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5E The Fall of Blackmoor (IC)

Kiraya_TiDrekan

Registered User
991 A.S. (After Shattering), 17th Day of Spring Dawning (4th month)

Ngoya

The smell gave Ngoya her first impression of Blackmoor. Human and animal waste, dumped just outside the eastern wall of the city and left there to turn into a disturbing semblance of a swamp. 15 foot walls surround the city, the most recent of 5 sets of walls, the city outgrowing each over the years. The most recent outer walls are strange to behold - metallic and formed by magic rather than human hands. The north and south gates to the city host a steady line of wagons, riders on horseback, and those on foot. The noble in the line was readily obvious, carried in a levitating chair, surrounded by guards armed with what Ngoya's tribe used to call lightning staffs, strange weapons of technology that fired arrows seemingly made of energy.

Guards armed with similar weapons patrolled the top of the walls and manned the checkpoints in to the city. Ngoya noted that the guards allowed travelers who gave them gold to pass, while those who had no gold to give had their wagons and saddlebags and everything else inspected and rummaged through. One guard at the south gate seemed fond of the word "contraband" and kept everything identified as such. His collection of "contraband" included quite a few valuable looking items.
 

Skarsgard

Villager
Ngoya

The sight of the massive Tribeless' villiage was breathtaking, For more than one reason, Ngoya thought as she crinkled her nose. She hid behind the rocky outcrop and observed the rituals of entry and then smiled to herself as she finally worked out the meaning of "contraband". Clearly some sort of tithe to the settlement.

Noting that other guards didn't seem to be making such demands, Ngoya hides most of her gold around her person, leaving a couple peices to jingle in her pouch. Once she ensures her items are affixed securely she joins a line, listening to people as they converse. After a while she comes to understand most are here looking for "work". However, she also notes that there is talk of elves and that there may be a looming conflict with them. Yes, here I will find a chance to strike at my enemy!

When it is her turn at the front of the queue she carefully recites the phrase required by the ritual. "I a looking for 'work'".
 

Kiraya_TiDrekan

Registered User
Ngoya

The guards look at Ngoya skeptically. The "contraband" guard's voice is laced with venomous sarcasm, "What kind of work?" The other guard is eyeing Ngoya's coin pouch.
 

Skarsgard

Villager
Ngoya

Casually brushing the money pouch to elicit a jingle, Ngoya turns to "contraband". "Do you lead here?" she asks and before he can respond continues, "I am a hunter and scout. We of Forest Deer are skilled in such arts. It is my hope to get work with your protectors ahh, your warriors"

Reaching into the coin pouch she removes a gold coin she scavenged from amongst the dead elves and holds it out to the guard, hoping the ritual would be completed.
 

Kiraya_TiDrekan

Registered User
Ngoya

"Contraband" guard snatches the coin and examines it, then leans over to the other guard, "Just like the ones Lattimer's Patrol took off those dead elves a few weeks back." His companion nods, then turns to Ngoya, "Got any more of those? And where did you get 'em?"
 

Skarsgard

Villager
Ngoya

"From the ones I hunted, they attacked my tribe east of here." As she speaks she takes out the other coin from the pouch and hands it over. "I hunted them for a week and took those as trophies of my kills. Did this Lattimer kill many?
 

Kiraya_TiDrekan

Registered User
Ngoya

The guards seem impressed as they pocket the coins. The "contraband" guard points his thumb back behind him through the gates, "I don't know, but maybe you could ask him. He's on the lookout for new recruits. You can find him at the garrison, a few blocks that way. You're clear to enter the city. Have a nice day." This last is said with a smirk as the guards turn their attention to the next person in line.

The main gate through the metal wall is divided into two sections, to better prevent a breach. Upon passing the guards, Ngoya has to take a sharp left and proceed 30 feet through an enclosure with murder holes above and spear lines to the sides (similar to arrow slits where warriors can shove spears through relatively small holes to attack any passing through the gate area while being relatively protected from counter attack). Another sharp right brings Ngoya to the secondary gate, manned by another pair of guards, though their duty seems to be simply to observe as they do not stop anyone passing through.

The secondary gate opens onto a main thoroughfare with shops lined up on either side and a crowded marketplace atmosphere as vendors try to sell their wares to newcomers. Ngoya is almost immediately accosted by a fruit merchant selling what he says are rare and exotic apples from the eastern realms. Just beyond him is a woman selling fabrics and after that a halfling selling pastries.

Beyond the immediate rush of vendors, there are several taverns and inns catering to travelers. The main thoroughfare continues beyond the taverns and the city quiets some after that, as the buildings become residential - tall buildings with stairways on the outside, apparently housing multiple families. Alleys and narrower streets branch off here, creating a dizzying labyrinth. Homeless beggars line the main thoroughfare in this area, hoping for a few coins or a bit of food.

Ngoya can see the fourth wall of the city ahead, a partially dismantled stone wall, its pieces obviously used in the construction of some of the buildings Ngoya just passed.
 

Skarsgard

Villager
Ngoya

Ngoya nods to the two guards and enters the large settlement. As she passes the walls, she pauses to admire the brutal efficiency of the entrance. A foe would lose many warriors trying to attack the gates, she thought to herself. Taking a moment she has a look to see if the murder holes had seen any use recently.
Passing through she awkwardly pushes through the uncomfortably close press of the tribeless, ignoring offers of food and wares. Approaching the guards on duty, "I seek one called Lattimer who is in the garrison. It is said by the guards that he is seeking warriors?”
 

