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Horse & Carriage Causeway [The Foreign Quarter]


Lassroyale
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HORSE & CARRIAGE CAUSEWAY

 

Built to keep foot traffic separate from those travelling via coach and carriage, the City of Liathlidor(Grayhaven) devised a two-way, paved-slab causeway to accommodate horse-drawn transportation.  There are several access points, with ingress from the harbor leading into the Foreign Quarter and the southern road by way of the Kingdom Bridgeways, used the most. The causeway runs on a meandering track along the outer edges of each major city block, and connects the port, the  Citadel of Light, the Sparkling Market, and Foreign Quarter to one another.  It also provides coaches and carriages easier access to the road leading to the Kingdom Bridgeways.

 

DAETH

Horse & Carriage Causeway: 

[*Horse-drawn Transport ONLY*]

[OOC: Daeth & Syltamuls from The Syltamul Estate: The Front Gate

 

Around midday, the distant clip-clop-clack of iron-shod hooves could be heard approaching from the south.  The advancing hoofbeats grew steadily louder the closer they drew to the Foreign Quarter, the rhythmic echo mingling with the typical low level cacophony of a bustling market in a busy city.  Several minutes later, the previously muffled sound of iron-capped hooves striking the paved stone rang out, now sharp and distinct as a pair of magnificent, jet black stallions entered the Foreign Quarter via the Horse & Carriage Causeway.   Their coats held the luster of polished onyx, and their manes had a subtle sheen as they flowed like spilled ink over their shoulders and withers.  

 

The two elegant black horses were matched by the stately, piano black clarence carriage that was drawn along behind them.  The carriage itself bore no identifying crests or marks, and the curtains to the enclosed cabin were drawn shut, hiding the identities of whoever was inside.  

 

The driver reined in the horses for a moment and glanced around, using his elevated position from the driver's seat to his advantage.  After getting his bearings the driver gave a crack of the whip and drove horses and carriage forward, guiding the carriage down a branching path of the causeway that bounded The Central Street and would take them directly to The Lavish Hand.

 

[OOC: Daeth & Syltamuls to The Foreign Quarter: The Central Street (fronting: The Lavish Hand)]

 

TOM-CAT (Must Read): Teleskela - Kiana Beach Battle (3/3) - ★★Try Again - ★★Powder Keg - Soft, soft - Imprint - ★★Stupid Little Tom-Cat
DAETH (top 3): Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - ★★Sensing Death
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DAETH

Death Angel & Bearer of the Mark

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[OOC: Daeth & Syltamuls fromThe Lavish Hand]

 

The same nondescript black carriage that had entered the Foreign Quarter a few hours earlier, wended its way back through the market stalls and cobbled streets, swiftly pulled along the Horse & Carriage Causeway by the two coal-black stallions.  As before, the curtains were drawn and none of the carriage's occupants could be glimpsed.  Nonetheless, whispers and gossip followed in the wake of the carriage's passage, which seemed to indicate that the carriage had been seen parked outside of the The Lavish Hand, the couture clothing shop owned by Vincen Chemaux.

 

[OOC: Daeth & Syltamuls to The Syltamul Estate: The Front Gate]

TOM-CAT (Must Read): Teleskela - Kiana Beach Battle (3/3) - ★★Try Again - ★★Powder Keg - Soft, soft - Imprint - ★★Stupid Little Tom-Cat
DAETH (top 3): Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - ★★Sensing Death
RISQUÉ (most recent): ★★Fun with Fisticuffs!
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Eddellyn Wynterleaf

[OOC: from The Tree & Tankard Inn]

Though the carriage had been expected, Wynterleaf still warily approached the elegant vehicle sitting in the stable yard of the Tree and Tankard. As she moved closer to the carriage, the coachman, an elf of middle years, jumped down from his seat and gave her a curious glance over. Wynterleaf found herself bristling, a sharp retort ready on her lips when the man sketched a slight bow.

Are you Miss Wynterleaf?” His tone was curious, though everything proper, as he politely waited for her response.

Biting back a sharp reply, she simply nodded her head. “Were you sent by Lord Travion?

Indeed. My name’s MacGlivy but ‘Mac’ will suit. I am to see you delivered to the Bridgeways and the Syltamul masquerade.” He moved to open the door to the carriage and held out a hand, waiting to assist her inside.

Wynterleaf ignored the gesture and instead placed her left hand on the doorframe and levered herself into the conveyance on her own. The coachman’s smile remained in place as he said, “Please, make yourself comfortable. If you wish, there is a bit of food and drink in a basket tucked under the seat opposite.” He gave her a jovial wink as he added, “I know it can be quite late at times before food is served at the fancy parties nobles throw.

Thank you, Mac.

And now we best be getting underway, it’s a fair journey to get to the Bridgeways.” This was said with a quick dip of his head before he closed and secured the door.

Wynterleaf perched on the front-facing seat, appreciative of the plush cushions that lined the bench, as she studied the interior of the spacious carriage. The inside was no less impressive than the outside, both seats were covered in velvet cushions, with small pillows on each side to prevent the occupants from banging into the sides of the carriage. Brocade curtains were pulled back from the windows, tied in place by tasseled gold cords and compartments were built under the seats, stocked with various supplies including the food basket that the coachmen had mentioned.

There was a short whistle from outside and the carriage jolted momentarily before sliding into a smooth steady rocking motion as it began to navigate the cobblestone streets. With an uneasy feeling settling in the pit of her stomach, Wynterleaf settled further back onto the bench, staying well back from the windows, as she questioned the choices that had led her to here.

Admittedly, her journey had first started out of curiosity those many months ago in Aniada after hearing tales of the ruined halfling town of Kiana. It didn’t seem plausible that anything could have devastated a whole town, she had expected to find a few burned buildings and the opportunity to scavenge a bit of salvage to resell or perhaps lend a bit of aid to the locals, should they need it. But what she found was actual devastation and a horrifying number of the population dead. Leftover signs from the battle, paired with rumors that wizards were involved, renewed her hatred of the magick bearers and she vowed to get answers, not only for the victims but because her own past traumas demanded it.

She trailed her fingers over the end of her right arm, molding the slippery satin of the glove over her skin, pressing until she could feel the rough ridges of scar tissue beneath. The injury no longer pained her, it had been seven years…

Wynterleaf frowned and calculated the math. No, it was longer… nine? Is it possible that it was that long since it had happened? Had she been alone for that long? Time blended in her mind as she closed her eyes trying to remember, trying to picture everything as it had been before. She didn’t know how long she sat, trying to form the images in her mind, it was only when the carriage rattled as it hit a hole in the road that the vision broke. She opened her eyes and she saw they were no longer in the city but on a road snaking through a forest of ancient green trees.

A sigh escaped her lips and she tucked the memories into the back of her mind once again. There is no sense dwelling on what was lost, she reminded herself. She would see the search through for the magickal weapon or person responsible for the deaths of the people in Kiana and with it, another part of her own vow would be fulfilled. But first, she had to focus on passing as a noble guest to gain entrance to the Syltamul estate.

[OOC: to The Syltamul Estate: The Front Gate (assuming) ]


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