Nations on the Brink (storyline)/2023-01-13 - Sayilla Tours the Empire (log)
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This log is from the visit of Lady Sayilla Javilerre as she tours the empire the week of January 13, 2023, from the perspective of Guarrin. She was accompanied by Steward Jarnsaixa Vargrdoittr.
Note:I've removed most references to directional movement, and all of the discussion. The purpose is to share the room descriptions that were created for this event.
Log
[Kannalan Road, Silver Tunnel] Dozens of magenta-bloomed, silver trumpet trees flank either side of the partially obscured road, and myriad willows and dogwood grow wild farther back. The trees arch high overhead, obscuring the sky and casting long shadows across the area. A lichen-spotted stone marker has been carved with the letters, "RR," and an arrow pointing southeast beneath. [Kannalan Road, Silver Tunnel] Dozens of magenta-bloomed, silver trumpet trees flank either side of the partially obscured road, and myriad willows and dogwood grow wild farther back. The trees arch high overhead, obscuring the sky and casting long shadows across the area. A lichen-spotted stone marker has been carved with the letters, "RR," and an arrow pointing southeast beneath. [Eucalyptus Circle] The road broadens here, opening into an almost circular area. Brush pushes up to it, but the road is remarkably unscathed to the north and south. To the northwest, the road narrows slightly, as two enormous eucalyptus fight for dominance, leaving buckled cobblestones in their vegetative wake. A rusted plaque has fallen off a squat marble marker, its message lost to time. [Kannalan Road, Silver Tunnel] Dozens of magenta-bloomed, silver trumpet trees flank either side of the partially obscured road, and myriad willows and dogwood grow wild farther back. The trees arch high overhead, obscuring the sky and casting long shadows across the area. [Kannalan Road, Persimmon Grove] The far off sound of waves crashing heavily against rocks can be heard from time to time, filtering through the closely packed trees. A small grove of persimmons grows just past the road's edge, and colorful vines of coral barberry snake across the shattered cobblestones of the ancient road, scaling any tree or structure they can find. [Kannalan Road, Weeping Willow] A few wan-looking lime and persimmon trees to the south give way to rows of stately oak trees. Several yards back, a stone bench sits invitingly under a solitary weeping willow. However, snarls of cockleburs and thistles of unusual size create effective barriers against off-road wandering. [Old Kannalan Road, Maple Way] Imposing hornbeam and sugar maples flourish here, tiny offshoots growing through the cobblestones in numerous places. Knots of ferns, thimbleberries, and winterberries encircle the trees and provide shaded shelter for an abundance of moss and toadstools. [Old Kannalan Road, Forks] A few maples dot the southern path, replaced by birches, willows, and the errant cedar. The road forks north and northwest here, both with wide sweeps of cobblestone displaced by age-old systems of tree roots. Pushing its way from one side of the road to the other, a small animal trail fades off into the northeasterly woods. [Kannalan Road, Ruined Inn] The forest gives way to a spacious clearing, now scattered with spike moss and Torre ferns. Blackberry vines lay waste to the remains of a large wooden building and hold a dangling sign in their thorny grasp, the visible letters stating, "...mai Inn." The occasional crash of water on rocks can be heard from the west, but the foliage blocks any indication of how distant the sea may be. [Old Kannalan Road, Forks] A few maples dot the southern path, replaced by birches, willows, and the errant cedar. The road forks north and northwest here, both with wide sweeps of cobblestone displaced by age-old systems of tree roots. Pushing its way from one side of the road to the other, a small animal trail fades off into the northeasterly woods. [Old Kannalan Road] An array of deciduous trees assembles on either side of the road, a smattering of evergreens growing in the distance. Despite its obvious state of disrepair, the wide road runs due north and south and is still clear other than some chartreuse lichen and a toadstool or two. [Rhododendron Mound] Large patches of reddish-brown and chartreuse lichen coat the cobblestones of the road, hardy evergreen bushes sprouting through the cracks and causing upheaval. On the outer edge of a shallow turn northwest grows a colossal rhododendron. Taller than a cottage and longer than most mule caravans, the magenta-blossomed mound overwhelms all but the tallest of trees. [Old Kannalan Road, Cedar Arch] Several uprooted trees are scattered across the area, making travel along the road more difficult. A fallen tree has been caught by its fellows, creating an arch across the road to the northwest, while the way to the west is unfettered. To the north, the road has been narrowed to a small trail by the encroaching conifers. [Old Kannalan Road, Outpost] A mix of hemlock, cedar, and spruce trees push through the cobblestone remains, leaving only a small trail south accessible. To the north, barely visible through the woods, the stone skeleton of a small outpost squats between two ancient oaks, and the burbling of a stream can be heard. [Old Kannalan Road, Swamp] The road gives way to swampy ground, leaving only the occasional clumps of cobblestone above the muck and mire. Hemlocks and cypress flourish here, and a massive weeping willow trails its branches across a pool of quicksand. [Old Kannalan Road, Bog] The