fh_trips | Spring Break, Cyseal, Wednesday Morning

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Spring Break, Cyseal, Wednesday Morning

Good morning again, Fandom! A light mist has drifted in from the sea at sunrise, but will burn off under the heat of the sun by mid-morning. It's time to get up, eat breakfast, and fight some more skeletons!

Or laze around at the beach, if that's more of a vacation thing for you.

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The locals need help, and they finally trust you, visitors. There are a couple of ways you can do so...

The rooms are upstairs, modestly outfitted but spacious. There is a double bed or set of twin beds in each room, a bath with a privacy screen, a wardrobe (with time-and-place appropriate clothing included) and a desk. There are plenty of candles, and beautiful paintings hang off the walls.

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Within, large red curtains separate the various booths and tables from the rest of the inn; while they are usually open, they may be closed if privacy is wished for. To the left, there is a large bar which covers the entire L-shaped curve of the back wall. There is the constant, comforting rumble of people chattering; the decor, the fireplace (with bear fur rug) and the candles speak of an intrinsic welcoming warmth. A grey tomcat wanders around the floor, sweet and clever.

The bar does not just serve drinks (though in Cyseal, they are not particularly interested in age limits), but it also serves food for the guests staying at the King Crab. At this time during the day, you can buy a variety of breakfast food, though the locals largely favor cheeses and eggs.

Just down the stairs from the King Crab, you'll find the Cyseal marketplace. It's frequented as much by gulls as it is by people, but during the day, it's always busy. Nearest to the inn are all the food stands, selling fresh fish, vegetables and cheeses.

A little further away, you'll find the potion shop, which sells anything from mushrooms to air- and fire resistance potions, to potions that will temporarily boost your dexterity or intelligence ("potions to enmuscle you! Scrolls to entussle you!", the saleswoman yells), to lockpicks and armoring tools. It's also possible to buy weapons a few stands over (though no, the teachers won't let you bring home that fire wand), and in the middle of the market a rooster sits on a pillow, preening, as he waits for the artist to return to finish his portrait.

Perhaps don't ask.

Just down from the market, you'll find the local hospital, administered by an old fellow named Thelyron. It has several beds available, excellent care, and an inexplicable skeleton and torture rack sitting in the lobby.

Again, perhaps don't ask. He does keep adorable sheep out back, though.

Past the market, you'll find the camp where all of Cyseal's great thespians hole up. There are various stages across the field, some occupied, some not; crowd filters in and out to listen to the performance, settling down on wooden benches, or sometimes the grass.

Today, the large stage is taken up by a man... and a skull. A talking skull. (It is not Bob's skull.) The performance consists of the man asking the skull questions, and the skull responding with premonitions for the future. Occasionally, the skull can't really repress a snarky aside: he's clearly not that impressed with the whole charade.

Town Hall itself is not particularly interesting, as it houses only the Mayor. However, upstairs, his adopted daughter Victoria - an unusually well-spoken orc - has put together an enormous library, containing tomes on topics ranging from Rivellon geography to the various schools of magic and Sourcery practiced in this land. Or you could pick up a book of jokes, or some exciting fiction!

Victoria herself can be spotted roaming the halls, happily twitching her tail and ducking her head as to not gore any bookcases with her horns.

These are the Legion's local barracks. While you may not be allowed to enter the building itself, most days, the soldiers are training outside in the yard. With the decidedly hardassed drill sergeant leading the fray, it's a sight to see.

Opposite the barracks is the current encampment of the Legion. The main area is once again home to a single officer today. She looks alert today. "Adventurers wanted," she calls, occasionally. "We're looking for extra hands on an expedition to drive back the goblins in Luculla Forest!"

Walking through the camp, you'll find warm fires and young legionnaires, training, chatting, or perhaps just making some food.

Down further south, you'll find the docks, where fishermen and soldiers alike are checking their hauls or readying their cargo. If you're lucky, someone might sell you some fresh fish for half the price of the markets, too.

