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<blockquote data-quote="Vertexx69" data-source="post: 6076430" data-attributes="member: 48854"><p>A good hundred feet above the ground and a snaking river, actually using the trunks of the giant redwoods as supports ringed with winding staircases, is where they discovered an entire city. The Grand Ziggurat was a massive stepped pyramid city, each level containing a road lined on each side with homes, temples and shops, of each of the races they had seen on the trip, complete with manned turrets and gates at the grand stair to each higher level. The palatial city rose above the edge of the forest, facing a seemingly endless and rolling grassland that lay beyond. A veritable sea of waist high yellow grass and grain stretched for hundreds of miles over the distant eastern horizon.</p><p></p><p>While the diminutive Spha ratfolk seemed to be everywhere, most lived on the bottom tier where a pulley system raised supplies from ground level into the deepest bowels of the city's dark interior. Next up was the steamy level of the water-loving froglike wee Gripli, where the city received its water supply from pipes formed inside the actual trees and drawn up from the river far below. They purified the river water using fire and sands, and then piped it to wells on every level, which is where the visitors were cleaned from head to toe. The snakelike Nagaji plumb the depths of the city and were said to be the best guards there are, with their unblinking eyes and naturally tough bodies and minds. They live on the central tier for quick access to any level of the city, which is also where the city market is located. </p><p></p><p>This is where the final gate was located, the buidlings beyond this point more highly appointed and the whole place just seemed cleaner. The monkeylike Varanas living just beyond the final gate prize knowledge, and run several schools on this tier, many of which connect to the upper levels. The clever and foxlike Kitsune are said to traffic in information and considered the final gate and monkeyfolk to be a buffer between the lower classes and the upperclass which includes only themselves and the ruling body of catfolk, who live intermingled on the uppermost levels, save the palace.</p><p></p><p>This utopian city was crowned by a golden palace at it's peak. Lavishly gilded, the marble walls and floors had all been polished to a high sheen and covered in thick soft rugs, tapestries and lit with heatlessly everburning sconces. After waiting for several days, they were finally sent for. The catfolk heralds that ran ahead of the missionaries all had deeply tanned skin, yellow eyes, and wore their shining, golden hair in braids tight against their heads, as they were escorted into the audience chamber.</p><p></p><p>The large throne room was ringed on three sides with several tiers of benches, packed with every race in the city, who are all speaking there own languages. A strip of pulsing magical runes ring the chamber along the golden ceiling, and everyone seem to be able understand everyone else perfectly well. The back wall of the room holds a pair of staircases that wrap around a gorgeous fountain to a raised dias where the representatives of five non-Maew races sit regally staring towards the doors. Centered behind them is another stair to a heavy gold and wood throne that is framed by waterfalls that cascade silently past into holes in the floor. </p><p></p><p>Seated on the throne is a massively muscled Maew that must stand well over seven feet tall, who's strongly lined, and utterly royal face is ringed with a spectacular shoulder-width deep red mane with long braids flowing down from behind his ears. He wears richly appointed robes with several obviously magical accessories. His molten gold eyes evenly survey his people as golden ratfolk scurry about filling chalices. The royal guard are all Maew females and posted in pairs at the base of every stair and every door in gleaming plate.</p><p></p><p>As the missionary group is lead through the heavy double doors, half the room fell silent and rose to its feet to get a better look at the hairless monkeys from beyond the western border of their world. Slowly the room has fallen silent as they point and stare. The king rises as well then, as the group is lead to the double row of long benches bracketed by another beautiful pair of small fountains. The benches sit in behind a low pulpit in the center of the room. The king's mighty roar calls all attention from the strangers, and everyone falls to one knee and bow their heads before their undisputed ruler. </p><p></p><p>Luckily the strangers are smart enough to follow suit, and then take seats along with everyone else present. Though they can tell the herald is speaking the same chuffing, mewing, purring language as the first children they met, they can now magically understand it perfectly as he instructs the spokesman to state his case. So the leader of the missionary group takes the pulpit to introduce himself and fellow ambassadors of faith, and their mission to educate any who care to learn in the common tongue of the eastern lands.