The World at War (IC)

[Celticbear]

In the far reaches of Ustalav, in the city known as Lepidstadt, all is well and good. Well, as well as can be expected in Ustalav. The point is that nothing serious is happening, no zombie invasion, no werewolf incursion, no rampaging flesh golem mis-creations, nothing.

All of you have either lived in Lepidstadt, or have arrived for some reason or another.

Spoiler: OOC

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[Greenflame133]

Alioria walks to the front gate feeling awkward about her standing out so much.

[thegoldenfedora]

As the trees part ahead of him, Sakeen could begin to make out the bridge leading to Lepidstadt. He breathes a sigh of relief, Thank Shelyn he thought, the most recent leg of his travels had been uneventful and relatively peaceful.

He was a man of average height with thick brown hair pulled back, and a burnt color to his skin. Across his face, spreading from his chin to his right temple was a horrible burn mark that he made no effort to hide. The burn kept his right almond eye slightly compressed from the scarring, but the man held a perpetual smile that defied his old wound. He carried a tall glaive as though it were a walking stick and wore a reinforced tunic that fluttered with the breeze every now and then. Hanging from his neck was a necklace with a wooden pendant of a songbird with long tail feathers curling back over itself.

He was traveling for the sake of traveling, he had no goal in mind, no destination. Just a desire to see more of the world drove him forward.

Smiling he continued along the road out of the woods towards the bridge, waving to the first person who noticed him.

[rs2excelsior]

Grunvir makes his way through the west gate, musket over one shoulder and travelling pack over the other. He is dusty and tired from the road, what remains of his uniform is tattered and dirty. Any insignia or identifying features have long since been torn away. The journey out of Cheliax, across Nidal and Nirmathas, had been a harrowing one, but now with the forest people and the orcs of Belken between him and Cheliax he finally felt he could rest easy. Grunting a greeting toward the guards at the gate, and answering any questions they might have politely but briefly, he looks around to get his bearings. He hopes to find a tavern where he can get a decent mug of ale, a bath, and a bed for the night. From there... well, from there he can figure out what to do next. But for the moment he fights of the weariness in his bones and the ache in his feet, and begins heading further into the town.

[DoctorFaust]

Arta approaches the east gate of Lepidstadt, clutching her cloak more tightly around her. She might not have the horns or wings usually associated with Tieflings, but her corpse-white skin and the red veins criss crossing her neck mark her as non-human just the same, and her supplies are low enough she doesn't want to get kicked out of town again. At least not without the chance to do some shopping.

[RolandDeschain]

Ratchet

Slipping out of the bushes, the tiny goblin fell in behind the brown-haired man wearing the heavy tunic. Although he had to hustle to keep up, Ratchet was able to match the man's footfalls, attempting to be a quiet as possible. He had waited for the better part of the morning for someone to come along, and the man, despite the scar on his face and rather intimidating "walking-stick", had a pleasant enough demeanor.

As they approached the bridge leading to Lepidstadt, the man waved at a passerby so Ratchet did the same, mimicking his easy demeanor. He giggled inwardly at the stranger's rather perplexed expression.

He had pushed his ears up inside the simple leather cap that strained to also contain his wild shock of jet black hair, but there was no hiding his olive skin, too-wide grin, and amber eyes.

Damned human and his long legs! Better close the gap before we get to the bridge....

The goblin tried to remain quiet while he hustled to catch up.

Spoiler: Sakeen Perception Check

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Stealth (1d20+7)[22]
*-5 for moving greater than half speed included

[elanfanboy]

Demetrius walks through the western gate, noticing nothing unusual among the dusty travelers coming in for the night. He pulls up his cowl, trying to make himself less noticeable, something necessary, to prevent from drawing attention drawn to him due to the tattoos covering his body, for without them his "tricks" would not be possible. He decides to move to the center of town, as he requires supplies after the long journey for revenge that has taken him here.

[VenerableWizard]

Gaelin enters Lepidstatd, he is still not used to being away from his home city. after heading so far north, he has gotten aware of the general layout of a city. Theres are many new races that he has only ever heard of as well. He studies all the new faces quietly for a while. he was surprised to see a giant two legged frog as well. "Well thats strange." he mutters to himself. He then heads for the nearest inn or tavern.

(Updated after i realized the geography)

[elanfanboy]

Demetrius navigates the market, picking up what items he requires for sustenance on the road ahead.
At one of the market stalls, he asks where a good place to rest would be.

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if you wanna do anything, feel free to do so, I can also now move wherever I need to.