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 The City of Haven
« Thread Started on May 30, 2008, 2:41am »

Welcome to Haven, the safe-city nestled between the warring regions. All races are welcome here, and any outward display of racism is punishable by death.

The citizens of Haven are in perfect peace, celebrating their differences despite the terrible war. None of its residents are homeless, or wanting for any necessity to live.

Haven is home to the Great Zathryn Temple, as well as many shops; there are two rings in Haven:
  • The Upper Ring - home to the wealthier residents of Haven, and the center of the Haven government.
      
  • The Lower Ring - home to the lower-class residents of Haven, many shops, and the Great Zathryn Temple.
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"So, when did you start getting into prayer?"

"Since I realized somebody's gotta like me, and maybe that somebody's up there." Lokust gestured towards the sky with his right index finger, though Viron did not find his curiosity settled. Lokust was by no means a man of religious background, having been raised on an objectivist farm, but Viron knew not the motive behind the desire to prayer. It wasn't that Lokust sought divine providence, he simply sought the vigil of the Gods and Goddesses above. He wanted a safe journey, not a sign, not a gift, but simply to know that if the way proves hazardous, he did his best. Blaming the celestials wasn't necessarily the way to go about things, he had been taught, and Lokust didn't find himself the type to sling blame about liberally in order to absolve himself. Oh no, Lokust knew when things were his fault or not - though inversely, he had a strange concept of what could even be considered 'fault.'

But Lokust did not occupy himself with such trivial subjects, mentally, for he knew himself well enough that considering it was but a waste of time. When he had been given the message to head to Rukka, it came as a surprise particularly due to its timing. He didn't quite think anyone from Taidra even knew he existed, since he was raised on a farm and had never been to the capital. Moreover, he wasn't sure how the messenger found him - for one, he was under the identity of Lokust the Red, not Zabasaz Volgarius, and since Lokust the Red technically didn't exist in Taidra, how would they have found him? Either they had caught wind of his rising reputation in the underground fighting culture of Haven, or they had tracked him through Viron, which seemed more viable if the messenger wasn't from Taidra, but he was. To top it all off, Lokust wasn't even in Haven when the messenger tracked him down, he was in an outlying nomad encampment in the prairies west of the great city!

Truly these Taidran folks were not to be underestimated, and so he thought it wise to see what they wanted if they were going to such lengths to locate him. With the maps and letters rolled up and contained in his bracer cylinders, he journeyed to Haven to gather provisions, make his prayers, and of course...

"Viron, I want to go alone."

"What," Viron inquired, as if he could not have possibly heard such a thing. He and his brother had never parted ways, even if it was inconvenient for him just about every time to follow Lokust's reckless trail of woe and conflict.

"To Rukka. I want to go alone. I've pulled you away from a possible living and a possible family too many times, brother. You stay in Haven and become somebody, do something with your life. We'll see each other again, I promise. But I can't drag you along and bring you down anymore. So please, stay here and hold down a fort or something."

"I don't know about that," Viron rebutted, but it was clear Lokust would have none of it. He was stubborn as a mule, and about as short-tempered and strong, so there was no point in resisting when all it would do is cause a minor slow down.

"Alright, brother, I understand." Viron lowered his head. He was happy that he could maintain a lifestyle, sad that they were to part ways, but impressed - impressed that his brother had made a choice that took such strength and passion. "I'll go with you into the Temple."

And there it was, the Great Zathryn Temple in all its enrapturing glory. A gigantic structure of marble and granite adorned with jewels and brilliant engravings, murals depicting all sorts of Zathryn legends centered around the Mother Goddess, Vyra. The structure was so large, it seemed as if it could simply have been the temple of giants, but no, it was filled with all manner of mortal men seeking salvation, guidance, or simply just a sign of the Light. Lokust and Viron stared with awe - they had seen it this close before, but never had sought its mercy and charity.

A couple of Holy men passed, wishing the two of them a blessed lifetime, to which Viron gave thanks, but Lokust seemed preoccupied by the sight of the temple itself.

Having ascended the first set of stairs, they began to ascend the second, into the inner public sanctum where the monument of the Gods and Goddesses were displayed and their prayers could be directed, with the Mother Goddess presiding the tallest above the rest.
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