04-16-2018, 09:51 PM
Shantotto gazed up at the towering walls of Nippur, the coloration of the walls was seemingly reminiscent of an age bygone. At one time it seemed that the walls themselves glimmered in the overbearing sunlight. Even in the current state of disrepair Shantotto could see very intricate artwork carved into the walls. The actual city itself was appalling, the living state of the people was horrendous, barely clothed civilians wandered the streets carrying stone too and from their resting places. It was all too apparent that the people of Nippur had fallen upon hard times. In the distance Shantotto could see a towering palace, its milky colored walls stood out over the rest of the city's sandstone coloration. Shantotto could barely make out in the distance a large hospital. Thinking back to her messages with Banisher4lyfe she realized why such a structure was the only one in a state of good repair, the building was very important to the people here. She waddled along looking at each person she passed, the people seemed so downtrodden that even as she glanced at them she received only empty stares in return. She was very clearly needed by this city.
There were very few guards walking the broken down streets, more than once Shantotto had to move out the way to avoid stepping in human waste. She knew that the person, this “king” she was to seek out would more than likely be in the towering palace, so Shantotto made her way towards it. There were primes and other people carrying each other towards the hospital. “At least they assist each other, it would be a shame if no one lifted a hand to help their brother.” She muttered under her breath as she walked up the ramplike road leading to the palace, even the palace looked like it had seen better days as she got a closer look at it, the minarets were damaged, blocks were shattered as if struck by projectiles from siege weapons. “Hmmm” She though as she pulled her journal out and began to draw what she saw, quickly finishing and hiding it away once more. The more Shantotto saw of the people, the more inclined she was to help them. Those light brown eyes saw children standing, hungry, rib bones showing under their tattered shirts. Shantotto’s resolve was stronger than ever. Two guards and a door stood between her and the ruler of this domain as she strode up to the doorway, the guards opened the doors before her as the took her and sized her up. She was used to this, most meatheaded warriors had a tendency to do this to her, tho Shantotto knew she would have no issue destroying them down to a cellular level. The throne room before her was is just the same state as the rest of the city, if not worse, skeletons littered the floor as people rushed around cleaning the human remains up. The battle that had taken place here was clearly not forgotten be those still here. At the end of the long but tattered carpet was a raised dais where a blond haired man clad in gold armor and what she could easily interpret as a hundred yard stare sat upon a blocky shaped throne, behind him more glyphs were etched into the wall, crumbled and tarnished gold was easily visible as we're broken slabs of lapiz. There were several people, warriors of different kinds standing around him, some vying for his attention others seeming to be on the guard against apparent threats. Shantotto didn't have time to waste so she bypassed most of them and stood before the one clad in gold offering up a small phase of salutation. “Good day I say.”
There were very few guards walking the broken down streets, more than once Shantotto had to move out the way to avoid stepping in human waste. She knew that the person, this “king” she was to seek out would more than likely be in the towering palace, so Shantotto made her way towards it. There were primes and other people carrying each other towards the hospital. “At least they assist each other, it would be a shame if no one lifted a hand to help their brother.” She muttered under her breath as she walked up the ramplike road leading to the palace, even the palace looked like it had seen better days as she got a closer look at it, the minarets were damaged, blocks were shattered as if struck by projectiles from siege weapons. “Hmmm” She though as she pulled her journal out and began to draw what she saw, quickly finishing and hiding it away once more. The more Shantotto saw of the people, the more inclined she was to help them. Those light brown eyes saw children standing, hungry, rib bones showing under their tattered shirts. Shantotto’s resolve was stronger than ever. Two guards and a door stood between her and the ruler of this domain as she strode up to the doorway, the guards opened the doors before her as the took her and sized her up. She was used to this, most meatheaded warriors had a tendency to do this to her, tho Shantotto knew she would have no issue destroying them down to a cellular level. The throne room before her was is just the same state as the rest of the city, if not worse, skeletons littered the floor as people rushed around cleaning the human remains up. The battle that had taken place here was clearly not forgotten be those still here. At the end of the long but tattered carpet was a raised dais where a blond haired man clad in gold armor and what she could easily interpret as a hundred yard stare sat upon a blocky shaped throne, behind him more glyphs were etched into the wall, crumbled and tarnished gold was easily visible as we're broken slabs of lapiz. There were several people, warriors of different kinds standing around him, some vying for his attention others seeming to be on the guard against apparent threats. Shantotto didn't have time to waste so she bypassed most of them and stood before the one clad in gold offering up a small phase of salutation. “Good day I say.”