road here is almost non-existent, subsumed by a bog with a faint trail leading through the most dangerous parts. A fossilized pair of antlers sticks out of a small pond to the west, and large piles of cobblestones have been washed to the south, indicative perhaps of some ancient flood. [Old Kannalan Road] An almost pristine cobblestone road leads through an overgrown and ancient forest, tall redwoods and pines fighting for dominance. A grey marble pergola twined with vines of flourishing wisteria penetrates the abundance of trees and brush, leading to an eastern clearing. An old, moss-covered, stone milemarker pokes out from between an array of huckleberry bushes, and a few fallen trees make passage to the north difficult. [Old Kannalan Road] An almost pristine cobblestone road leads through an overgrown and ancient forest, tall redwoods and pines fighting for dominance. A grey marble pergola twined with vines of flourishing wisteria penetrates the abundance of trees and brush, leading to an eastern clearing. [County of Torre, Camp] Large areas of wilderness have been recently flattened, creating a wide space for camping. A few crimson tents are set up around a small fire along the edge of the area. Half-exposed roots of several haon trees jut out from the ground, while moonlight shining through the abundant leaves creates shadows across the field. [County of Torre, Camp] Running through the area is a wide stream that tumbles and gurgles over small rock formations riddled throughout. The grass has recently been tamped down into a hard floor cushioned by layers of trodden grass. Several tents positioned in small circles have been set up along the perimeter. [County of Torre, Camp] Spots of bare ground and trampled grass encircle a large blazing bonfire that stands central in the encampment. Surrounding the fire is a ring of freshly cut logs broken by a large pile of neatly stacked firewood. Thick vegetation creates a border between the newly established camp and the wilds beyond. You also see a sleek reddish brown gazelle, a well-muscled golden charger, an emaciated black horse and a young human squire. [County of Torre, Camp] Brilliant crimson banners embroidered with a golden sunburst fly high above the newly formed encampment. In the distance, an overgrown road rambles off through the thick foliage that surrounds the area. Small clusters of tents are set up about the freshly cleared ground. [County of Torre, Camp] Mahogany trees outline the edge of the freshly cleared campsite, towering over the space with their majestic forms. Fallen leaves mix with the trampled tall grasses to create a verdant carpet. Several imperial soldiers stand about a spacious sapphire blue pavilion as they keep careful watch over the surrounding wilderness. [County of Torre, Camp] Spots of bare ground and trampled grass encircle a large blazing bonfire that stands central in the encampment. Surrounding the fire is a ring of freshly cut logs broken by a large pile of neatly stacked firewood. Thick vegetation creates a border between the newly established camp and the wilds beyond. You also see a young human squire. ((Camp for the night)) [Old Kannalan Road] An almost pristine cobblestone road leads through an overgrown and ancient forest, tall redwoods and pines fighting for dominance. A grey marble pergola twined with vines of flourishing wisteria penetrates the abundance of trees and brush, leading to an eastern clearing. An old, moss-covered, stone milemarker pokes out from between an array of huckleberry bushes, and a few fallen trees make passage to the north difficult. [Fairport, Wheat Fields] The densely packed forest is a sharp contrast to the evenly distributed rows of golden wheat carpeting the rolling hills along the roadway, the gilded waves swaying with the intermittent gusts of wind blowing from the coast. The well-worn pathway has been decorated with small rows of stone, their etched surfaces barely concealed by a sparse number of weeds jutting through the dirt. [Fairport, Bicolored Fields] The bicolored fields stretch out as far as the eye can see, the symmetry of wheat and lavender rows split by a thatch-roofed cottage settled perfectly between the two. The faint sounds of crowing echo across the roadway, its origins evidenced by clawlike marks left in the dried mud along the road. [Fairport Fields, Farmland] Tall bundles of golden wheat form a makeshift border across the roadway, the fanned sheaves bound tightly by brightly colored pieces of twine. Several rows along the hills have been harvested, leaving a number of wheat-covered carts filling the tilled spaces alongside a trio of horses eagerly attempting to consume an unfurled bundle of wheat lying upon the earth. [Fairport, Tilling Fields] Neatly piled stalks of wheat cover woolen blankets scattered across the hills, the occasional sounds of scythes slashing through stalks echoing from further within the rows of golden grains. Plump white chickens peck at the edges of an elongated sheaf of fanned wheat, oblivious to the feline shimmying in anticipation as it watches from behind a nearby wooden cart. [Fairport Fields] The wide roadway has been occupied by horse-drawn carts of wheat and lavender, the fields behind them rolling faintly with the coastal breeze as the fragrant scents carry along the path. A scattering of small homes sit at the top of a hill, the houses framing a bright wooden barn teeming with activity, its doors crowded by a number of spotted cows. [Kannalan Road, Dead End] Running northwest to southeast, remnants of a wide road face reclamation by creeping foliage and persistent weeds. The tangle of the