The Town of Xera

[Rosalyn]

The Town of Xera

Type: Capital
Day: Warm/Sunny/Clear skies
Night: Tepid/Cool/Clear skies

The bustling town of Xera is the center of the world Xeraldia. In other words, its capital. It is the most popular of the cities and towns for its festivities and golden opportunities.

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Parts of Xera

• Town Square:
  The main region of the city, often this is where festivals are held. On normal days, it serves as a sort of marketplace - stands set up around the outer edges of the square. They sell anything from food to weapons and even to clothing and souvenirs. It's enjoyable if you wish to do some shopping. Some stands, however, like to try and pull scams so do be careful. At the very center of the town square is a fountain.
  
  
• The Tavern:
  Down one of the streets branching directly from the town square is a tavern. It has two floors for socializing and then a basement below where all the kegs and bottles of drinks are stored. If you're up for it, not only can you get drinks but you can get meals as well.
  
  
• The Inn:
  Right next door to the tavern is an inn. Both a blessing and a curse - if you're drunk, you can find shelter at the inn for the night. But also if you are looking for some peace and quiet at the inn, it's usually better to go to the other well known inn in town as the tavern can get quite noisy. Doesn't help that the two buildings share a wall.
  
  
• The Haven:
  Also an inn, further into town. It resides in a more secluded neighborhood, but is also more costly for its services.
  
  
• The Town Park:
  At the far end of the city, there is a good sized park. With regions of patched grass and trees, there is a small bridge that crosses over a creek to the other side of the park's territory - this side is lined with trees nearing the back.
  
  

[Rosalyn]

((OOC: Test.))

Meri staggered into the middle of the town square awkwardly, tugging at the bottom of her skirt to straighten out its rumpled layers. She had really done it, now - she was so dreadfully lost! The town's natives walked all around her, paying her no mind - busy with their own lives. Should she stop someone and ask them directions?

"Excuse me, sir? Madam? Someone?"


Her voice is much too faint to catch anyone's attention, her cheeks turn red from the embarrassing effort. Oh how dreadful, indeed. Eventually, she just finds herself standing still and staring at her dusty shoes.