Post by Rook on Aug 10, 2008 23:37:57 GMT -5
The gates of St. Lucent (or simply 'the gates' as the locals call them)-- are blessedly more for the purpose of keeping things out than in, the secluded location of the city, almost entirely surrounded by water, makes it difficult to get to at leisure, even with newer technology because the air currents are so treacherous for inexperienced or foolhardy pilots.
Outside the gates a tiny strip of brush exists and then a straight drop down to the Teagan Sea below, the gates open and close to provide access to trade ships, caravan gliders and low-flying hovercrafts.
The gates themselves are a national source of interest. Saint Dwight Lucent himself spent his entire life time having these gates built for specific, mysterious, purposes, giving the metropolis it's namesake.
His motivation was unclear, but his skill was unquestionable enough, for the gates are clockwork run, and perhaps a little supernatural. They always open at nearly the exact time a newcomer arrives and for all aesthetic purposes, on their own accord, (that is, unless they don’t want to). Local legends only give these rumors more breeding ground to thrive, and thrive they do.
Gargoyles and other stone guardians peek down malevolently perched on the side of the walk that connects with the bullet train that weaves through the rest of the city. The wall is as wide as it is long (it circles and twists like a dragon coiled around a heap of treasure, all around the island).
It is a popular spot for tourists, joggers, young skyboarders as well as general inhabitants and there is more than one cafe comfortably nestled at these perilous heights.
Outside the gates a tiny strip of brush exists and then a straight drop down to the Teagan Sea below, the gates open and close to provide access to trade ships, caravan gliders and low-flying hovercrafts.
The gates themselves are a national source of interest. Saint Dwight Lucent himself spent his entire life time having these gates built for specific, mysterious, purposes, giving the metropolis it's namesake.
His motivation was unclear, but his skill was unquestionable enough, for the gates are clockwork run, and perhaps a little supernatural. They always open at nearly the exact time a newcomer arrives and for all aesthetic purposes, on their own accord, (that is, unless they don’t want to). Local legends only give these rumors more breeding ground to thrive, and thrive they do.
Gargoyles and other stone guardians peek down malevolently perched on the side of the walk that connects with the bullet train that weaves through the rest of the city. The wall is as wide as it is long (it circles and twists like a dragon coiled around a heap of treasure, all around the island).
It is a popular spot for tourists, joggers, young skyboarders as well as general inhabitants and there is more than one cafe comfortably nestled at these perilous heights.