surrounding forest blocks all but the smallest of creatures to the southeast, but to the northwest, the way is cluttered but passable. A fallen stone marker rests beside a broken moss-covered pathway. [Kannalan Road, Silver Tunnel] Dozens of magenta-bloomed, silver trumpet trees flank either side of the partially obscured road, and myriad willows and dogwood grow wild farther back. The trees arch high overhead, obscuring the sky and casting long shadows across the area. A lichen-spotted stone marker has been carved with the letters, "RR," and an arrow pointing southeast beneath. [Kannalan Road, Silver Tunnel] Dozens of magenta-bloomed, silver trumpet trees flank either side of the partially obscured road, and myriad willows and dogwood grow wild farther back. The trees arch high overhead, obscuring the sky and casting long shadows across the area. A lichen-spotted stone marker has been carved with the letters, "RR," and an arrow pointing southeast beneath. [Eucalyptus Circle] The road broadens here, opening into an almost circular area. Brush pushes up to it, but the road is remarkably unscathed to the north and south. To the northwest, the road narrows slightly, as two enormous eucalyptus fight for dominance, leaving buckled cobblestones in their vegetative wake. A rusted plaque has fallen off a squat marble marker, its message lost to time. [Kannalan Road, Silver Tunnel] Dozens of magenta-bloomed, silver trumpet trees flank either side of the partially obscured road, and myriad willows and dogwood grow wild farther back. The trees arch high overhead, obscuring the sky and casting long shadows across the area. [Kannalan Road, Persimmon Grove] The far off sound of waves crashing heavily against rocks can be heard from time to time, filtering through the closely packed trees. A small grove of persimmons grows just past the road's edge, and colorful vines of coral barberry snake across the shattered cobblestones of the ancient road, scaling any tree or structure they can find. [Kannalan Road, Weeping Willow] A few wan-looking lime and persimmon trees to the south give way to rows of stately oak trees. Several yards back, a stone bench sits invitingly under a solitary weeping willow. However, snarls of cockleburs and thistles of unusual size create effective barriers against off-road wandering. [Old Kannalan Road, Maple Way] Imposing hornbeam and sugar maples flourish here, tiny offshoots growing through the cobblestones in numerous places. Knots of ferns, thimbleberries, and winterberries encircle the trees and provide shaded shelter for an abundance of moss and toadstools. [Old Kannalan Road, Forks] A few maples dot the southern path, replaced by birches, willows, and the errant cedar. The road forks north and northwest here, both with wide sweeps of cobblestone displaced by age-old systems of tree roots. Pushing its way from one side of the road to the other, a small animal trail fades off into the northeasterly woods. [Kannalan Road, Ruined Inn] The forest gives way to a spacious clearing, now scattered with spike moss and Torre ferns. Blackberry vines lay waste to the remains of a large wooden building and hold a dangling sign in their thorny grasp, the visible letters stating, "...mai Inn." The occasional crash of water on rocks can be heard from the west, but the foliage blocks any indication of how distant the sea may be. [Old Kannalan Road, Forks] A few maples dot the southern path, replaced by birches, willows, and the errant cedar. The road forks north and northwest here, both with wide sweeps of cobblestone displaced by age-old systems of tree roots. Pushing its way from one side of the road to the other, a small animal trail fades off into the northeasterly woods. [Old Kannalan Road] An array of deciduous trees assembles on either side of the road, a smattering of evergreens growing in the distance. Despite its obvious state of disrepair, the wide road runs due north and south and is still clear other than some chartreuse lichen and a toadstool or two. [Rhododendron Mound] Large patches of reddish-brown and chartreuse lichen coat the cobblestones of the road, hardy evergreen bushes sprouting through the cracks and causing upheaval. On the outer edge of a shallow turn northwest grows a colossal rhododendron. Taller than a cottage and longer than most mule caravans, the magenta-blossomed mound overwhelms all but the tallest of trees. [Old Kannalan Road, Cedar Arch] Several uprooted trees are scattered across the area, making travel along the road more difficult. A fallen tree has been caught by its fellows, creating an arch across the road to the northwest, while the way to the west is unfettered. To the north, the road has been narrowed to a small trail by the encroaching conifers. [Old Kannalan Road, Outpost] A mix of hemlock, cedar, and spruce trees push through the cobblestone remains, leaving only a small trail south accessible. To the north, barely visible through the woods, the stone skeleton of a small outpost squats between two ancient oaks, and the burbling of a stream can be heard. [Old Kannalan Road, Swamp] The road gives way to swampy ground, leaving only the occasional clumps of cobblestone above the muck and mire. Hemlocks and cypress flourish here, and a massive weeping willow trails its branches across a pool of quicksand. [Old Kannalan Road, Bog] The road here is almost non-existent, subsumed by a bog with a faint trail leading through the most dangerous parts. A fossilized pair of antlers sticks out of a small pond to the west, and large piles of cobblestones have been washed to the south, indicative perhaps of some ancient flood. [Old