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Open Exploration: The Old Capital.
Where: The Old Capital
When: RD6, all day
What: The Hero of the Mountains has come and gone from the Old Capital, just passing our heroes on the way. Time to explore the city in her aftermath?
On the surface, the Old Capital looks much like Schwanheim, only without the two rivers flanking the castle. It's much smaller, the houses father apart and older looking that the more crowded capital, and far more ordered. It has the feel of a city that was planned out. The castle stands in the center, simple, yet impressive, navy blue banners flapping from the the towers that grace each corner, acting as gateway to the 4 wide streets that slice through the circular town like the spokes of a wheel, dividing it into sections. One quarter is the market and craftsman district, the road leading to the castle lined with stalls and merchants with goods on blankets, side streets winding down towards the less sightly businesses. Flanking it on both ends are two housing districts, the smaller homes closer to the market, getting larger as they head for the 4th district, full of large mansions and an impressive church.
There's a large clock tower in the market district that matches the one back in Schwanheim, and a bulletin board much the same.
The clock is stopped, the board blank, and there is an eerie feeling as if something is just... missing. A lack of bird song. A lack of breeze. An odd feeling of stillness, almost as if one were walking through a ghost town even though there are still people about their daily chores as if nothing's wrong.
When: RD6, all day
What: The Hero of the Mountains has come and gone from the Old Capital, just passing our heroes on the way. Time to explore the city in her aftermath?
On the surface, the Old Capital looks much like Schwanheim, only without the two rivers flanking the castle. It's much smaller, the houses father apart and older looking that the more crowded capital, and far more ordered. It has the feel of a city that was planned out. The castle stands in the center, simple, yet impressive, navy blue banners flapping from the the towers that grace each corner, acting as gateway to the 4 wide streets that slice through the circular town like the spokes of a wheel, dividing it into sections. One quarter is the market and craftsman district, the road leading to the castle lined with stalls and merchants with goods on blankets, side streets winding down towards the less sightly businesses. Flanking it on both ends are two housing districts, the smaller homes closer to the market, getting larger as they head for the 4th district, full of large mansions and an impressive church.
There's a large clock tower in the market district that matches the one back in Schwanheim, and a bulletin board much the same.
The clock is stopped, the board blank, and there is an eerie feeling as if something is just... missing. A lack of bird song. A lack of breeze. An odd feeling of stillness, almost as if one were walking through a ghost town even though there are still people about their daily chores as if nothing's wrong.
before checking out the castle!
She didn't actually know anything about clocks.
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It pleases her to see someone else at the tower and she offers a friendly smile and wave of her hand as she approaches.
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"Do you know anything about how these contraptions work?"
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All I know is it's a series of gears that work together, but beyond that, I'm not sure. I take it you also had the idea of seeing if the clock tower was connected to all of this?
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"Not sure what good it will do, but it's better than standing around doing nothing."
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Do you know if the door to the clock tower is open or will we have to find an alternate means of entry?
And by alternate means, she means breaking down the door.
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She marched forward and threw the door open. "Guess not then."
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Makes it easier for us. Now let's hope it isn't trapped. I'm Ginia by the way.
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"Alanna. I'll go first, in case it is." And so she did, in the door and up the stairs, peering around her as she went.
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Once they reached that floor, however, they were greeted with a room of tightly packed clockwork, the edges of the gears polished from use, the tops dulled with age. There was a thin layer of dust on the floor, but non on the clockwork, despite its stillness. It seems only recently had it stopped...
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