The city itself is a spectacular creation of magic might. Tall buildings form the various academies and institutes that make the city famed. One of these large academies seems to be in the midst of phasing out of exisitance. You can see lots of folks surrounding the building casting enchantment after enchantment on it to little avail. Three large spires form the seats of power for the three Lords of Magic that make their home and rule over the city. It looks like several large groups of automatons patrol the surrounding country side, and it looks like a small group of them are escorting refugees into the city itself. Three large gates form all the ways in and out of the city, and after Air Control 12 contacts the flyer the group is directed to get in line behind three other flying vessles. An air ship of similiar design to the Morose, and two other TK flyers. You are directed towards a large tower, one of the highest in all of Dweomer. Large eagles and other birds flock arround you, and you land on a platform towards to the top. About fourty feet above is a leyline that barely touches the tippy top of the landing spire, it provides ample power to the flyer on its final approach.
A small weesle of a man flanked by two atamatons each about the size of a grackle tooth and looking like a slick metallic dragon come up to the flyer as you guys are getting out, ”Pip pop. Looks like one TK flyer, modified with a techno wizard particle beam cannon... Very suspect. One technowizard with strange staff, and a tail... Suspect. A headhunter with a red gauntlet, one of the legendary fists of the blazing iron gauntlet... Very suspect. Ahh a pretty boy with charismatic prism stealth suit. And rifle with a Tibetan prayer crystal...” He eyes Jude for a moment and raises his eye brow, ” Veeerrry suspect. From the start I pegged you as disreputable. 25,000 creds to dock for the day plus 10,000 credits for every day after.”
From a nearby platform getting out of one of the other TK flyers a centaur with many cybernetics, commonly called an Ixion, gets out of the custom seat. Cantrell immidiatly recognizes her as Lysandra. She yells accross the way, ” Common Aberdine, Thats robbery. About four times the usual fees.” She winks at Cantrell gathering her gear and clops down to join the group. She gives Cantrell a mock salute and then moves in for a hug. ” Nayda great to see you. I really owe you guys something fierce.” She shudders slightly recalling her time at the hands of Butcher the dog boy. ”Its good to be home, what brings you guys to Dweomer?”
The little weezle of a doc master holds out a cred chip scanner and hurmphs not liking being ignored or that the female Ixion was using his name, ”Strange bedfellows... Very suspect. We are in a bit of a crisis here so the fees are the fees... Pip pop what brings you trouble makers to town, an answer to the Lord’s call?” He seemed rather hopeful that the group was here to answer whatever call had been put out. His two autamatons hovering near seem to be air to air designed ones called called Ice Drakes.
Feel free to RP a bit here. I’ll get us to the tailor next week.