Kiraya_TiDrekan

Registered User
Ngoya

The guard nods, "Just past the third wall, big black building on the left. Good luck. There's a reason he's always looking for new recruits."
 

Skarsgard

Villager
Ngoya

Somewhat taken aback by the guards frankness, Ngoya pauses for a moment to consider her next step. The guards' nonchalance about their casualties screamed of a lack of care for their warriors, perhaps this Lattimer was careless with the lives of his charges? What if he was incompetent and not fit for the task of acting as a pathway for her vengeance? A swift arrow in the night could claim a fool but the risks were palpable now. But then the faces of her dead people came to the fore.

Stiffening her resolve she resolutely strode towards the building indicated by the guard. As she walks, she palms another one of the gold coins.



[sblock=ooc] I am keeping track of how many of my gold coins I use up :) [/sblock]
 

Kiraya_TiDrekan

Registered User
Ngoya

The area of the city between the 4th and 3rd walls is mostly residential, though of a better economic standing than those living in the entry district. Still, the difference is barely relevant as the buildings are packed closely together and it appears numerous families share single room domiciles. Each house has a tiny section of land, most of which have a few vegetable and/or tea plants.

The 3rd wall was apparently originally built from adobe with a wooden frame and is falling apart along most of its length, having been neglected for years. Beyond the 3rd wall are the government buildings, most of which are large stone structures. The black building, the army garrison, is situated next to the prison, a massive, imposing structure with gargoyles leering inward on the outer wall. The courtyard of the prison features a gallows very prominently in view of both the general populace passing by and the inmates. There is also a whipping post in the courtyard.

The garrison is slightly less imposing, but still intimidating. Training yards feature practice mannequins and shooting targets, both for archers and gunners. A squad of warriors is currently using the yard and a sweaty captain is observing them. He notices Ngoya's approach and calls for a break. The man is covered in scars, including one snaking across his face, bisecting the bridge of his nose. He smiles, making his face even more gruesome, "Only one reason you're here. I'm assuming you're from one of the nomad tribes out east?"
 

Skarsgard

Villager
Ngoya

Despite her best efforts to look down upon the tribeless as less than the people of the forest, Ngoya was beginning to appreciate the scale of their settlement and the enormous efforts of these people to maintain it.

Looking to warrior up and down and examining the warriors training in the grounds Ngoya looks up at the ugly tribeless male.

"I am of Forest Deer, I am here to see the one called Lattimer to see if he has need of scouts."
 

Kiraya_TiDrekan

Registered User
Ngoya

"Well, you have found Lattimer. Forest Deer? I'm not familiar with that one, but we've had a few of the nomads from other tribes join our ranks in the past. I got a lot of respect for you folks and your skills."

He calls over one of the recruits training in the yard, a young man named Andus. Lattimer tosses Ngoya and Andus training swords - wooden swords with blunt edges - likely to delivers some potent bruises but not much more than that.

"Show me what you got."
 

Skarsgard

Villager
Ngoya

Ngoya catches the wooden blade and twirls it around in her hand for a moment to get a feel for the weight. Walking over to the nearby wall she shrugs off her pack and carefully places her shortbow and arrows against it. Drawing out her various other weapons she places the near her pack and then picking up the wooden blade she walk back to where Lattimer and Andus stand.

"Well met then Lattimer, I am Ngoya Utonga of Forest Deer." she inclines her head slightly, to the same level one would for a protector of her tribe. "Do I need to kill him to take his place?"

Before they can respond she launches into a blistering attack.

[sblock=ooc] do you need rolls or are you just going to work off averages? [/sblock]
 

Kiraya_TiDrekan

Registered User
Ngoya

Ngoya catches Andus by surprise and only by sheer luck does Andus manage to duck under Ngoya's swing. Lattimer claps and laughs and the rest of the recruits in the training yard quickly gather to watch as Andus recovers and spins around with his a swing of his own.

[roll0] [roll1]
 

Kiraya_TiDrekan

Registered User
Ngoya

And the impromptu sparring match is over just like that as Andus takes a wooden sword to the side of the head, a blow that surely would have decapitated him if it were a real sword in Ngoya's hands. As it is, he drops to the ground, barely conscious.

Lattimer steps in, smiling, "To answer your question, no, I'd prefer you didn't kill him." He turns to the crowd of recruits, "Drag this sorry piece of goblin dung to the infirmary."

As the others drag Andus away, Lattimer turns his scarred face to regard Ngoya, "You can expect three things working for me. One, you'll never be bored. Two, the city barely pays enough to cover our living expenses. Three, if you survive, you get to keep a share of whatever loot we discover, so its still worth it."

He glances down at Andus' wooden sword still lying on the ground, "If you survive."
 

Skarsgard

Villager
Ngoya

"As long as I get to hunt elves I will be yours." Ngoya responds. "Though I am fair with the blade, I am more skilled as a hunter and tracker."

Moving over to her gear she picks in up and turns to Lattimer. "Where do I put my things?"
 

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