Gm post
Bacon is fluffy
Wut'n th'name of davy jonez lockr is uh sall-add?
The vampire coming from the Western gates would have noticed an abundance of guardsmen of different rank and role. There would generally be at least two watching the gates from dawn when they first open, till dusk when they closed. In general the standard procedure would be to stop every person, even if a long line stretching for miles would form. One can never be too careful with checks, especially when magic's involved. Normally there would be dogs to sniff out the non-humans, with nostrils sharpened by the arcane arts to detect even the most sly of hybrids and humanoids. Seers would accompany them in case of a false alarm and to detect any abnormal cargo one my be carrying. Newly invented gunpowder, contraband, and even foreign foods are all regulated carefully. Or rather, they would normally be. Things have gotten lax at the capital, so no one would have even thought to stop the Vampire as he strolled in through the western entrance. Its doors left open and nearly pulled off their hinges, townsgaurd barely even conscious. Those that were, were lax as if they were on downtime with their families; eating good foods and enjoying the finer things in life, all while in uniform.
However there would be one guard which didn't stand for this nonsense. At the first junction leading into town a stalky knight approached the vampire, with a height exceeding 8 feet, he eclipsed the man's figure and bathed him in shadow. His armor was thick, but glistening with runic magics that shined brightly in the sun, which partially were used to intimidate people. Sleek steel plates seamlessly forged together to form a suit of arms which nary had even the slightest of weak spots which to exploit. Yet he moved as if he were in civilian clothing, with a eye possessing a crimson gleam. His broad shoulders wide like mountains and arms like cannons. He held his hand out to gesture the Vampire to stop,not a single creak from his metallic armor. Nor a single word to accompany his command, his presence alone would be enough to take a normal man back due to the runic powers bestowed upon him.
Oreo Cookie
LadyOfStars
Crossing into Anduin, one would see an intimidating guard tower, with finely crafted blocks of stone and armaments for soldiers to use in case of an attack. Though now they were lonely, devoid of life and abandoned. The town's edge would carry the stench of decay, strongest where the barren trees reside, marked by the grayed earth. Approaching the walls one would notice a lack of guardsmen on duty, miles towering 100 foot walls left unmanned. Their catapults as lonely as the former check points marked by guard towers. An air of levity inundated the usually poor and struggling country side of Anduin, which were little more than vassals to the lords of St. Coraline. Meanwhile the streets outside of the walled city would be filled to the brim with peoples of all walks of life. Aristocrats jawwing away with peasants, demihumans such as elves and dwarfs playing cards with humans in taverns. And a bustling city which seemed to be in a perpetual state lively chaos. Although every now and then you might come across a guard's watchful eye. His fingers tightly wrapped around the stalk of their spears and shoulders slumped. Those who were consciously doing their duties, were often ignored as by civilians would pass through without a care in the world, even when threatened.
However there would be one guard which didn't stand for this nonsense. At the first junction leading into town a stalky knight approached the vampire, with a height exceeding 8 feet, he eclipsed the man's figure and bathed him in shadow. His armor was thick, but glistening with runic magics that shined brightly in the sun, which partially were used to intimidate people. Sleek steel plates seamlessly forged together to form a suit of arms which nary had even the slightest of weak spots which to exploit. Yet he moved as if he were in civilian clothing, with a eye possessing a crimson gleam. His broad shoulders wide like mountains and arms like cannons. He held his hand out to gesture the Vampire to stop,not a single creak from his metallic armor. Nor a single word to accompany his command, his presence alone would be enough to take a normal man back due to the runic powers bestowed upon him.
Oreo Cookie
LadyOfStars
Crossing into Anduin, one would see an intimidating guard tower, with finely crafted blocks of stone and armaments for soldiers to use in case of an attack. Though now they were lonely, devoid of life and abandoned. The town's edge would carry the stench of decay, strongest where the barren trees reside, marked by the grayed earth. Approaching the walls one would notice a lack of guardsmen on duty, miles towering 100 foot walls left unmanned. Their catapults as lonely as the former check points marked by guard towers. An air of levity inundated the usually poor and struggling country side of Anduin, which were little more than vassals to the lords of St. Coraline. Meanwhile the streets outside of the walled city would be filled to the brim with peoples of all walks of life. Aristocrats jawwing away with peasants, demihumans such as elves and dwarfs playing cards with humans in taverns. And a bustling city which seemed to be in a perpetual state lively chaos. Although every now and then you might come across a guard's watchful eye. His fingers tightly wrapped around the stalk of their spears and shoulders slumped. Those who were consciously doing their duties, were often ignored as by civilians would pass through without a care in the world, even when threatened.
Even though both mentions different exposition,they're both one in the same. Dark creator just required different details since he's within the city and our elf buds needed other details as they are still looking to enter. Combine both descriptions to form a picture of reluctant townsguard and a city seemingly in a perpetual state of festivities.
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