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The Greeting [23 Hispis 4385; Eigrach, Srineia]

Wicker seems to be reserved for buildings inside the city. The Mayor's pavilion is a small fortress actually, with a short wooden wall all around, and four archery-and-sorcery towers at the corners (each with three city guards), and a two-story central keep with a big flat roof that's suitable for even more archery and sorcery, or, in the most dire emergencies, a small picnic with visitors and monsters from Ketheria.

(And nothing has said "This is a foreign world-branch, and, indeed, a newly-colonized one" nearly so much as this pavilion. In Ketheria, a pavilion outside the city would probably have a strongpoint somewhere, but would be mostly devoted to, um, pavillioning. Monsters simply don't come that close to the city without being (a) noticed, (b) deterred, and/or (c) Vae. Srineia has no such tradition and mechanism of safety, and relies on more basic fortifications.)

This was lost on Vae.

"The we're all invited and all!" she warbled. "The grand and elegant entrance we shall make!" A leaf became a bridge of frozen kidneys, dyed alternating purple and orange, arching over the fortress walls. She surrounded it by a whirling tube of astringent winds, then a spiky sheath of magic-corroding owl feathers, then an honor guard of bats with blazing tails. "Oh, the I should make it beautiful too!" She added a decorative flourish of burning flowerpots fluttering around on burning butterfly wings, and another of rippling banners embroidered (unimpressively) with many, many candelabras.

A dozen city guards took aim at us with bows and mystic staves.

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The Greeting [23 Hispis 4385; Eigrach, Srineia]

Wicker seems to be reserved for buildings inside the city. The Mayor's pavilion is a small fortress actually, with a short wooden wall all around, and four archery-and-sorcery towers at the corners (each with three city guards), and a two-story central keep with a big flat roof that's suitable for even more archery and sorcery, or, in the most dire emergencies, a small picnic with visitors and monsters from Ketheria.

(And nothing has said "This is a foreign world-branch, and, indeed, a newly-colonized one" nearly so much as this pavilion. In Ketheria, a pavilion outside the city would probably have a strongpoint somewhere, but would be mostly devoted to, um, pavillioning. Monsters simply don't come that close to the city without being (a) noticed, (b) deterred, and/or (c) Vae. Srineia has no such tradition and mechanism of safety, and relies on more basic fortifications.)

This was lost on Vae.

"The we're all invited and all!" she warbled. "The grand and elegant entrance we shall make!" A leaf became a bridge of frozen kidneys, dyed alternating purple and orange, arching over the fortress walls. She surrounded it by a whirling tube of astringent winds, then a spiky sheath of magic-corroding owl feathers, then an honor guard of bats with blazing tails. "Oh, the I should make it beautiful too!" She added a decorative flourish of burning flowerpots fluttering around on burning butterfly wings, and another of rippling banners embroidered (unimpressively) with many, many candelabras.

A dozen city guards took aim at us with bows and mystic staves.

Off-Topic: Crowdsource Tarot reading for Sythyry

[I, Bard, had a minute to spare, so I decided to ask our Crowdsource Tarot for a reading for Sythyry. Here's what I got:

You asked: How should Sythyry deal with the current serving of Doom?

The Basis:
Gazebo, reversed
A gazebo stands unused in an open field, bedecked with flowers. A group of adventurers eye it warily, weapons drawn.
Meaning: Sometimes, the most unlikely things can end up biting you in the ass.

The Situation:
Fashion
An impossibly tall, thin woman wearing a featureless mask struts down a runway in a frilly lingerie ensemble, while camera flashes illuminate her.
Meaning: Present yourself in the way in which you want to be seen.

The Outcome:
Thunderstorm
A meadow has been parched lately, for the flowers and grass are wilting, but now the rain and lightning of a sudden thunderstorm are falling towards it. A couple are racing from their picnic blanket for the shelter of an elm tree, but the storm's lightning is also reaching for the elm.
Meaning: Solving your current problems hastily will bring still worse ones.

You may ask another question.

Reading from The Crowdsource Tarot.

Of course, I daresay Sythyry will still solve zir current problems hastily.]

Off-Topic: Crowdsource Tarot reading for Sythyry

[I, Bard, had a minute to spare, so I decided to ask our Crowdsource Tarot for a reading for Sythyry. Here's what I got:

You asked: How should Sythyry deal with the current serving of Doom?

The Basis:
Gazebo, reversed
A gazebo stands unused in an open field, bedecked with flowers. A group of adventurers eye it warily, weapons drawn.
Meaning: Sometimes, the most unlikely things can end up biting you in the ass.

The Situation:
Fashion
An impossibly tall, thin woman wearing a featureless mask struts down a runway in a frilly lingerie ensemble, while camera flashes illuminate her.
Meaning: Present yourself in the way in which you want to be seen.

The Outcome:
Thunderstorm
A meadow has been parched lately, for the flowers and grass are wilting, but now the rain and lightning of a sudden thunderstorm are falling towards it. A couple are racing from their picnic blanket for the shelter of an elm tree, but the storm's lightning is also reaching for the elm.
Meaning: Solving your current problems hastily will bring still worse ones.

You may ask another question.

Reading from The Crowdsource Tarot.

Of course, I daresay Sythyry will still solve zir current problems hastily.]