Kannalan Road] An almost pristine cobblestone road leads through an overgrown and ancient forest, tall redwoods and pines fighting for dominance. A grey marble pergola twined with vines of flourishing wisteria penetrates the abundance of trees and brush, leading to an eastern clearing. An old, moss-covered, stone milemarker pokes out from between an array of huckleberry bushes, and a few fallen trees make passage to the north difficult. [Old Kannalan Road] An almost pristine cobblestone road leads through an overgrown and ancient forest, tall redwoods and pines fighting for dominance. A grey marble pergola twined with vines of flourishing wisteria penetrates the abundance of trees and brush, leading to an eastern clearing. [County of Torre, Camp] Large areas of wilderness have been recently flattened, creating a wide space for camping. A few crimson tents are set up around a small fire along the edge of the area. Half-exposed roots of several haon trees jut out from the ground, while moonlight shining through the abundant leaves creates shadows across the field. [County of Torre, Camp] Running through the area is a wide stream that tumbles and gurgles over small rock formations riddled throughout. The grass has recently been tamped down into a hard floor cushioned by layers of trodden grass. Several tents positioned in small circles have been set up along the perimeter. [County of Torre, Camp] Spots of bare ground and trampled grass encircle a large blazing bonfire that stands central in the encampment. Surrounding the fire is a ring of freshly cut logs broken by a large pile of neatly stacked firewood. Thick vegetation creates a border between the newly established camp and the wilds beyond. You also see a sleek reddish brown gazelle, a well-muscled golden charger, an emaciated black horse and a young human squire. [County of Torre, Camp] Brilliant crimson banners embroidered with a golden sunburst fly high above the newly formed encampment. In the distance, an overgrown road rambles off through the thick foliage that surrounds the area. Small clusters of tents are set up about the freshly cleared ground. [County of Torre, Camp] Mahogany trees outline the edge of the freshly cleared campsite, towering over the space with their majestic forms. Fallen leaves mix with the trampled tall grasses to create a verdant carpet. Several imperial soldiers stand about a spacious sapphire blue pavilion as they keep careful watch over the surrounding wilderness. [County of Torre, Camp] Spots of bare ground and trampled grass encircle a large blazing bonfire that stands central in the encampment. Surrounding the fire is a ring of freshly cut logs broken by a large pile of neatly stacked firewood. Thick vegetation creates a border between the newly established camp and the wilds beyond. You also see a young human squire. ((Camp for the night)) [Old Kannalan Road] An almost pristine cobblestone road leads through an overgrown and ancient forest, tall redwoods and pines fighting for dominance. A grey marble pergola twined with vines of flourishing wisteria penetrates the abundance of trees and brush, leading to an eastern clearing. An old, moss-covered, stone milemarker pokes out from between an array of huckleberry bushes, and a few fallen trees make passage to the north difficult. [Fairport, Wheat Fields] The densely packed forest is a sharp contrast to the evenly distributed rows of golden wheat carpeting the rolling hills along the roadway, the gilded waves swaying with the intermittent gusts of wind blowing from the coast. The well-worn pathway has been decorated with small rows of stone, their etched surfaces barely concealed by a sparse number of weeds jutting through the dirt. [Fairport, Bicolored Fields] The bicolored fields stretch out as far as the eye can see, the symmetry of wheat and lavender rows split by a thatch-roofed cottage settled perfectly between the two. The faint sounds of crowing echo across the roadway, its origins evidenced by clawlike marks left in the dried mud along the road. [Fairport Fields, Farmland] Tall bundles of golden wheat form a makeshift border across the roadway, the fanned sheaves bound tightly by brightly colored pieces of twine. Several rows along the hills have been harvested, leaving a number of wheat-covered carts filling the tilled spaces alongside a trio of horses eagerly attempting to consume an unfurled bundle of wheat lying upon the earth. [Fairport, Tilling Fields] Neatly piled stalks of wheat cover woolen blankets scattered across the hills, the occasional sounds of scythes slashing through stalks echoing from further within the rows of golden grains. Plump white chickens peck at the edges of an elongated sheaf of fanned wheat, oblivious to the feline shimmying in anticipation as it watches from behind a nearby wooden cart. [Fairport Fields] The wide roadway has been occupied by horse-drawn carts of wheat and lavender, the fields behind them rolling faintly with the coastal breeze as the fragrant scents carry along the path. A scattering of small homes sit at the top of a hill, the houses framing a bright wooden barn teeming with activity, its doors crowded by a number of spotted cows. [Fairport Fields, Apiaries] The tile-roofed buildings of Fairport loom above the gently rolling hills of wheat, the pennants affixed to the rooftops fluttering with gusts of the coastal breeze. Collections of vivid wildflowers border the dirt road, the flora courted by numerous bumblebees diving in and out in search of pollen. [Road to Fairport] The bustling of the capitol reverberates against the stone walls bordering the city proper, the