Cair Niall
From Zangshin
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Cair Niall
The Bladesinger Guild Hall
Outside the Main Door
The air is more or less still here, the musky scent of decaying leaves rises as you tread on the unkempt paths of the gardens. An ancient oak looms above you, its gargantuan boughs reach over most of the Guildhall, lending a slightly melancholy air to the already overgrown area. The iron doors of the hall are wide open, the trilling laughs of novices playing at war echo eerily through the dark threshold. A tarnished plaque underneath an empty plinth reads 'As long as I breathe, I hope'.
The Market
A Bubbling Fountain at the End of Aiuni Walk
A cracked fountain marks the end of Aiuni Walk, gurgling happily, and occasionally sending forth a quick jet of water, startling the white fish that poplate its algaed depths. A small girl sits on the fountain's edge, periodically prodding the murky waters wth a stick,
The Eithne Archives
The Old Plaza
Though a busy thouroughfare, people on their way about tend to hurry their paces when passing through this square. Set upon an ornate stone plinth, is a statue of warrior woman and a slain Gryphon, her noble eyes are filled with such misery, you wonder why such a melancholy scene was chosen for such a central part of the city. An illegible plaque is fixed to the plinth, bearing a verse of some sort.
- heavily weathered and decayed, this plaque is most definitly unreadable.
- Statue: The sharp eyes of Blaithin Y'Muirne, the Bladesinger, gaze bitterly at some faraway mark, and her longsword points to the ever-shining Gale Star. She kneels before her slain steed, Ionhar, last of the Ailín Gryphons.
The Eyrie Inn
A Sheltered Balcony
A high iron trellis gnarled with wisteria blocks your view of the path that led you here, drawing your attention to the breathtaking view of the moors, a rippling sea of hardy purple heather stretching out to edges of the harsh, but hauntingly beautiful lands of Sharra. Occasionally the wind whistles shrilly through the bars of the trellis, giving the more of the nervous guests a jump.
The Ancestral Muirne Estate
An Overgrown Garden
A Windswept Vantage Point Overlooking the Sea
Your hair whips about violently as the unrelenting north wind blasts you, drowning out the crashing of the waves below to a distant thunder, and droning painfully in your ears. The northernmost walls have all but crumbled, and you are suddenly very aware of the dizzying height.
