Port Corinth
Cinnagar
If Coruscant was silver, Teta was gold. Gold and brick. Green marble and polished white stone. Durasteel threaded through and a checkered Turkish Arch. The old meets the new. The old world is reborn. Woven together by the cultural mind to create something truly and marvelously fantastic. This was Cinnagar. Tall white castles, green fields, and a taste for authentic architecture. A core world of wealth and power. And trade.
Trade was the life blood of the people. The lifestyle of Port Corinth, Cinnagar. It was a white city. Built off the coast and just into the gentle sea. A white city that rested easily on the red stone that spired forth from the blue ocean. Hard stone. Solid stone. Rugged and tough. Shouldered easily beneath the cool shade of the great white city above. A majestic castle. A majestic view. And, with even more fanciful and majestic transportation.
Boats. Not the air speeders or the seldom noted flying freighters. No. Terrestrial mounts. Ocean ferries. Ships of all kinds. Some with white sails and others with chrome bows. Beautiful and tall. Lining the outer-most docks with a whole cities-worth of trade and transport. Surrounding the white castles with wealth and with pride. And it was here that our story begins. Underneath the white canvas sails of the mighty sailing ships of the present...
"...Shauna! Ha ha! Hey girl! Look who's arrived!"
"Testimony! Hey! Welcome welcome. Oh my gosh! It is so good to see you. Come here and give me a hug."
The two women leapt up the gangway into a happy embrace. Tightly squeezing one another amidst the bright afternoon bustle of day.
"Oh my gosh. Just look at you. Welcome cousin. Welcome to Teta."
"And you Shauna! Hehe. My goodness. Look at you. Every bit the adventurer already."
Adventurer was right. But for which one? Testimony Jones stood in awe. Clothed in her white garments and fashioned with a songsteel blade at her side. A beautiful and virtuous warrior woman. Shauna Fritz, her cousin, beaming a smile in return. Shifting her strong red leather hips in youthful style. She tugged at the gun-harness across her chest and jostled the rifle against her back. Letting her short blonde hair flutter in the breeze. A natural soldier and beauty. Ah yes. Adventurers indeed.
"...Who is this young man you've brought with you Testimony? I don't remember you joining the Jedi with a young male in tow?"
"Oh this is Jacen, cousin. Jacen! Jacen! Leave that poor horse alone and come over here. Meet Shauna. The women I've been telling you about."
"Coming!" He shouted over the din of the sea-side stalls.
Jacen Truth was near the age of Testimony. A Jedi completely, but a fashionable traveler. Brown and red leathers with metal cuffed accessories. He was more of a Librarian than a warrior. And that showed as he hazarded to push through the crowd. His brown hair ducking and dodging after him.
"Shauna. This is Jacen Truth. My assistant."
"Hello Jacen. I'm Shauna. And I'll be your Guild contact for the space of our adventure."
"Wonderful to meet you Shauna. Jacen Truth. At your service."
They shook hands and were introduced. Escaping the gangplank and retreating to the shade of the nearby Port Commons.
"Well. I should thank you two for coming. It's not often we get real Adepts joining the Guild. I expect your first assignment will go smoothly. Here. Let's stop in at Thomas' and see who else showed up for the Hunting Gig. With any luck? There are still a few fighters out there looking to make some coin."
The happy trio ducked into a spacous and jovial sea-side tavern for a moment. The Windy Still. A Hub of the sea-side lifestyle. After all? Their adventure was about to begin.
Cinnagar
If Coruscant was silver, Teta was gold. Gold and brick. Green marble and polished white stone. Durasteel threaded through and a checkered Turkish Arch. The old meets the new. The old world is reborn. Woven together by the cultural mind to create something truly and marvelously fantastic. This was Cinnagar. Tall white castles, green fields, and a taste for authentic architecture. A core world of wealth and power. And trade.
Trade was the life blood of the people. The lifestyle of Port Corinth, Cinnagar. It was a white city. Built off the coast and just into the gentle sea. A white city that rested easily on the red stone that spired forth from the blue ocean. Hard stone. Solid stone. Rugged and tough. Shouldered easily beneath the cool shade of the great white city above. A majestic castle. A majestic view. And, with even more fanciful and majestic transportation.
Boats. Not the air speeders or the seldom noted flying freighters. No. Terrestrial mounts. Ocean ferries. Ships of all kinds. Some with white sails and others with chrome bows. Beautiful and tall. Lining the outer-most docks with a whole cities-worth of trade and transport. Surrounding the white castles with wealth and with pride. And it was here that our story begins. Underneath the white canvas sails of the mighty sailing ships of the present...
"...Shauna! Ha ha! Hey girl! Look who's arrived!"
"Testimony! Hey! Welcome welcome. Oh my gosh! It is so good to see you. Come here and give me a hug."
The two women leapt up the gangway into a happy embrace. Tightly squeezing one another amidst the bright afternoon bustle of day.
"Oh my gosh. Just look at you. Welcome cousin. Welcome to Teta."
"And you Shauna! Hehe. My goodness. Look at you. Every bit the adventurer already."
Adventurer was right. But for which one? Testimony Jones stood in awe. Clothed in her white garments and fashioned with a songsteel blade at her side. A beautiful and virtuous warrior woman. Shauna Fritz, her cousin, beaming a smile in return. Shifting her strong red leather hips in youthful style. She tugged at the gun-harness across her chest and jostled the rifle against her back. Letting her short blonde hair flutter in the breeze. A natural soldier and beauty. Ah yes. Adventurers indeed.
"...Who is this young man you've brought with you Testimony? I don't remember you joining the Jedi with a young male in tow?"
"Oh this is Jacen, cousin. Jacen! Jacen! Leave that poor horse alone and come over here. Meet Shauna. The women I've been telling you about."
"Coming!" He shouted over the din of the sea-side stalls.
Jacen Truth was near the age of Testimony. A Jedi completely, but a fashionable traveler. Brown and red leathers with metal cuffed accessories. He was more of a Librarian than a warrior. And that showed as he hazarded to push through the crowd. His brown hair ducking and dodging after him.
"Shauna. This is Jacen Truth. My assistant."
"Hello Jacen. I'm Shauna. And I'll be your Guild contact for the space of our adventure."
"Wonderful to meet you Shauna. Jacen Truth. At your service."
They shook hands and were introduced. Escaping the gangplank and retreating to the shade of the nearby Port Commons.
"Well. I should thank you two for coming. It's not often we get real Adepts joining the Guild. I expect your first assignment will go smoothly. Here. Let's stop in at Thomas' and see who else showed up for the Hunting Gig. With any luck? There are still a few fighters out there looking to make some coin."
The happy trio ducked into a spacous and jovial sea-side tavern for a moment. The Windy Still. A Hub of the sea-side lifestyle. After all? Their adventure was about to begin.