cacophony of bartering and laughter joining the chorus of mammalian calls echoing up to the fortifications facing the coast. Carts of wood and metal flank the sides of the road, the wagons laden with crates, sacks, and the occasional plump white chicken pecking at the containers. [Road to Fairport, Outskirts] A scattering of pale stone buildings sit across the open fields, their walls painted in bright colors alongside gardens filled with a variety of fruits and vegetables. Seagulls and sparrows alike dart across the road, their calls echoing across the outskirts of the city as the path widens closer to the coast. You also see a narrow stone and shell track leading to the coastline. [Road to Fairport, Markets] A makeshift enclosure of wooden crates form a small stand, its wares displayed high enough to prevent a curious black-furred feline from knocking over its next meal. A trio of wagons form a half-circle around the stand, nestled within the cleared dirt of the fields, each wheel decorated with a fanned sheaf of golden wheat. You also see a lacquered mistwood stand perched on elaborate scrollwork legs with some stuff on it, a silk-draped wide oak wagon, a gaudy yellow steam-powered wagon, an ebon and crimson bourde tent, a polished linden cart with some stuff on it and a rectangular wood-framed tall oilskin tent emblazoned with Turamzzyrian crests. [Road to Fairport, Gateway] An orderly line of cloth-covered wagons encircle the walls of the gate-framed city, the stone parapets adorned with woven banners fluttering in the coastal breeze. Seagulls greedily dive from wall to wagon, swooping up quickly as they fly back towards the bustling port further down the dirt-packed road. You also see a goofy island spirit that is flying around, a wide oak-paneled wagon, a bright yellow wagon with a short metal chimney and a stamp-covered bright wooden wagon. [Fairport Bridge] The wildflower-framed road meets the shell-covered wooden bridge arching high above the bustling port, the wide overpass allowing a glimpse of the tall-masted ships sailing within the dark blue waters. Several carts traverse the salt-stained docks below, their beds stacked with netting-covered crates and thick burlap sacks. Obvious paths: southeast [Fairport Bridge, Port View] Various ships sail to and from the numerous ports radiating outwards from the city, the connected cobblestone streets gently curving across the hilly terrain as the crowds bustle across from building to building. An immense open marketplace stands within the center of the city, highlighted by a tiered marble fountain pouring rivulets of water into stylized basins of stone. Obvious paths: north, south [Fairport Bridge] A flock of seagulls cautiously hop between the foot traffic upon the riveted wooden bridge, the birds dodging wagon wheels as they dive down to the port below in search of food. The sounds of the vibrant city reverberate throughout the road, the citizens of Fairport moving across the busy streets as they conduct their business. Obvious paths: south [Road to Fairport, Approach] A small grouping of tents and pavilions sit outside the curved walls encircling the city, their lively occupants calling out to potential customers as the sounds of drums and strings fill the air. Several armor-clad soldiers ride down a dirt road splitting from the path, their horses followed by a pair of carts led by loudly braying donkeys. Obvious paths: northeast, southwest ((visit to the Sea Tower)) [Fairport Fields, Forest] The close-packed trees of the forest flash vivid shades of green as the ambient winds of the coast gently blow through the dense foliage, filling the air with the scent of pine and rich loam. A field of pale emerald ferns frames the dirt road, rustling as woodland creatures dart to their next destination. Steward Jarnsaixa's group just entered a leaf-heavy narrow path cutting through a fallen ironwood. [Ironwood Forest, Narrow Track] Crunching when anything walks upon it, the ground is covered in autumn detritus that is kissed with hoarfrost. Fiddlehead ferns and wild mulberry bushes grow in wild profusion, though their fruits have been harvested, leaving them bare. Fallen tree limbs are strewn across the ground, and an echoing groan from above serves as a reminder that additional deadened limbs could fall at any moment. [Ironwood Forest, Narrow Track] Transitioning from a simple game trail that meanders through ferns in the north, the path ahead is riddled with stones covered in lime green moss that makes for uneven walking terrain. Towering ironwood trees stretch to the distant sky, which appears steel grey when viewed between the gaps in the canopy. Fragile spotted button mushrooms peek out from amid fallen leaves in the east. [Barony of Oire, Dirt Track] Winter-grey skies, thick with cotton-like clouds, create a chill haze in the air, while a thin, light breeze carries with it the autumn-kissed leaves of distant aspen trees. Bone white, an ancient ironwood tree, its limbs dry and discarded, is home to a variety of small birds that build tiny nests in its tangle of widely spread roots. A simple dirt track connects the dark shadow of a nearby forest with Oire's famed Pilgrim's Way. [Barony of Oire, Pilgrim's Way] Departing from the cobblestoned thoroughfare, a small dirt track cuts through the tall prairie grass heading towards a dark forest in the east. Small tufts of dandelions and thistles dot the area and bow under the weight of their seed-laden heads. [Barony of Oire, Pilgrim's Way] Star aster and fragrant beebalm grow in profusion along the edges of a cobblestone road, their nodding heads attracting buzzing insects