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Legolas · 11-03-2006, 06:39 AM

The ragtag pack of strangers soon left the fallen behind, and set out on a journey that would lead them to the settlement of Talryr. Far removed from the glorious Capital of Adura, their trek took then through the ancient forests of the untamed Outlands and then onto one of the few dusty roads which, through countless passing feet, maintained at the least some illusion of man's superiority over nature.
But the Outlands were not just home to wild beasts. Wild men, too, gladly roamed where no order troops would go, asserting their rule through might and terror alone. It was from these bandits that the unlikely group had originally fled, and from them that they sought sanctuary within the city's wooden walls, as many had before them.

Nestled in a valley not far from the river's course, Talryr was built on wood and clay. Where the woodland had been stripped away, farmers grew their grains on fertile soil, but all too often lost their labour to the ever-hungry Lords of Vision and their brutal thugs. Fish and the fruits of the forest made up most of the people's diets.
Dominating the settlement were a sky-high observatory sleekly built of fired clay, from whence the local magician and apprentices studied the skies and land, and a smaller yet equally imposing keep - provided the observer was a stranger to the grand castles and estates of more civilised climes. A barracks had been constructed beside its entrance, a foundation of clay finised with logs and timber.
It was not a time when the locals took pride in their home, for there was no safety in the region and many young men vanished to join the bandits rather than live in fear of them. But the pallisade was sturdy, and what warriors were there to serve the local ruler had proven enough of a deterrent to keep the town at least intact. For many, life was what it was. Good enough that it doesn't get worse.

When they neared the mouth of Talryr, a pair of ill-groomed, dull-eyed soldiers watching their approach from inside, Ydalon called a halt to share some final words away from other ears.

11-03-2006, 06:39 AM	#90
Legolas Jack Burton Join Date: March 31, 2001 Location: The zephyr lands beneath the brine. Age: 41 Posts: 5,459	The ragtag pack of strangers soon left the fallen behind, and set out on a journey that would lead them to the settlement of Talryr. Far removed from the glorious Capital of Adura, their trek took then through the ancient forests of the untamed Outlands and then onto one of the few dusty roads which, through countless passing feet, maintained at the least some illusion of man's superiority over nature. But the Outlands were not just home to wild beasts. Wild men, too, gladly roamed where no order troops would go, asserting their rule through might and terror alone. It was from these bandits that the unlikely group had originally fled, and from them that they sought sanctuary within the city's wooden walls, as many had before them. Nestled in a valley not far from the river's course, Talryr was built on wood and clay. Where the woodland had been stripped away, farmers grew their grains on fertile soil, but all too often lost their labour to the ever-hungry Lords of Vision and their brutal thugs. Fish and the fruits of the forest made up most of the people's diets. Dominating the settlement were a sky-high observatory sleekly built of fired clay, from whence the local magician and apprentices studied the skies and land, and a smaller yet equally imposing keep - provided the observer was a stranger to the grand castles and estates of more civilised climes. A barracks had been constructed beside its entrance, a foundation of clay finised with logs and timber. It was not a time when the locals took pride in their home, for there was no safety in the region and many young men vanished to join the bandits rather than live in fear of them. But the pallisade was sturdy, and what warriors were there to serve the local ruler had proven enough of a deterrent to keep the town at least intact. For many, life was what it was. Good enough that it doesn't get worse. When they neared the mouth of Talryr, a pair of ill-groomed, dull-eyed soldiers watching their approach from inside, Ydalon called a halt to share some final words away from other ears.