Zhure
First Post
The air is brisk with the sharp bite of coming winter on its breath. Blowing steadily from the north, skimming across Northport's bleak houses, you can smell water on the air. A storm is brewing, probably bringing snow. A few gulls pepper the morning sky in search of the sea's meager bounty, but few citizens of the Empire are about.
The winter session is about to begin on the Island of Drell. It's a quiet time of contemplation and deep study. Most who attend there won't be around for the winter session -- it's too cold and bleak. Many of the instructors spend the icy season in the warm southern capitol, earning their keep as tutors to the rich, or vacationing. A few teachers will be on the island and will hold sporadic classes.
Likewise the students who are at Drell this time of year will generally be of two bents: studious avid learners, or those whose prospects in the south are poor. Generally the lackluster students in the winter are either escaping a poor homelife, but a few have foes and enemies they wish to avoid by living on the Imperial Estate that is Drell.
The Academy Guard changes at dawn, the individual soldiers exchange brief pleasantries with their replacement shift and go their own ways. Some walk north up the wide cobblestones of the Emperor's Road toward their homes and hearths, halberds slung juantily over their shoulders. A few stroll into a small tavern near the ocean's edge from whence the hearty smell of baking wafts.
Footnotes:
The Emperor's Road is pervasive throughout the Empire. Established almost two millenia ago, the road is mandated by law to be 5 yards wide, with no foliage within 5 yards of either edge. In times of conflict, the Empire's soldiers use these roadways to travel at relatively great speeds with little fear of ambush.
Right of way on these roads is always given to those who bear the Emperor's scarlet banner.
-edit, invert north for south, change guard descriptor, all due to massive brain cramp, see the OOC thread
The winter session is about to begin on the Island of Drell. It's a quiet time of contemplation and deep study. Most who attend there won't be around for the winter session -- it's too cold and bleak. Many of the instructors spend the icy season in the warm southern capitol, earning their keep as tutors to the rich, or vacationing. A few teachers will be on the island and will hold sporadic classes.
Likewise the students who are at Drell this time of year will generally be of two bents: studious avid learners, or those whose prospects in the south are poor. Generally the lackluster students in the winter are either escaping a poor homelife, but a few have foes and enemies they wish to avoid by living on the Imperial Estate that is Drell.
The Academy Guard changes at dawn, the individual soldiers exchange brief pleasantries with their replacement shift and go their own ways. Some walk north up the wide cobblestones of the Emperor's Road toward their homes and hearths, halberds slung juantily over their shoulders. A few stroll into a small tavern near the ocean's edge from whence the hearty smell of baking wafts.
Footnotes:
The Emperor's Road is pervasive throughout the Empire. Established almost two millenia ago, the road is mandated by law to be 5 yards wide, with no foliage within 5 yards of either edge. In times of conflict, the Empire's soldiers use these roadways to travel at relatively great speeds with little fear of ambush.
Right of way on these roads is always given to those who bear the Emperor's scarlet banner.
-edit, invert north for south, change guard descriptor, all due to massive brain cramp, see the OOC thread
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