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A time and place of meetings: Descending Fire, where the warmth of Summer blends with the cooling of winter to form Autumn; The Northwest, where the frigid reach of the Elemental Pole of Air is washed over by the temperate waves of the Pole of Water; Finally, Fajad's South Bank Bazaar, where the materials vivisected from the Behemoth Pyrevein, buried deep under the northern shore, are introduced to the markets of Creation.
The South Bank Bazaar is a focal point of Fajad. It has most goods one might need to buy, even materials not pulled from the still-living body of a titanic ancient beast. While the nation and people as a whole may be suffering from an economic recession, you wouldn't know it here. Alongside the currency and goods passed from hand to hand, words and wisdom move from mouth to ear in the numerous salons that line the byways through and around the market. These salons generally have large floor to ceiling windows that can be opened up on lovely days like today to allow fresh sea air and sunlight into the cushioned and columned depths where conversations are had over a variety of stimulants, be they brewed, chewed, or smoldered and inhaled to your personal preference. In Fajad alcohol is not to be consumed in public, and while it can be found sold in market stalls, many households still abstain in private, at least here on the predominantly Abhari Southern Peninsula. Between the bustling market and murmuring salons marabouts stand on small platforms and share the words of their prophets for any and all that would listen. On busy days like today Qadis can be seen dotting the masses, immediately apparent by their dress: layered robes, mail, and plate, looking halfway between ceremonial garb and vestments for battle, projecting God's judgement where it may be needed.
The adjacent harbor is home to the slips and docks dedicated to The Realm, where currently one of the ships earmarked for Tribute is moored, with a Talon from the Cathak Legions to escort it. The talon, and its accompanying talonlord, are turning the somewhat humble pier into a petite parade ground. A modest retinue receives them, including Satrap Cathak Mei and Garrison Commander Mnemon Senesh. Despite the talon lords attempts at ceremony, this is not meant to be any kind of event. Any pomp and circumstance surrounding the tribute would come later.
Plenty to see and do for a young Dynast all within sight-line and ear-shot of one another. What do our scions find themselves up to today, and who are they with?
A time and place of meetings: Descending Fire, where the warmth of Summer blends with the cooling of winter to form Autumn; The Northwest, where the frigid reach of the Elemental Pole of Air is washed over by the temperate waves of the Pole of Water; Finally, Fajad's South Bank Bazaar, where the materials vivisected from the Behemoth Pyrevein, buried deep under the northern shore, are introduced to the markets of Creation.
The South Bank Bazaar is a focal point of Fajad. It has most goods one might need to buy, even materials not pulled from the still-living body of a titanic ancient beast. While the nation and people as a whole may be suffering from an economic recession, you wouldn't know it here. Alongside the currency and goods passed from hand to hand, words and wisdom move from mouth to ear in the numerous salons that line the byways through and around the market. These salons generally have large floor to ceiling windows that can be opened up on lovely days like today to allow fresh sea air and sunlight into the cushioned and columned depths where conversations are had over a variety of stimulants, be they brewed, chewed, or smoldered and inhaled to your personal preference. In Fajad alcohol is not to be consumed in public, and while it can be found sold in market stalls, many households still abstain in private, at least here on the predominantly Abhari Southern Peninsula. Between the bustling market and murmuring salons marabouts stand on small platforms and share the words of their prophets for any and all that would listen. On busy days like today Qadis can be seen dotting the masses, immediately apparent by their dress: layered robes, mail, and plate, looking halfway between ceremonial garb and vestments for battle, projecting God's judgement where it may be needed.
The adjacent harbor is home to the slips and docks dedicated to The Realm, where currently one of the ships earmarked for Tribute is moored, with a Talon from the Cathak Legions to escort it. The talon, and its accompanying talonlord, are turning the somewhat humble pier into a petite parade ground. A modest retinue receives them, including Satrap Cathak Mei and Garrison Commander Mnemon Senesh. Despite the talon lords attempts at ceremony, this is not meant to be any kind of event. Any pomp and circumstance surrounding the tribute would come later.
Plenty to see and do for a young Dynast all within sight-line and ear-shot of one another. What do our scions find themselves up to today, and who are they with?
