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 Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 7:19 pm
While Rinon is not a walled city, and does not truly have any gates there are a number of main thoroughfares into the city by land, three primary ones. By far the largest comes from due north straight into the market. It's trail is well paved, well worn, and well traveled, large convoys leave and enter the city regularly through here.
To the east another trail leads off into the distance, riding the coast nearly parallel to the equator. A common traveler route but mostly ignored by traders, it is not paved and in some places in total disrepair but near the city kept in good condition. It runs along the slums before splitting into smaller streets, anyone who takes the road must be cautious of less than respectable merchants and muggers in this area; Since the forest is closest here and the law scarce smugglers often sneak their wares across at night, employing local muscle for labor.
The third road is the only to go all the way to the bay, it runs along the western mountains to the northwestern cities. Though not as traveled as the North Road it is odd to see it empty at any time of day or year. Because of it's mountainous terrain convoys are forced to use many small transports instead of a few large ones, and often require more defense.
The city is surrounded by forest, it takes up a large portion of the continent and is home to many less than friendly creatures. But in between Rinon and the forest is a large field, grass trimmed to a manageable height, about waist high, no shrubs or trees for longer than the average man can run.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 11:41 am
Mahna could not believe what he was doing. He was left lost and desperately wandering the forest, and had somehow stumbled upon smugglers bringing in some illegal goods from the east roads to Rinon. At first he had been glad to fall upon another group of travelers, but his goodwill soon expired after thoroughly examining their reasons for being there, and their questionable motives.
He had agreed of course to fly overhead of them, searching out possible hazards that could quite possibly thwart their work, in exchange for a few gold pieces and guidance to the trade-center that is Rinon.
The wind passed through his wings, as if to caress their weariness and comfort him on his current action. The pendant that glowed on his chest had risen to his forehead to form a jewel, and from the outside appearance, he looked to be no more than a flock of seagulls.
The city soon began to come into his view, and he looked down to the smugglers and began to make an evaluation, before he made his true decision. He broke off from rank, and flew towards the city to land in the nearby streets to further his progress for an answer to the cards power that he possessed. His eyes wandered the broken homes and rundown shops as he looked for somewhere to start.
((Proceed to Slums))
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