Post by Skulls And Pie on Nov 30, 2008 0:42:29 GMT -5
Setting: A small, industrial city in Sedna, the semi-polar continent. It's November and already snowing there. A group of foresty lyftlands [sky islands] can be found to the north and west while lyftlands to the south and east are a little rockier. The city takes up a single lyftland, but is pretty large. Oh, and the city's name is ... Havønsberg.
Boots crunching through the snow, Océan found his way to the city. Blasted pirates, deciding that they would go to some more "fun" city. He was a fan of Havønsberg, it was a nice city. Having to trek through the ice and snow was not a fun task, though. Assholes can't afford to fly at least a little closer to the city. Whatever. At least he was there now. He pulled his feet out of the snow and onto the cobblestone streets of the town. It always looked so nice in winter, with the frost lining the roofs and all the lamposts iced over. He smiled and looked around, absorbed in the scenery. There was a toy store filled with children over here, and a tavern close by. He laughed at the irony. The mothers probably take their kids to the toy store while the fathers have a drink.
After a while walking, with some stares, he found himself in the town square. Illuminated by a circle of lampposts, their little fires glowing brightly, some benches adorned the circular square. A couple patches of grass were in the middle of the cobblestone, but now they were covered in snow. The central fountain spewed water, warm it seemed by the steam flowing off of it. A clock with Roman numerals clicked on top of it, made of the same brass. Océan sat on one of the covered benches - explaining the lack of snow on them - and placed his sack next to him. It was a nice winter day, he thought to himself.
Boots crunching through the snow, Océan found his way to the city. Blasted pirates, deciding that they would go to some more "fun" city. He was a fan of Havønsberg, it was a nice city. Having to trek through the ice and snow was not a fun task, though. Assholes can't afford to fly at least a little closer to the city. Whatever. At least he was there now. He pulled his feet out of the snow and onto the cobblestone streets of the town. It always looked so nice in winter, with the frost lining the roofs and all the lamposts iced over. He smiled and looked around, absorbed in the scenery. There was a toy store filled with children over here, and a tavern close by. He laughed at the irony. The mothers probably take their kids to the toy store while the fathers have a drink.
After a while walking, with some stares, he found himself in the town square. Illuminated by a circle of lampposts, their little fires glowing brightly, some benches adorned the circular square. A couple patches of grass were in the middle of the cobblestone, but now they were covered in snow. The central fountain spewed water, warm it seemed by the steam flowing off of it. A clock with Roman numerals clicked on top of it, made of the same brass. Océan sat on one of the covered benches - explaining the lack of snow on them - and placed his sack next to him. It was a nice winter day, he thought to himself.