e&tg 14

KROMALIR!  JEWEL OF THE WEST COAST!  ENVY OF KINGDOMS!  BEST RATED PLACE TO LIVE ACCORDING TO FAMED POLLSTERS KEVARE & WIFE!  I wish i knew why that ill-conceived and short-lived campaign popped into my head as we approached the city; it seems that the city's been on the edge of unrest for as long as i've lived there.  I started thinking about a good place to land as i came around the Arch of Remembrance, which frames the entrance of the Wyrmsbreath (outsiders always ask, "What's the Arch in remembrance of?" and locals always reply, "We've forgotten."), when i noticed two large, double-barreled ballistas, one on each shoulder of the arch, that looked pretty old.  I'd never seen them before... probably because i've never flown around the city.  I wanted to check to see if there were more aerial defense stations around the city walls, but my ass needed a break, and i didn't want to give anyone an excuse to shoot at me.

I had Kohasadi land by the East gate.  I took a swig of some Fire i'd purchased for the way home and grimaced; i couldn't wait to have some single malt at the Ashen Tongue.  I stretched a bit and gestured at my mount to follow me to the gate.  A very bored Constable greeted us there.

"State your full name and business."  She sounded like a dying goose.

"Mwaele Jumuwadi, returning home from a contracted sortie."  I anticipated her next question by showing her the Mercenary Guild tattoo on my wrist.  She opened her mouth, closed it, and turned to Kohasadi.  She was jarred out of her lightly scripted existence into a state of confusion.  "Uh, you, uh, got a permit for that?"

"What, we need permits for our mounts all of a sudden?  Are you asking every two-bit paladin for a permit on his horse?  You gonna start shaking down wizards to see if they have permits for their familiars or something?"  I felt a nagging voice in the back of my head that seemed to imply that i might not be as sober as i should be.  I asked it to hold that thought.

"Uh, uh."  She turned to her partner for help, who rolled his eyes at her and jerked his head towards the city.  "I guess you can go in, then.  Welcome back home, uh, sir."

"Thank YOU, Constable."  I swept my arm towards the city.  "After you, my friend!"  Kohasadi squawked and walked in and i followed right along.

e&tg 14

KROMALIR!  JEWEL OF THE WEST COAST!  ENVY OF KINGDOMS!  BEST RATED PLACE TO LIVE ACCORDING TO FAMED POLLSTERS KEVARE & WIFE!  I wish i knew why that ill-conceived and short-lived campaign popped into my head as we approached the city; it seems that the city's been on the edge of unrest for as long as i've lived there.  I started thinking about a good place to land as i came around the Arch of Remembrance, which frames the entrance of the Wyrmsbreath (outsiders always ask, "What's the Arch in remembrance of?" and locals always reply, "We've forgotten."), when i noticed two large, double-barreled ballistas, one on each shoulder of the arch, that looked pretty old.  I'd never seen them before... probably because i've never flown around the city.  I wanted to check to see if there were more aerial defense stations around the city walls, but my ass needed a break, and i didn't want to give anyone an excuse to shoot at me.

I had Kohasadi land by the East gate.  I took a swig of some Fire i'd purchased for the way home and grimaced; i couldn't wait to have some single malt at the Ashen Tongue.  I stretched a bit and gestured at my mount to follow me to the gate.  A very bored Constable greeted us there.

"State your full name and business."  She sounded like a dying goose.

"Mwaele Jumuwadi, returning home from a contracted sortie."  I anticipated her next question by showing her the Mercenary Guild tattoo on my wrist.  She opened her mouth, closed it, and turned to Kohasadi.  She was jarred out of her lightly scripted existence into a state of confusion.  "Uh, you, uh, got a permit for that?"

"What, we need permits for our mounts all of a sudden?  Are you asking every two-bit paladin for a permit on his horse?  You gonna start shaking down wizards to see if they have permits for their familiars or something?"  I felt a nagging voice in the back of my head that seemed to imply that i might not be as sober as i should be.  I asked it to hold that thought.

"Uh, uh."  She turned to her partner for help, who rolled his eyes at her and jerked his head towards the city.  "I guess you can go in, then.  Welcome back home, uh, sir."

"Thank YOU, Constable."  I swept my arm towards the city.  "After you, my friend!"  Kohasadi squawked and walked in and i followed right along.