On the edge of the plains there are mountains. There is one mountain that is made fully of granite. But this is not mountain, it is a city. It is the last city, the mortal city, Firimar Tal. Here dwell the Kokiri, a struggling race who will soon fight for their lives. The City is great, beautiful limestone building mingled with gardens and trees that grow atop the city. As beautiful as it is, as much it seems to be designed as a home, it serves as a near impenetrable fortress. Its great walls stand in the way of any invader, its many iron gates serve as no weakness either, and so our Kokiri have an advantage despite their low numbers. Our heroes now approach the city, and head toward the gates.
The gate was wide, able to move entire legions in out at once, well guarded as well. Saria looked up atop the walls to see guards pacing along the walls. They wore golden helms with emerald crests, and long coat-like emerald tunics with silver chest-plate armor. The walls were at least fifty feet tall, ten thick and made of beautiful white granite. She stopped and stared in awe as she stepped in front of the gate. She never knew Kokiri held such power. Lossenisel turned around as the others walked through the gate.
“Come on Saria”, he said, Saria looked at him and then rushed forward catch up with the rest of the group. From there they each went their own ways. Galandrim and Legolas were guided off to a building where they could find accommodations a bit more suitable for larger people such as Hylians or Elves. Saria had become aware suddenly that this city was built by Kokiri with the help of dwarves. Though her kin weren’t too much smaller than Hylians, they were small enough that some things would need to be adjusted for Legolas and Galandrim, such as furniture. The Architecture of the place was rather staggering though. Each building had high ceilings, and were on the roofs had great and beautiful gardens. They proceeded into the upper city, through the busy streets of the city with its overhanging trees and gardens, and beautiful white-stone buildings.
They reached a large house on one of the side streets at the end of a large garden near the top of the city and Alagbor led them inside. They were in a small hall with a high ceiling and many windows. Alagbor ed them through a few other corridors. At one point Lossenisel, Nilalkar and Duradar broke off from the others and disappeared into another room. Saria followed Alagbor and Haelyon through another door. They were in a bed chamber now, lit by windows overlooking a street two stories below.

Alagbor turned around, This is your room Saria, there are some clean clothes in your wardrobe”, he said pointing to a large wooden armoire in the corner of the room. The room seemed fit for royalty. The walls were plastered and white and there was soft blue carpeting all across the floor. The room was lit by large windows on the east end of the room. They were adorned with blue and gold curtains that were tied back to allow sunlight in. There were many plants around the room as well as a few table, a great bed with blue and gold blankets, and almost everywhere Saria saw the Kokiris’ emblem.
“I suggest you get changed in something more distinguishing of your authority. We have a meeting soon”, Alagbor smiled, “I don’t think they would take to well of us attending dressed in travel outfits” Saria nodded, and Alagbor turned and left the room.
Saria dug through the wardrobe for something that appealed to her. It had some travel clothing in it, much like what Duradar had been wearing, all the formal looking clothes seemed to be dark green and maroon. Apparently those were the colors of the sage and clergy. She found a light tunic all maroon with a dark green vest with many ornate designs in white sewn onto it. She put it on and strapped her belt on over the shirt and vest and decided that it looked very nice.
A knock cam at the door and Duradar stepped in. He was dressed in a white undershirt like Alagbor’s and over that wore a maroon formal tunic, sort of like Alagbor’s also only it was not green.
“You look nice Saria, like a sage. You figured out the ranks alright then didn’t you?” He remarked.
“Actually I don’t know the first thing about them”, she responded raising an eyebrow.
Duradar motioned for her to follow him. They began walking down the hall from whence Saria had came.
“Well it isn’t very difficult to grasp. The Syla Dranium, or the clergy , is Green and Maroon. The royal family is gold and blue, the nobles of the Arcora are gold and green. The nobles of the Ohta Cora are green and silver, and the representatives and captains, like me, are Maroon and white. But this just applies when there is a formal event that calls for uniform. Other than that we mostly just dress in normal travel outfits like we were wearing before”, Duradar Explained. They met up with the others in the main hall of the building as he finished. Nilalkar was dressed in the same tunic as Alagbor and Haelyon, silver undershirts and green decorated tunics. The tunics themselves were short-sleeved so that the silver shirts could be seen. Lossenisel was dressed like Duradar, with the Maroon and white of the captains and division leaders. They continued up now towards the top of the city, to where the meeting of the Nobles was.
“Now for a time now we have been in a military crisis, when that happens the nobles of the Arcora usually subside their power to Ohta Cora, so that means usually military action is taken”, explained Alagbor, “Today though we are gathering both the Ohta Cora and Arcora for an urgent meeting. Among them will be daughter of the king, named Ellumiael, my brother Elegbor, my sister Nurburien and my son Alanol”, he continued looking straight ahead.