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Ralacath.
The royal city, home to the king and his family, the core castle made from alabaster stone, it's pristine moat and gardens of gold grass. The grand expanses of its grounds cover almost eight hundred meters, jus the interior island alone is eight kilometres. Around that surrounds a mot and then the city, it's white stone blokes having faded to an ash grey over time. Still the town thrives happy and peaceful. The easy days just breeze through, the smells of break beer, meat and sweat the main exports of the early morning, and the late night alike. The town square supports a huge fountain adorned with the grand over dragon, Shinryu.
The whole city covers a total of fifteen kilometres either side of the main castle. The city is home to some hundred thousand citizens, the closer the houses are to the castle the more important and well off the family. The noble district the smallest, with just over eight hundred homes, the largest district is the workers, with over fifty thousand homes. In between lays the business and the middle district. The business district sits around the central square.
Within the palace walls patrol the royal guard, their coats of shining white and armour of lustrous silver steel. All royal guards, repost to the guard commander Danir. A cold, but fair man. As captain of the royal guard he is also the commander of the city guard. Every single guard in the city reports directly to him.
Loric Team – Coeli, Fuyu, rich'ki
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Lorric carried out his duties faithfully standing guard was always an easy job, in this city especially with this king. Smiling lightly beneath his helmet, loric stood to attention as the king strode into the room, and began working in his solar. Loric had duty to guard the solar that day. Standing to attention was the hardest work he did all day but today…
"Guard, what is your name?" Loric turned his head towards the king.
"My name is Loric, Loric Vindiciae, Your majesty. " Loric bowed before the king, the heavy shield and katana on his back tilting forwards as he bent his back. The sword at his side swing as he bowed his head. His kept arms straight at his sides shrouded beneath long sleeves and a pair of large steel gauntlets. The king simply laughed and beckoned him over. He began speaking to Loric as if he was his own son.
"Loric, I need another opinion." Loric simply nodded, awaiting the question from the king before even opening his mouth to reply. " This world is in a bad state of affairs, each country is at it's wits end, but every country believes another is at fault, so how am I to solve this mess?" Loric simply shook his head having no answer before stating exactly that. The king laughed and began to converse with Loric before asking Loric to return to his guard duties politely. Leaving and returning to his post, Loric felt a little happier knowing that he'd done something worthwhile today.
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Hangarest
The outlaws it's, home to an untold amount of bandits thieves mercenaries, cutthroats, assassins and all round bad guys. The wooden fortifications of an old frontier fort eventually became this small hustling town, filled to the brim with people who would so virtually anything for money. Wooden palisades and walls encircle and entrench, the dirt track streets compacted and worn into a hard road from the sheer number of feet crossing it daily.
The main feature of this town is the notice board. A huge thirty foot board across the back of the town, hundreds upon hundreds of job listings litter this board. From unknown sources to well-known respectable figures every single one is posted here for the people of this town to choose from. The largest building in town is the travellers lodge, a huge tavern big enough to huse over three hundred people.
Pristine Team – Nivalis, Velisha, vulpasha, constinetta.
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Sat inside the travellers lodge the ungainly number of worthless scum that littered this place was both annoying and innumerable. Niva sate reading from her tome, the great sword sling across her back. Thumbing through he pages upon pages of spells within this book all of which she had written. Lifting the mug next to her she took a long drink the alcohol warming her from her stomach out. She'd been drinking since noon and not show any signs of slowing down, nor inebriation.
The din of the room grew louder as two men started a brawl in the back ground, and all she wanted to do, was finish revising her own spell book. The sword on her back itched in place, she just wanted to level the two idiots who'd begun fighting behind her. Mentally swearing and promising that she'd kill the first one who touched her.