under a cloud-laden sky. Stacked stones sit in the center of the path, the bright white pieces getting smaller the further they travel from the base. A faded sign painted with a large west-pointing arrow sits upon a thick oak post, its face painted with the short missive of "New Myssar." [Barony of Oire, Pilgrim's Way] Ryegrass and chicory mingle upon the open plain, their short and shaggy blades providing contrast and texture to the yellowish-green landscape. Prairie dogs pop in and out of the earth, their noses twitching as they gaze briefly up at the winter-grey sky. To the northwest, small farmsteads with brick red barns are built within the low points of the rolling hills. [Barony of Oire, Pilgrim's Way] Ascending towards an open plain, the curve of a cobblestone road winds its way through the open land. Gently sloping, the open land to the west begins to form small and large hills that are covered in the pale yellows, greens, and browns of winter grass. Recent signs of rolton or sheep grazing are visible throughout the area as the grass is shorn incredibly short. [County of Oire, Pilgrim's Way] Adding a splash of autumn hues to the skyline, an aspen copse grows upon the northern hills. Bouncing in and out of their dark shelter, deer play beneath the starless sky, keeping the small farmstead that darkens the northwest hills at a distance. Black-eyed daisies spring to life upon either side of the cobblestone road, their floral heads nodding in a light breeze. [Barony of Oire, Pilgrim's Way] Rolling, yellow-green hills support a variety of paddocks where roltons, sheep, and lambs gaze beneath the starless winter sky. Brick red barns, seen only in the distance, are built into the small valleys between the hills, each with a narrow dirt track that meanders its way toward the cobblestoned thoroughfare. [Oire, Outskirts of New Myssar] Rising like a dark stain on the northwestern hills, New Myssar is surrounded by a low fence and spreads out around, amid, and upon a series of hills. Livestock travels the dirt track that grows thicker the further west it advances, the dusty trail following along the broad thoroughfare of Pilgrim's Way. [Oire, Outskirts of New Myssar] Dirt tracks follow the cobbled roadway, each joining the other as they amble out from around the side of rolling hills covered in dappled grass. Roltons, sheep, and lambs kick up dust as they travel in a westerly direction, heading towards the sprawling city of New Myssar amid a chorus of bleating and grunting. Chimney smoke rises from homes huddled on the outskirts of the city, the grey tendrils joining the winter-dark sky. [Oire, Outskirts of New Myssar] Surrounded by livestock, New Myssar huddles upon the rolling hills of Oire and is surrounded by trampled winter-yellowed grasses. Dirt tracks move to and from the low gates of the city, while to the east a central, cobbled thoroughfare departs from Pilgrim's Way. An ivory-washed pavilion surrounded by hitching posts is arranged on the southern grass. [New Myssar, Pavilion] Lattice-woven arches of ivory-washed pine form the open air entry of the pavilion, the ambient breeze gently weaving across the planters leading to the curtain-draped interior of the immense gazebo. A fountain sits at the center of the octagonal room, encircled by curved benches carved in whimsical creatures of nautical lore [Oire, Outskirts of New Myssar] Sprawling across the horizon to the northeast, the imperial city of New Myssar spreads across the rolling hills in a languid fashion. Single-story outbuildings surrounded by winter-rested lands have shuttered windows and heavy thatch roofs, while closer to the center of the town the buildings are smaller but taller. Pilgrim's Way slips through the hills, skirting the edges of the city, though several dirt tracks lead to various entries in the low, encircling fences. Obvious paths: east, southwest >sw [Barony of Oire, Pilgrim's Way] Dark winter clouds dominate the sky, their nebulous tendrils illuminated from beyond their cottony barrier by the stars they hide. Small homes crouch in the distance, each connected by dirt tracks to guide travelers to and from the cobbled Pilgrim's Way. Yellow and pale brown grazing grasses dapple the gently rolling hills. Obvious paths: northeast, west >w [Barony of Oire, Pilgrim's Way] Echoing across the hills, the agrarian chorus of bleating roltons, bellowing cows, and barking dogs is carried by the light breeze that sets the grazing grasses weaving and rippling. Short fences, little more than shaved poles, create borders upon the hills, denoting where one family's corrals begin and another's ends. Though the air is dry, the sky above is covered in dark clouds that hide the stars. Obvious paths: east, southwest [Dreavening] Dreaven: "ETA: 149 minutes at 11:00 PM EST." >sw [Barony of Oire, Pilgrim's Way] Rolling hills dominate the landscape, the winter-yellowed fields appearing dull beneath the starless skies. In the distance, the farming and grazing fields form a patchwork pattern, looking like nothing more than a quilt in faded yellow, light green, and dusky browns. Well-maintained and wide, a cobblestone pathway skirts the edges of the hills, providing a safe place for traffic to flow. Obvious paths: northeast, west >w [Oire, Desert Grasslands] Spilling into the area and abruptly terminating, the Barony of Oire's famous Pilgrim's Way departs from the viridian grasslands to the east and disappears into the dust of the west. Though the transition from verdant, grazing grasses is subtle at first, the undeniable proximity of the Sea of Fire, seen as a smudge of orange and yellow on the horizon, begins