Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-11588669-20150716225613/@comment-11588669-20150901215010

The carts rumbled for a bit more before pausing, then starting again. IF the occupants looked outside, they'd see they were in the city. Many people were gawking, hissing, or getting ready to throw. Occasional priests were throwing crowds into religious frenzies, and in other areas merchants sold their goods.

Nox himself just let an emotionless façade slip over his features, seemingly enhancing the harshness of his features and pronouncement of his scars.

This was the Grand City, Aeleria, a place where dark creatures dare not tread. There was no separation of church and state: Indeed, they were one and the same, enforcing the laws of their gods through steel and soldier.

He absolutely hated this place.

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"...oh crap..." Echion murmured softly, glancing around. "This is not good..." The crowds were rowdy, and beginning to throw things at the cart. The warrior shifted, allowing his body to be hit by stones and fruit. The objects were deflected by his plate, not harming him in the slightest. It also had the benefit of blocking at least a few projectiles from hitting the other occupants.

"....great...."