Entrance to Zerdargia

[Anne]

A 15-foot high wall dropping down into a 20-foot deep an fifteen foot wide moat surround and fortify the city. The occasional bastion sticks out to allow archers to shoot at any opposing force. An interesting feature not far from the Southern gates is a huge boulder that forms part of the wall, the result of an arcanic defence and not far from the boulder is a large scar on the wall where acid etched its way into the stone.

The main gates can be found to the north of the city, while smaller gates can be found on each of the other sides of the city.


The 12-inch thick gates are made of solid Oak with steel reinforcements. A network of Pulleys and chains allow these massive gates to operate with great ease. This network also operates the Drawbridge that remains down during times of peace.

The city is still badly scarred from the war the previous winter and those that enter do so at their own risk. The summer sun beats down on the gates but the guards remain vigilent. Veterens one and all of the war, they do not wilt in the heat but check all visitors carefully, the guards at the gate backed by archers on the wall who will finish any disputes with a finality not to be argued with.

Ooc: All guards on the gate will be dwarf's. The guards will be distrustful of anyone not a dwarf or halfling and elves will be vilified.

[Drogean]

Two candlemarks past the brightening of
The first brightening in the second cycle of
Kalendryas, in the Autumn of
Era XI Post-Fractum, The Reign of
Audrey De'lylles in Centripax.

Upon a white stallion a rider came to the gates. He was tall, certainly no Dwarf, and rode his horse hard. When he slowed his mount to a walk, the cloud of dust he had kicked up passed over horse and rider, shrouding them in orange dust.

He came closer to the gates, and dismounted out of politeness. He would not make the Dwarves jump for his visa on horseback. That was not to say that an Imperial Visa was the only form of identification this Elf - for though he wore his hood up, any Dwarf would know him for an Elf - would give.

He wore no visible weapons, and he handed over his visa first while he searched his pockets slowly, cautiously for something else. He said nothing. He expected the Dwarves to make a crack over his last name, Miettiälakitäydellinen, and that was if they were polite.

He wanted to see how they would react, first, before he played the ace in his pocket.

[Anne]

Fenwick Hobsetter was pulling his first shift on the gates; he questioned the need for anyone on the gates given that hardly anyone resided inside the city anymore. True some still clung to the ruins and tried to make a go of life but for the most part all dwarves and those that they accepted had left. The rider approaching was not one of the races that were on his list of acceptable he noted, as the rider got closer.

Stepping forward he waited until the rider handed over his visa before making any other movement; a quick look at the rider in question and then the visa had Fenwick let forth with a mouth full of spittle that landed just in front of the horses front feet. A filthy elf!

”What business do you have with dwarfs then pointy ears? Your kind is not welcome here….”” he said not hiding his feeling about elves in general.

[Drogean]

"Not welcome here?!" Drogean roared, loud enough for the Dwarves on the wall to hear, All gods damn these Dwarves and their memories! he thought, and nearly said out loud.

"My kind was sure enough welcome here in the war, or have you already forgotten?" It was an accusation he leveled against the Dwarf before him specifically. He took the item he had been searching for in his pocket out; it was an iron scroll casing the Dwarf might recognize as the Scroll of Law, the symbol of office for members of the Concordia Incola.

"I have three orders of business. I am here on behalf of the Provincial Government. I want to assess the damage done to Zerdargia, I want to bring the issue to the Concordia Incola, I want to make sure proper memorials are made in every Centripaxian city, and make sure the citizens of Zerdargia who remain still are not forgotten as well." With every word his manner softened; he was now friendly, almost to the point of being concerned for the Dwarf.

Drogean's voice now was softer, nothing like the booming yell he had used at the opening, "My brother was a Ranger. He... he died. In Zerdargia. That business is personal. His body was.... I have come to pay what respects I may... it has been... too long, nearly an era. If you could direct me to where he may have been buried, I would be in your debt."

It was the first time aloud Drogean had said his brother was dead.

His voice firmed again, and he said, "Finally, I have come to make sure one individual in particular does not forget the part we Elves played in the defence of Zerdargia. Where is the B&D Anvil?"

[Anne]

Fenwick was taken about at the ferocity of the pointy ears words, so much so he went to grab his axe from where it was strapped across his back. I would never do to be spoken to by pointy ears like that. His next words though had Fenwick pause a look crossing his face; he had lost a brother who was defending Zerdargia during the war? Perhaps he was being a bit hasty in his assessment of the elf’s arrival.

”Well now no need to get all high and mighty now is there. You have to remember that relations between elves and dwarves are a bit strained like since it was an elf that started it all.

Still I’m sorry about your brother. There were lot’s of good folk lost during the battle.” he said taking a cursory glance at the scroll the elf proffered for his perusal. His grasp of the written word was not that good but he wasn’t about to say so.

Moving aside he gave the elf the directions to the B&D Anvil and waved him on through the gates.

[Magus Syfer]

End of Autumn, Era II, PFXI

Magus approached the gate cautiously. He had heard of what happened in Zerdagia in recent times, from rumours and news abroad. The wary gleam in the guards' eyes as they inspected the approaching human suspiciously warned the human mage to be on his guard. The array of archers just behind them only served to confirm the wisdom of his precautions. He would have to approach this with great caution. The guards were not to be meddled with.

"Serale, I am Magus from Demios. I would like to enter this city, if it would please you. I have the necessary documents..." His words faltered and trailed off. Though he did have his imperial visa, he wasn't sure if that was all required at this heavily fortified city. After all, this city was geared to war, not like Demios. Was the visa all they required? Or was there more?

[Anne]

Fenwick watched the human approach and stepped out to check his visa. It was a lucky day for Magnus for Fenwick had found a stash of dwarven ale and was looking forward to supping it once his duty on the gates was over. Giving the document a cursory glance he waved Magnus through.

”Mind the curfew! When the suns go down you best stay inside.” he said as he handed back the visa.