to change the agrarian lands with its heat and wind. Obvious paths: east, southwest >sw [Oire, Desert Grasslands] Tarbrush and thorny shrubs dot the dusty area, each growing in small clusters that threaten the dusty cobblestone road, menacing passersby with their spindled fingers. Painted rocks, in colors of orange, brown, yellow, and red, hold geometric patterns, their colorful faces partially hidden, like children's toys, amid the brush. A blue scarf flaps each time the breeze picks it up, its ends trapped by thorns. Obvious paths: northeast, west >w [Oire, Desert Grasslands] Scattered colors of dusty yellow and muted greens decorated the creosote bushes that grow in heaping mounds along the edges of the hardpacked road. Rising gently to the north and east, the landscape begins to transition to the rolling hills of cultivated farmlands, while opposite it descends towards a shallow basin. Above, the sky holds sparse clouds that lazily drift by. Obvious paths: east, southwest >sw [Seareach and Oire, Border] Short, dense grass grows in clustered clots along the edges of the hardpacked earth that serves as a roadway. Dusty mesquite trees, spindle-bodied with a sprawling canopy, provide homes for small birds that fill the air with their constant chatter. A sign on the side of the road marks the boards between the County of Seareach and that of the Barony of Oire. Obvious paths: northeast, west >w [Seareach and Oire, Border Copse] Creating shadows that flicker and dance across the barren earth, a small copse teaming with a chorus of avians grows along the southern edges of the road. Vast and desolate, the burnished breadth of the Sea of Fire stretches toward the northern horizon, where the sky is spangled with bright stars. To the west, the grassy hills of Oire ripple in a distant breeze. Obvious paths: east >e [Seareach and Oire, Border] Short, dense grass grows in clustered clots along the edges of the hardpacked earth that serves as a roadway. Dusty mesquite trees, spindle-bodied with a sprawling canopy, provide homes for small birds that fill the air with their constant chatter. A sign on the side of the road marks the boards between the County of Seareach and that of the Barony of Oire. Obvious paths: northeast, west [Oire, Desert Grasslands] Scattered colors of dusty yellow and muted greens decorated the creosote bushes that grow in heaping mounds along the edges of the hardpacked road. Rising gently to the north and east, the landscape begins to transition to the rolling hills of cultivated farmlands, while opposite it descends towards a shallow basin. Above, the sky holds sparse clouds that lazily drift by. Obvious paths: east, southwest [Oire, Desert Grasslands] Tarbrush and thorny shrubs dot the dusty area, each growing in small clusters that threaten the dusty cobblestone road, menacing passersby with their spindled fingers. Painted rocks, in colors of orange, brown, yellow, and red, hold geometric patterns, their colorful faces partially hidden, like children's toys, amid the brush. A blue scarf flaps each time the breeze picks it up, its ends trapped by thorns. Obvious paths: northeast, west [Oire, Desert Grasslands] Spilling into the area and abruptly terminating, the Barony of Oire's famous Pilgrim's Way departs from the viridian grasslands to the east and disappears into the dust of the west. Though the transition from verdant, grazing grasses is subtle at first, the undeniable proximity of the Sea of Fire, seen as a smudge of orange and yellow on the horizon, begins to change the agrarian lands with its heat and wind. Obvious paths: east, southwest [Barony of Oire, Pilgrim's Way] Rolling hills dominate the landscape, the winter-yellowed fields appearing dull beneath the starless skies. In the distance, the farming and grazing fields form a patchwork pattern, looking like nothing more than a quilt in faded yellow, light green, and dusky browns. Well-maintained and wide, a cobblestone pathway skirts the edges of the hills, providing a safe place for traffic to flow. Obvious paths: northeast, west [Barony of Oire, Pilgrim's Way] Echoing across the hills, the agrarian chorus of bleating roltons, bellowing cows, and barking dogs is carried by the light breeze that sets the grazing grasses weaving and rippling. Short fences, little more than shaved poles, create borders upon the hills, denoting where one family's corrals begin and another's ends. Though the air is dry, the sky above is covered in dark clouds that hide the stars. Obvious paths: east, southwest [Barony of Oire, Pilgrim's Way] Dark winter clouds dominate the sky, their nebulous tendrils illuminated from beyond their cottony barrier by the stars they hide. Small homes crouch in the distance, each connected by dirt tracks to guide travelers to and from the cobbled Pilgrim's Way. Yellow and pale brown grazing grasses dapple the gently rolling hills. Obvious paths: northeast, west [Oire, Desert Grasslands] Spilling into the area and abruptly terminating, the Barony of Oire's famous Pilgrim's Way departs from the viridian grasslands to the east and disappears into the dust of the west. Though the transition from verdant, grazing grasses is subtle at first, the undeniable proximity of the Sea of Fire, seen as a smudge of orange and yellow on the horizon, begins to change the agrarian lands with its heat and wind. [Oire, Desert Grasslands] Tarbrush and thorny shrubs dot the dusty area, each growing in small clusters that threaten the dusty cobblestone road, menacing passersby with their spindled fingers. Painted rocks, in colors of orange, brown, yellow, and red, hold geometric patterns, their colorful