You walk out of the well-lit, peacefully cool and air-conditioned comfort of the Soltaria hotel, Immediately your hit by a blase of hot air from the street.
The different is astounding as you step out onto the road breaking into a slight sweat as you walk down the street into the hustle and bustle of the Capital city.
As you round the corner you walk past two sundry shops. The smell emanating from them tingles your nose, The mixture of onion, garlic, dried fish, pepper and spices making for a potent combination.
You hold your breath as you quickly pass them likely wondering how in Soltaria the people that work in those shops can stand the smell, but figure they are used it.
Many people pass you along the roads, both sides of the street teeming with people, It's about one o'clock in the afternoon, Many workers taking breaks for lunch, others heading to Soltaria's shopping districts, The people around you are all different sorts and sizes from the lowly beggar wearing ripped clothes to that handsome lawyer in an expensive suit.
The street had been made one-way some time ago to cater for the ever increasing traffic volume. Lunch hour finds the street uncrossable. you want to cross to the other side as your destination is near, looking at the traffic. One look tells you that it is too dangerous to do so. The cars and motorcycles are moving at considerable speeds and they do not seem to be in the mood to make way for any pedestrian. you decide to cross the street via the lights-controlled crossing down the street.
On you way towards the crossing you pass many other shops. They were mainly shops selling clothes, shoes and watches. Near the crossing is a supermarket. Throngs of people can be seen at the entrance. A beggar sits on the steps, arms outstretched, eyes leading for alms. Will you help the poor man and donate a few coins? or are you heartless and care only for your own benefit.
Reaching the crossing. The lights are red, so you wait with a group of people. Cars speed by sending their obnoxious fumes into the waiting people. However no one flinches. A bit of smoke is not going to prevent anyone from crossing the street.
Presently the cars screech to a halt behind the white lines across the road except for one that makes a dash past even though the lights have changed to red for him. Some pedestrians shake their fists, but no one is hit. The pedestrians are too seasoned to trust the traffic lights completely.
you cross briskly with the group to the other side. The group from the other side cross over to our previous side.
Once across you make a bee-line for the Registration office, A large complex full of posters and bounty boards. You see many people waiting outside, clutching flyers and weapons in their efforts to get inside to see the people that decide all of the registered adventurers in Soltaria, bounties and quests being the most profitable source of income if your willing to take the risk.
Pushing through the crowd you enter the building you have an appointment and tardiness isn't tolerated, walking over to the registration desk you present your name and the secretary shepherds you into a private elevator, As you step inside it plummets straight down until a loud ding is heard and the door opens, the other side? The office of the overlords, The men and women who decide your fate.
TL:DR? Then you shoudn't be roleplaying! :P
The different is astounding as you step out onto the road breaking into a slight sweat as you walk down the street into the hustle and bustle of the Capital city.
As you round the corner you walk past two sundry shops. The smell emanating from them tingles your nose, The mixture of onion, garlic, dried fish, pepper and spices making for a potent combination.
You hold your breath as you quickly pass them likely wondering how in Soltaria the people that work in those shops can stand the smell, but figure they are used it.
Many people pass you along the roads, both sides of the street teeming with people, It's about one o'clock in the afternoon, Many workers taking breaks for lunch, others heading to Soltaria's shopping districts, The people around you are all different sorts and sizes from the lowly beggar wearing ripped clothes to that handsome lawyer in an expensive suit.
The street had been made one-way some time ago to cater for the ever increasing traffic volume. Lunch hour finds the street uncrossable. you want to cross to the other side as your destination is near, looking at the traffic. One look tells you that it is too dangerous to do so. The cars and motorcycles are moving at considerable speeds and they do not seem to be in the mood to make way for any pedestrian. you decide to cross the street via the lights-controlled crossing down the street.
On you way towards the crossing you pass many other shops. They were mainly shops selling clothes, shoes and watches. Near the crossing is a supermarket. Throngs of people can be seen at the entrance. A beggar sits on the steps, arms outstretched, eyes leading for alms. Will you help the poor man and donate a few coins? or are you heartless and care only for your own benefit.
Reaching the crossing. The lights are red, so you wait with a group of people. Cars speed by sending their obnoxious fumes into the waiting people. However no one flinches. A bit of smoke is not going to prevent anyone from crossing the street.
Presently the cars screech to a halt behind the white lines across the road except for one that makes a dash past even though the lights have changed to red for him. Some pedestrians shake their fists, but no one is hit. The pedestrians are too seasoned to trust the traffic lights completely.
you cross briskly with the group to the other side. The group from the other side cross over to our previous side.
Once across you make a bee-line for the Registration office, A large complex full of posters and bounty boards. You see many people waiting outside, clutching flyers and weapons in their efforts to get inside to see the people that decide all of the registered adventurers in Soltaria, bounties and quests being the most profitable source of income if your willing to take the risk.
Pushing through the crowd you enter the building you have an appointment and tardiness isn't tolerated, walking over to the registration desk you present your name and the secretary shepherds you into a private elevator, As you step inside it plummets straight down until a loud ding is heard and the door opens, the other side? The office of the overlords, The men and women who decide your fate.
TL:DR? Then you shoudn't be roleplaying! :P