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beeseeingyou) wrote2014-09-09 05:06 pm
beeseeingyou) wrote2014-09-09 05:06 pm
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[ Whether you're a sudden visitor or a long-time resident, the wind gets bone-chilly in the outer regions of Amberground, where the capital's artifical sun barely shines its rays; most people eking a living there know to stay bundled up, though the same can't be said for sudden visitors.
Maybe you're wandering through the vast badlands, where rock formations sometimes tower like skyscrapers, and rickety bridges stretch across chasms. Mostly uninhabited, though there's little lizardy critters to be seen or heard, if you're keen enough, and always the chance of stumbling across-- or stumbling into-- the giant mechanical-looking insects that prowl the cliffs and soil, looking for unwary hearts.
Or maybe you're passing through one of the little villages or towns that dot the region, some bustling with peddlers and merchants hawking baskets of geothermally-grown produce along the main street. Carts drawn by land birds and beasts, some odder than others (is that a rhino?) are hitched to posts, and if you're in luck there might be a public carriage you could hitch a ride on to your next destination.
Other places are quieter, more ragged settlements; the old and weather-worn buildings seem to amplify the wind in the streets. You can feel hungry eyes watching you from shadowed alleys and windows, from the lone vagrant huddled up by the side of the road.
Regardless of where you are, no matter how far, there just might be a delivery finding its way to you. ]
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[ Whether you're a sudden visitor or a long-time resident, the wind gets bone-chilly in the outer regions of Amberground, where the capital's artifical sun barely shines its rays; most people eking a living there know to stay bundled up, though the same can't be said for sudden visitors.
Maybe you're wandering through the vast badlands, where rock formations sometimes tower like skyscrapers, and rickety bridges stretch across chasms. Mostly uninhabited, though there's little lizardy critters to be seen or heard, if you're keen enough, and always the chance of stumbling across-- or stumbling into-- the giant mechanical-looking insects that prowl the cliffs and soil, looking for unwary hearts.
Or maybe you're passing through one of the little villages or towns that dot the region, some bustling with peddlers and merchants hawking baskets of geothermally-grown produce along the main street. Carts drawn by land birds and beasts, some odder than others (is that a rhino?) are hitched to posts, and if you're in luck there might be a public carriage you could hitch a ride on to your next destination.
Other places are quieter, more ragged settlements; the old and weather-worn buildings seem to amplify the wind in the streets. You can feel hungry eyes watching you from shadowed alleys and windows, from the lone vagrant huddled up by the side of the road.
Regardless of where you are, no matter how far, there just might be a delivery finding its way to you. ]