faces partially hidden, like children's toys, amid the brush. A blue scarf flaps each time the breeze picks it up, its ends trapped by thorns. [Seareach and Oire, Border] Short, dense grass grows in clustered clots along the edges of the hardpacked earth that serves as a roadway. Dusty mesquite trees, spindle-bodied with a sprawling canopy, provide homes for small birds that fill the air with their constant chatter. A sign on the side of the road marks the boards between the County of Seareach and that of the Barony of Oire. [Seareach and Oire, Border Copse] Creating shadows that flicker and dance across the barren earth, a small copse teaming with a chorus of avians grows along the southern edges of the road. Vast and desolate, the burnished breadth of the Sea of Fire stretches toward the northern horizon, where the sky is spangled with bright stars. To the west, the grassy hills of Oire ripple in a distant breeze. [County of Seareach, Camp] Circular in shape, an area of crushed and flattened grass creates the large encampment. A narrow stream meanders through the wilderness, the air filled with the sounds of water dancing about small stones. Several areas for cooking and cleaning have been set up along the rocky banks, while a few people spend time fishing along the far side. [County of Seareach, Camp] Tall grass and brush have been trampled down to create a large, spacious encampment. A wide variety of tents and shelters are set up in orderly rows, while crates and supplies are stacked nearby. Several dried logs rolled from the edge of the clearing surround a large blazing bonfire that is centered in the camp. You also see a sturdy white birch tripod, a stately lasimor chair carved with verdant-tinted forest scenes and a young human squire. [Brisker's Cove, Comyner's Gates] Sprawling along the coastline, the three wards of Brisker's Cove are surrounded by walls, with each ward having its own entry. The gates to Comyner's Ward are monstrous, double-wide doors fashioned of ironwood and reinforced with bronze and steel. Several pathways encircle the city, while others stretch out into the yawning desert. [Brisker's Cove, Comyner's Gates] Converging to a point in the north, the New Ward Wall and Old Ward Wall meet at the wide stone entry of the Comyner's Gates. Large double-wide doors of reinforced ironwood, heavily scarred and positively ancient, stand open, their heavy bronze and steel hinges dappled with tarnish and rust. Large wrought iron brackets hold torches aloft, though they are dormant during the heat of the day. Obvious paths: south [Drayhyme and Erstwhile Meeting] Perched upon the intersection of two streets, a triangular building of white stucco with a terracotta-shingled roof fills the southern section of the block. To the east, a large thoroughfare follows the patchwork sandstone blocks of the Old Ward Wall, while to the west, a narrower road slips through the town along the edges of the New Ward Wall. Bustling with both foot and mount travelers, a steady stream of traffic moves through the northern gates. [Brisker's Cove, Drayhyme Way] Canting to one side, a nondescript wooden shop is huddled amongst the backs of buildings at the western edge of a wide, cobblestoned thoroughfare while opposite green-grey ocotillo rise like dead sticks from the runnels near Old Ward Wall, their thin forms pale green and riddled with thorns. The din of Comyner's Market is loud here, as the day's business is underway. [Erstwhile and Trisister Divide] Curving to accommodate the lay of the New Ward Wall, the paved road transitions from the navy blue and white sandstone of the northern section to wider, cobbled stones. Torches continue along the smooth, white faces of the stucco wall, though dormant now during the heat of the day. Occupying a large lot on the eastern corner, a cooper's warehouse is bustling with business. [Trisister and Billinggate Cross] Customs houses, blacksmith forges, and storage warehouses form several clusters along the southern sections of the crowded street that follows along the New Ward Wall. Foot traffic passes back and forth between a pair of open wickets in the ironwood gates. Due to the proximity of docks, soldiers stand at the gates watching for any mischief-makers that may try to infiltrate the more refined ward. [Brisker's Cove, Comyner's Docks] One of three visible dock systems, the Commoner's Pier is situated between the Fisherman's Pier to the west and the Pier of the Desert Eagle to the east. Steeply inclined to depart from the cobblestone streets, the ramp drops almost two stories before connecting to a wide pier surrounded by thick pilings. A thin curl of smoke departs from the chimney of the Harbormaster's office, the tenebrous substance barely visible. [Brisker's Cove, Comyner's Docks] One of three visible dock systems, the Commoner's Pier is situated between the Fisherman's Pier to the west and the Pier of the Desert Eagle to the east. Steeply inclined to depart from the cobblestone streets, the ramp drops almost two stories before connecting to a wide pier surrounded by thick pilings. A thin curl of smoke departs from the chimney of the Harbormaster's office, the tenebrous substance barely visible. [Billinggate Tavern, Taproom] Bawdy music, raucous laughter, and discordant singing fills the air of the room, mingling with the scent of stale ale, unwashed bodies, and ocean air. Stretching left to right along the back, south-facing wall, a long bar surrounded by long-legged oak stools gathers a crowd of workers and sailors, each thirsty and insistent on recieving attention. The atmosphere within the tavern is stifling and hot.