Take the stairs down and cross a bridge, and you'll find yourself at a fairly pristine piece of beach. It is not terribly busy, and the water is nice and warm. If you decide to go swimming, though, you might want to be careful around the shipwrecks lining the coast not far up.

Of course, you could simply choose to wander around Cyseal all day. The sun is warm, and for a medieval-esque city, it's quite gorgeous and not at all stinky. Purple flowers decorate the sides of the roads, and large trees loom overhead. All the while, you can hear the birds singing and the people chatting.

Some of you might have seen the less-friendly goblins in Luculla Forest yesterday. Today, the Legion is heading out there to fight them. While they're weak individually, in great numbers, the goblins and their love of pointy objects might be a touch of a problem.

If things get out of hand, there's always a legionnaire to have your back. They'd prefer if you stayed on support, of course, but all hands are needed.

A little whiles north of Cyseal, there are more broken-down homes. It's not hard to tell what happened: a little further up, you can see smoke still pouring off the lava fields. Accompany a set of do-gooders from the city today and help them patch up holes and restore rooftops. It's hard work, but it's honest, and you're rather less likely to wind up with an axe in your skull.

Yay, Spring Break!

AHAHAHA THAT ICON. Ahem.

Hey, folks! I'm around all day today, so if you want NPCs of any stripes please hit me up down here!

I'm also here for lore questions, but don't worry: Cyseal's pretty much just Regular If Progressive Fantasy That Is At Best Diet Serious (now with 1% seriousness!) and it's very light on need-to-know stuff.

Yeah, Dante still kinda needed to beat more things up. He was starting to lose some of that excess energy, getting back out of his shitty mood, but. Well.

Maybe he didn't get enough of a daily adrenaline workout back on Fandom.

So try as the legionnaires might, they couldn't stop him from taking up a spot near the front - and sometimes being the first to charge in, sword-first. (It wasn't like he ever listened to authority figures anyway; the Legion should be grateful he wasn't just taking off and doing his own thing entirely.)

Edited 2016-02-24 11:07 (UTC)

Atton recognized the aftermath of war just fine.

While part of him was tempted to go along with the other expedition, just to make sure the kids were safe... he'd been feeling a little bogged down lately.

Spending the day stacking bricks and messing around with hay-- that was the kind of quiet fidgeting he could live with.

Before heading off to try and poke at whatever the hell was happening today, Dante needed food. And a lot of it. So instead of just dumping his ass somewhere in the common area like he usually did, he was at the bar, digging his way through a ton of cheese.

You know what? Kathy was going to find the cheese monger again. She had finally run out of the creamy cheese with the apple chunks that she'd snagged on Monday and, yeah, she wanted to see if he'd taken her suggestion to improve the quality of his puns.

Look, you vacation your way, she'd vacation hers.

I'm going to need a punning cheese monger. SORRY I DON'T MAKE THE RULES, IT'S JUST NECESSARY.

Kathy had been tempted by the thought of going off to fight zombies, but she just couldn't bring herself to kill other people. Goblins were smart enough to use weaponry and tactics and weren't just some kind of animated corpse like the skeletons had been, so they were strictly on her 'do not kill' list.

But a sweaty afternoon, working hard to improve the circumstances of people better by fixing up their houses and giving them back some hope? Yeah, that sounded like a way better idea. That's what being a superhero was really about: making people's lives better.

Sure, she generally preferred to do that by chasing down bad guys, but at least she was spending time up on rooftops again?

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Spring Break, Cyseal, Wednesday Morning

King Crab Tavern

Cyseal

Outside Cyseal

King Crab Tavern - Rooms

King Crab Tavern - Common Room

King Crab Tavern - Bar

Cyseal - Market

Cyseal - Thelyron's House of Healing

Cyseal - Theater

Cyseal - Town Hall Library

Cyseal - Barracks

Cyseal - Legion Camp

Cyseal - The Docks

Cyseal - The Beach

Cyseal - Streets of Cyseal

Outside Cyseal - Battle the Goblins

Outside Cyseal - Patch Up Homes On The Outskirts of Cyseal

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