Atmaros RPG
[Update Number Two] High fantasy sandbox RPG, live whatever life you want to.
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It was an early spring afternoon when arrived at the outskirts of one of the twin capital cities of the Imperium. Known as Galenholm, it was far less militaristic than the Imperium's other capital, Imperia. This made it a much more desirable destination, really.
- approached the city walls, only to be met with a pair of gate guards. The first guard to speak up took a step forward towards them. The guard didn't draw their weapon, but their posture suggested that they were alert and wary of . By the look of things, this guard was an Elven man, given his tall, lithe stature and long pointed ears that stuck out from behind their helmet. His slightly blue skin gave him away as being of the Lunae Clan.*
Halt, stranger. What business do you have here?Came his gruff voice. It was firm, but not necessarily unkind. The other guard, who was a Flosan woman, tilted her head to the side. This caused the colorful petals of her hair to lilt slightly. Flosans were a plant-based people, and this one in particular seemed to belong to the Spearhead Clan, judging by her appearance. Her green, leaf-like skin smelled faintly of lemongrass, even from where was standing. The Flosan's voice was gentler, but no less filled with a professional steel.
It's standard procedure for anyone coming in to Galenholm. No one gets in without stating their name, profession, and business.Her scrutinizing gaze trailed to 's, waiting for an answer.