alliria

Arturo Diaz de la Frontera had a strong preference to avoid his familial responsibilities. While some of it stemmed from an innate desire to be his own man and dislike of his family forcing him to follow in their footsteps, he had since decided his rebellious desires were for good reason. He...

Sam had a few notions of what a crack might be, but whether or not the boy was a crack in the system of societal expectations or an asscrack remained to be seen. Such a thing felt a bit premature to name for what was otherwise rather complex subject matter. Listen she did. When she was younger...

When morning came, Phelaia gathered up her cuudruu leather and cuudruu jerky, saving a slice to munch on while she packed up her camp, then stamped out what was left of her smoking fire. She walked over to Ketu and leaned up against his cheek, rubbing his softly rumbling neck with her arm...

The journey to Alliria had been troubled, to say the least. Heat and light, hunger and thirst, to say nothing of the Naga and the other dangerous lurking in the Ixchel Wilds and wherever else they had had to traverse to get to the city, had plagued Lady Nath'iarra. She had stolen enough fine...

(Instructions for both the speed dating and the blind dates in this thread. I have amended this in an attempt to accommodate additional signups. ) Instructions for Blind Date [The first round for blind dates has already been drawn. There was more interest than anticipated, so for any newcomers...

I figured I would also post this here, to includer the folks that don't look at the discord as much. I will be putting together a thread for 'blind dates' randomly selected from a pool. It's mostly just for the fun of it nothing too serious. Location won't really matter for this portion. But...

Lilette stood atop the old roof as she had grown accustomed to. All around she smelled the rot which clung to The Shallows, heard the gently lap of swamp water against boats whose passengers thought they went unnoticed in the dark. She saw all in the dark, heard all, with her sensitive ears...

Strange place, the surface-world. The sun was an enormous deadly ball in the sky that cooked things alive - and yet the Drow were the weird ones for staying away from it? Preposterous! There was even tales that some of the races on the surface enjoyed taking off all of their clothes and...

The was nearly to rise over the horizon. The gloom of Alliria was at it's darkest, The street lamps flickering out in anticipation of the coming sun. The hustle of the crowds since passed as most tucked themselves away for the night long ago. When most might have turned into their bed for the...

THE FIRST NIGHT The promise of something wonderful awaited. Kristen Pirian, alongside a retinue of Stormguard and Piriansworn men, had at last been informed by the driver of her carriage that they had just entered Alliria proper. Evening had just settled upon Arethil, and to the west ahead of...

The Tournament of Tides. One of the oldest and most time-honoured traditions of Alliria. The grinding gears of commerce demanded an ever growing increase of interest, of reputation, of transit and - perhaps most importantly - of coin. It practically flowed through its canals, rivers and strait...

The mansion in Tussel Square stood singular and aloof, surrounded by a distant ring of workshops. Orange lanterns burned like small furnaces, enchanted with continual flames, though their light seemed unable to penetrate the smog making the rounds with tar-black smoke belched out from hundreds...

A facet of life ne'er talked about when one possessed influence, eyes and ears throughout several civilizations was that this web could sometimes result in entirely novel, unexpected meetings taking place. Strands of fate bound and coiled in the web of his reach before being pulled, inexorably...

(OOC: The thread is open to all characters wanting to become members of Alliria's City Watch/Standing Military) The courtyard of Allir Keep yawned like a stone mouth, teeth of white masonry gleaming in the noon. The barracks doors stood flung wide, exhaling the breath of oiled leather and old...

The man who had appeared to Feyrith after her encounter with the cultists within the aqueduct had given her an invite to appear at the manor of House Iskandar within Alliria in two days time. Noting that this would be a meeting with the head of the House who would no doubt have a keen interest...

It was a miserable day. Grey light filtered through low clouds pouring out a dreary rain. Water ran through the gutters on the street and out of downspouts and off the eaves of rooves. A chill of the changing season hung in the air like an unwanted visitor. Sasha'niel walked the street with her...

The Debtor's Drink; Alliria The clamoring noise of the Debtor's Drink was either a warm, welcoming blanket of the vibrancy of life and leisure or a stifling, headache-inducing racket one could not escape quickly enough. For one particular Minstrel however it was a place firmly of the former...

The sky was ablaze in warm pink, and orange. The sun setting on the hazy smoky air of the streets of Alliria. Amongst those bustling about this evening there was a creature even pinker than the sunset sky. She had donned a black traveling cloak but it's practicality hardly dimmed the fuchsia...

The mage escort her patron sent to help her get to Alliria was not the talkative type. After using the portal stone near Elbion, they arrived in Allir shortly, but still had a carriage ride to Lord Iskandar's estate. Not finding any conversation, Virdalia pulled the curtains of their carriage...

House Iskandar Villa; Alliria. One would never suspect a trap to be laid in the most opulent of locales, a gilded cage, a spider web spun of the finest silk. Fit to lure and trap the most confident of birds in it's alluring, some might say insidious, grasp. This was not the purpose of the...