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Aquarian_Blue
Planetoid
- Joined
- Jul 2, 2018
The once-decadent city of Auldermire appears as a claustrophobic, labyrinthine system of grimy, repetitive brick walls atop dilapidated cobblestone streets which loosely connect to a sprawling mess of gothic houses and abandoned businesses, whose doors have been mostly shut and barred. Whipped by frequent storms, the ravages of time, and a brutal economical depression, the city looks worn and rugged, for no amount of care or paint could ever hope to erase the wear sustained upon the spume-blasted docks flanking Lake Encarthor, or upon the grimy, puddle-ridden streets of crumbling gray cobblestone. While the tangled network of wind-blasted homes and half-collapsed structures upon the lake show the damage of lashing waves and frequent flooding, those on the higher ground—the territory of the city's “quality”—posture as the homes of the upper class; wealthy businessmen, corrupt aristocrats, and popular artists. Contrary to the simple, shabby structures near the lake, the buildings located within the Upper Class district are confusing and cramped, surrounded by pristine spiked fences, sharp gables, and columned facades, and most tend to be three or more stories tall, causing the city's skyline to appear particular imposing.
In the distance, a tall, looming manor can be seen built upon a hill that overlooks the lake.
--
Night has fallen now, and the bright and foreboding moon shines overhead, shrouded by layers of thick fog and dark clouds. The moonlight is reflected in the numerous puddles lining the cobblestone streets, the light from the moon blending in eerily with the light being given off by the dimly lit lanterns hanging off of poles set upon street-corners, or mounted on businesses to light up the gloomy way. Beleaguered men and women of Thrushmoor, dressed in threadbare garb that may once have been decadent and stylish shut their doors as the strangers draw near, while haggard city guards armed with curious, silver blades and blazing torches patrol the muddy streets alongside eerie men and women clad in a uniform resembling that of a stark white plague doctor's, set with red armbands. Battered stagecoaches can be seen abandoned in the cobblestone streets, while numerous, charred sections of the city appear to have been barricaded off in the distance, alleys and entrances clogged entirely with scorched debris and crumbling blocks of stone.
It looked almost as if the city had been the sight of some recent war.
--
She'd been travelling through the city, as any other day, when she came across a blockage in the road and was forced to take a side-alley. After about five minutes of stumbling through the dark and decrepit alleyways, a figure comes into view.
Just ahead, his back to her. She was lost.
In the distance, a tall, looming manor can be seen built upon a hill that overlooks the lake.
--
Night has fallen now, and the bright and foreboding moon shines overhead, shrouded by layers of thick fog and dark clouds. The moonlight is reflected in the numerous puddles lining the cobblestone streets, the light from the moon blending in eerily with the light being given off by the dimly lit lanterns hanging off of poles set upon street-corners, or mounted on businesses to light up the gloomy way. Beleaguered men and women of Thrushmoor, dressed in threadbare garb that may once have been decadent and stylish shut their doors as the strangers draw near, while haggard city guards armed with curious, silver blades and blazing torches patrol the muddy streets alongside eerie men and women clad in a uniform resembling that of a stark white plague doctor's, set with red armbands. Battered stagecoaches can be seen abandoned in the cobblestone streets, while numerous, charred sections of the city appear to have been barricaded off in the distance, alleys and entrances clogged entirely with scorched debris and crumbling blocks of stone.
It looked almost as if the city had been the sight of some recent war.
--
She'd been travelling through the city, as any other day, when she came across a blockage in the road and was forced to take a side-alley. After about five minutes of stumbling through the dark and decrepit alleyways, a figure comes into view.
Just ahead, his back to her. She was lost.
