as the hooded figure faced towards the group, and pulled off her hood, revealing a gaunt woman's face with high cheekbones. Her grey skin was certainly an eyesore amongst the bright, joyous colors of the city. Eyes scanned the wagons, examining the contents and company. Perfect; not a thing out of sight or sound. White braided hair danced with the salty breeze, sending chills down her spine. She squinted against the light, her eyes trying to adjust to the brightness. Certainly didn't help that the roads here shined as well. Above dwellers and their emphasis on shiny metals. She wouldn't be surprised if they jeweled the streets here to make it glitter in the sun. Raising her hand her had to cover her face, she glanced around at the bustling city.
xxxxxxx The murmurs of the peasants around the troupe made a smirk a her lips, a menacing look it was. Looked like a promising place for an evening show. For it was always more magically at night for them. But it would only b for tonight since this is not their orginal destination, but a relaxing resting place. They should start setting up and rehearse one final time. But first,...
xxxxxxx "Alright, you have until sundown to replenish and re-supply yourselves!" her booming voice rang for all to hear. Lest they be late and suffer...
❛『Fear it』, child. Fear the Night.
For Night will only lay you down to sleep
Down to die.
（Down to drown.）❜ Don't worry. 'Tis only Fear that will slit your throat..
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 11:27 pm
Isaol had spent many years making a name for herself in Amadahy, however, she felt like it was time for a vacation. She wanted to go somewhere, anywhere, where no one would know her. Somehow she ended up in Naida.
Isaol lifted a hand and shadowed her crystal blue eyes from the light
of the sun. Its rays warmed her tanned skin. She hated the sun. She
felt exposed, but for some reason all of her clients wanted to meet
during the day in open areas.
She shook her head letting her hair toss from side to side. She was
on vacation. She would not allow such thoughts to enter her mind.
The caravan woman's voice rang out through the air, catching
Isaol's attention.
"What is this now?" she whispered to herself. She began to walk
closer in order to get a better look.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 7:14 pm
ɀɩɭѵ ❝ The Night comes in a howling rage
Seeking the One who has caused it anguish
❛Thy soul is bound to eternal hatred, Your very self sold to solitude❜ ❞Tisket, Tasket. The World is in a basket... xxxxxxxAs the caravan separated, the townspeople began to calm their nerves. Oh, a silly troupe. Some of her men went to relax in some of the tavern. The performers to buy some new stitching here and there. The girls giggled over how their castmates, especially the guys, tried to freshen up before greeting any of the local shop keepers. A guard of hers unharnessed the horses and lead them to a nearby stable for feeding and rest. Her grey skin was warming to the sun, the wind slowly dying down and releasing her braid from its frantic dancing.
xxxxxxx She slowly scanned the town, inspecting anything, everything. She needed to know shortcuts, buildings, and routes. All for the safety of her caravan. She could not allow such merchandise be harmed. After quickly scanning the crowds, she laid her eyes on a young woman with remarkable blue eyes. Almost jewels that Above dwellers cherished. A look of confusion crossed the woman's face before scooting forward. A small smirk appeared on her lips. Ahh... Finally some customers. Children were beginning to let curiosity lead them, one bold youngling boy tugging on cloak. Annoying chit.. She glanced down at the herd of children looking up at her.
xxxxxxx "M..miss, What..what is this?" He dared ask, trying to look brave. A pause before she magically pulled a flyer from nowhere and handed it to the youngsters. She bent down to whisper. "A traveling wonder. Now, go..tell everyone, little one," she replied, winking. The children squealed and ran in every direction, determined to show off their new found information about the new comers. Such gullible things..
xxxxxxx
❛『Fear it』, child. Fear the Night.
For Night will only lay you down to sleep
Down to die.
（Down to drown.）❜ Don't worry. 'Tis only Fear that will slit your throat..
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 9:58 pm
Isaol stared in wonder at the long train of wagons as she approached. Maybe she had spent too much time in the dark. She wondered if things like this were normal for other cities, but with the way everyone else had stared, maybe not. However, why were the people suddenly so disinterested?
She watched the smaller children run up to the woman, discuss words, then run off with a flyer. She slowly approached the woman, taking care to stay just far enough away.
Isaol had removed her needles for today, trying to avoid any suspicion or major or unnecessary concern from other people. Still, her knifes and a few spare needles were safely tucked and hidden away in her large boots. One knife, her precious dagger she had saved so much to buy, was strapped to her side, peace tied. She wouldn't go anywhere unarmed, even on vacation.
"Excuse me," she said as she became within earshot of the woman. "I do hope I'm not a bother, but I was hoping to ask what all of this is." She pointed vaguely at the train of wagons.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 11:34 am
ɀɩɭѵ ❝ The Night comes in a howling rage
Seeking the One who has caused it anguish
❛Thy soul is bound to eternal hatred, Your very self sold to solitude❜ ❞Tisket, Tasket. The World is in a basket... xxxxxxxShe glanced up upon hearing a young woman's voice. The same one who had scooted forward. How..cautious.. She studied the figure in front of her. The lithe limbs and the tensed stance. Like a whip. A small smirk on her lips. The human was right to be cautious of her and her kind. Her dark maroon eyes glistened with secret delight. Surprisingly, the girl did not flinch at her grey skin or white hair. Then again, nowadays, people thought her to be cursed of some sort and let her be. Drows weren't really creatures to walk boldly in sunlight, so why would she be one, they must have thought.
xxxxxxx She turned fully to the woman, who was slightly taller than she. "..It is a traveling troupe, little one. Have you never seen one before?" she inquired, not really knowing if she sounded condescending or not. Then, she scanned the girl up and down. She probably could be superior to the girl in everything but height. But no one would judge an enemy by its height.
xxxxxxx
xxxxxxx
❛『Fear it』, child. Fear the Night.
For Night will only lay you down to sleep
Down to die.
（Down to drown.）❜ Don't worry. 'Tis only Fear that will slit your throat..
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 11:01 pm
 It burns out of control
xxx I don't know how long
x Losing my grip
 Sitting on the long abandoned bridge on the far west side of town, the boy swayed his feet, his mind lofty in thought of grand adventure. He pictured himself the grand hero of the day, using his gift of the flame to battle away evil and protecting the innocent. His hair danced in the wing, eyes blank in an upward stare to the sky. His fingers held against the rail of the bridge as his body rocked back and forth with the movement of his feet. He was absent to the world, blind to what little was actually happening around him. There was no work for him to do around the city, and his hunger was not strong enough, yet, to strive theft of a meal. Not that he condoned such actions, but times were tough for those with his select skills. Few were in need of those who could bend fire to their will and had a mind with birds wings.
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