</p><p></p><p>More to Come...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Vertexx69, post: 6076430, member: 48854"] A good hundred feet above the ground and a snaking river, actually using the trunks of the giant redwoods as supports ringed with winding staircases, is where they discovered an entire city. The Grand Ziggurat was a massive stepped pyramid city, each level containing a road lined on each side with homes, temples and shops, of each of the races they had seen on the trip, complete with manned turrets and gates at the grand stair to each higher level. The palatial city rose above the edge of the forest, facing a seemingly endless and rolling grassland that lay beyond. A veritable sea of waist high yellow grass and grain stretched for hundreds of miles over the distant eastern horizon. While the diminutive Spha ratfolk seemed to be everywhere, most lived on the bottom tier where a pulley system raised supplies from ground level into the deepest bowels of the city's dark interior. Next up was the steamy level of the water-loving froglike wee Gripli, where the city received its water supply from pipes formed inside the actual trees and drawn up from the river far below. They purified the river water using fire and sands, and then piped it to wells on every level, which is where the visitors were cleaned from head to toe. The snakelike Nagaji plumb the depths of the city and were said to be the best guards there are, with their unblinking eyes and naturally tough bodies and minds. They live on the central tier for quick access to any level of the city, which is also where the city market is located. This is where the final gate was located, the buidlings beyond this point more highly appointed and the whole place just seemed cleaner. The monkeylike Varanas living just beyond the final gate prize knowledge, and run several schools on this tier, many of which connect to the upper levels. The clever and foxlike Kitsune are said to traffic in information and considered the final gate and monkeyfolk to be a buffer between the lower classes and the upperclass which includes only themselves and the ruling body of catfolk, who live intermingled on the uppermost levels, save the palace. This utopian city was crowned by a golden palace at it's peak. Lavishly gilded, the marble walls and floors had all been polished to a high sheen and covered in thick soft rugs, tapestries and lit with heatlessly everburning sconces. After waiting for several days, they were finally sent for. The catfolk heralds that ran ahead of the missionaries all had deeply tanned skin, yellow eyes, and wore their shining, golden hair in braids tight against their heads, as they were escorted into the audience chamber. The large throne room was ringed on three sides with several tiers of benches, packed with every race in the city, who are all speaking there own languages. A strip of pulsing magical runes ring the chamber along the golden ceiling, and everyone seem to be able understand everyone else perfectly well. The back wall of the room holds a pair of staircases that wrap around a gorgeous fountain to a raised dias where the representatives of five non-Maew races sit regally staring towards the doors. Centered behind them is another stair to a heavy gold and wood throne that is framed by waterfalls that cascade silently past into holes in the floor. Seated on the throne is a massively muscled Maew that must stand well over seven feet tall, who's strongly lined, and utterly royal face is ringed with a spectacular shoulder-width deep red mane with long braids flowing down from behind his ears. He wears richly appointed robes with several obviously magical accessories. His molten gold eyes evenly survey his people as golden ratfolk scurry about filling chalices. The royal guard are all Maew females and posted in pairs at the base of every stair and every door in gleaming plate. As the missionary group is lead through the heavy double doors, half the room fell silent and rose to its feet to get a better look at the hairless monkeys from beyond the western border of their world. Slowly the room has fallen silent as they point and stare. The king rises as well then, as the group is lead to the double row of long benches bracketed by another beautiful pair of small fountains. The benches sit in behind a low pulpit in the center of the room. The king's mighty roar calls all attention from the strangers, and everyone falls to one knee and bow their heads before their undisputed ruler. Luckily the strangers are smart enough to follow suit, and then take seats along with everyone else present. Though they can tell the herald is speaking the same chuffing, mewing, purring language as the first children they met, they can now magically understand it perfectly as he instructs the spokesman to state his case. So the leader of the missionary group takes the pulpit to introduce himself and fellow ambassadors of faith, and their mission to educate any who care to learn in the common tongue of the eastern lands. More to Come... [/QUOTE]
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