On the Sacean Shoreline (Midori/Gar)
Feb 2, 2017 22:42:53 GMT -6
Post by Midori on Feb 2, 2017 22:42:53 GMT -6
By noon the next day Midori and the rest of the Chaklai were home. The landscape of the plains changed drastically as they approached the mountainous borders of their home territory. The flat land was replaced by several inclines uphill. The temperature changed slightly. As there was now a slight tint of mist and chill in the air. They marched until they came across a large wall with a gate. The scent of smoke lingered in the air. The smoke from the campfires of the various guards. Lady Lucy hollered at the watchmen, who in turn shouted back. The large iron gates were opened and the group was allowed inside the village walls. The group travelled past the moss laden cobble stone walls. Stones harvested from the mountains.
The gates and walls were the first line of defense from invaders. The guard was the second. And they had a series of signals, bells, and flares that they used to contact the other out posts. There was still a bit more road for the group to travel. The path to the village was cleared of debris daily. It made the travel uphill a little bit easier for all involved. As they approached, the village came into view. The first that could be seen was the main road that cut through the whole village. With various shops on both sides of the road. The main road had other roads that forked away from the main path. These other roads had some homes lined along it's borders. Dotted in between some homes were trees. Trees with long spindly branches that hung low and looked as if a giant hand was trying to pick the roof's off of some homes. These trees were truly a sight to see during the spring bloom.
The farms were located towards the eastern end of the village. However many homes had gardens in the land behind them. To the west was the river. The natural barrier that separated Sacae from Bern. To the west were the mills and the bath houses. To the north of the village beyond the buildings were the mountains. The Chaklai had spent years cultivating the land and creating it into an grove of trees. Further up the path was the main shrine of the village. The shrine where Midori and the rest of her priesthood lived.
Refugees were guided towards two buildings. One was shelter of sorts. A large three floored building that could accommodate lots of people. Albeit sometimes not comfortably but it was better then being out in the streets. The people would be healed and slowly educated in the Chaklai way. Many who recovered would learn to till the soil and work the fields. Some would take up a craft others would be enlisted to help with the guard. Those that freeload would be booted out of the village. The Chaklai were kind in their ways but they also needed to support themselves. They couldn't waste resources. Another was the local inn. A place to rest and eat if you had the coin to do so. Freelance work and volunteer requests were usually posted on a large board in the inn.
Midori was happy to be home. She and the other Chaklai slowly herded the refugees to where they had to go. And then they dispersed. Many were eager to return to their homes. To their families and share with them the latest installment of their time outside of the gates. Lady Lucy and a few others had to report what had happened to the council. Midori wanted nothing more then to go home. But, home involved walking up many stairs. And she was not in the mood to do that just yet. Her stomach also told her it was time for lunch so she guided Ashes towards the inn. Hope Bruce made fishballs. Midori was craving his legendary soup.
(End thread)
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Figure this was a good place to stop.
The gates and walls were the first line of defense from invaders. The guard was the second. And they had a series of signals, bells, and flares that they used to contact the other out posts. There was still a bit more road for the group to travel. The path to the village was cleared of debris daily. It made the travel uphill a little bit easier for all involved. As they approached, the village came into view. The first that could be seen was the main road that cut through the whole village. With various shops on both sides of the road. The main road had other roads that forked away from the main path. These other roads had some homes lined along it's borders. Dotted in between some homes were trees. Trees with long spindly branches that hung low and looked as if a giant hand was trying to pick the roof's off of some homes. These trees were truly a sight to see during the spring bloom.
The farms were located towards the eastern end of the village. However many homes had gardens in the land behind them. To the west was the river. The natural barrier that separated Sacae from Bern. To the west were the mills and the bath houses. To the north of the village beyond the buildings were the mountains. The Chaklai had spent years cultivating the land and creating it into an grove of trees. Further up the path was the main shrine of the village. The shrine where Midori and the rest of her priesthood lived.
Refugees were guided towards two buildings. One was shelter of sorts. A large three floored building that could accommodate lots of people. Albeit sometimes not comfortably but it was better then being out in the streets. The people would be healed and slowly educated in the Chaklai way. Many who recovered would learn to till the soil and work the fields. Some would take up a craft others would be enlisted to help with the guard. Those that freeload would be booted out of the village. The Chaklai were kind in their ways but they also needed to support themselves. They couldn't waste resources. Another was the local inn. A place to rest and eat if you had the coin to do so. Freelance work and volunteer requests were usually posted on a large board in the inn.
Midori was happy to be home. She and the other Chaklai slowly herded the refugees to where they had to go. And then they dispersed. Many were eager to return to their homes. To their families and share with them the latest installment of their time outside of the gates. Lady Lucy and a few others had to report what had happened to the council. Midori wanted nothing more then to go home. But, home involved walking up many stairs. And she was not in the mood to do that just yet. Her stomach also told her it was time for lunch so she guided Ashes towards the inn. Hope Bruce made fishballs. Midori was craving his legendary soup.
(End thread)
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Figure this was a good place to stop.