alliria

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...

A dingy tavern like many that litter the docks, A Woman standing arms crossed with a contemplative expression, and a mostly empty notice board. White hair flowed over her shoulders in glimmering untangled strands. It was just about the only thing on her person that wasn't weathered and travel...

The prevalence of stone cobbled as it was gave Nuir a nostalgic feeling. So much of his travels had been wilds and forests. There was certainly nothing wrong with being surrounded in greenery. In his study of healing methods it often required delving into the thick of untamed nature. The best...

The night settled thick over Alliria, clinging to the spires and merchant houses like a velvet shroud. The stars above the River Allir blinked faintly through a gauze of low-hanging mist, while torches crackled atop the stone parapets of the Merchant’s Gate. Beneath them, the cadence of armored...

Today was the day! Today was the day! Today. Was. The. Day! Charity was up and going before the first slivers of dawn breached the sky. The excitement bubbled out her as she washed her face in a basin. This was it! No more stealing petty trinkets! No more spying on no-name merchants! Today she...

Alliria could not charm Aristeia into loving the city. It was far too noisy and busy for her liking, but the gardens found in the home of Lord Bancroft had been tailored to see to Aristeia's needs for peace. She was most grateful that the Lord and Lady Bancroft were adamant on making her...

"Get those barrels unloaded now you slimy urchins!" Rook grunted as he helped heave another barrel of oil up from the bowels of the ship he had called home for months now. Crucial to the nightly activities of Alleria's merchants and scholars alike. The ship, like so many more, had set sail up...

She could very well do the job herself, but when it came to certain names in society, it was better to keep the suspicion far from herself and her family name as much as she could. To handle this personally would also be a mistake, for the rapture she would impose upon the guilty party would be...

Lorelei Darke Afanas, slightly disheartened by the redheaded woman's departure from the Blind Luck, decided to pursue her. He paid his tab in gold, not silver, for silver's touch was an anathema to his kind, and left the establishment mere seconds after Lorelei; his impressive bulk spilled...

The sea spray stung Tydeus’ face. This time of year the ocean seemed a frigid thing, a denizen of lurking demons and sudden storms. He waited on a remote dock in Alliria’s great harbor, the sole figure there this time of the morning. But not for long. A new ship came in, with a hull blacker...

Bruscilla’s Botanical was one of the most if not the most well stocked herbal markets Alliria had to offer. Bruscilla herself was a druid in times past, wandering with a conclave for many years before she was domesticated by exotic wines and lavish living quarters via a scandalous relationship...

Alliria had her hidden havens, some better kept than others, but the faith stayed the same. Undying. Devoted. Loyal. Believers. They all flocked to these holy crevices, they all whispered their prayers and asked for blessings. Some weeped, and some were silent. Alliria also had her unsavoury...

Cosimo wandered the back alley's cobblestones. Bodies jammed the main thoroughfares, he could hear the thronging mass. Feast days in Alliria did that, everyone standing on tiptoes to see the parade and the carnies. Blessed Pagiano's Day, though he couldn't for the life of him recall what Pagiano...

The wooden handcart creaked and thundered down the rickety stilted docks noisily, drawing the ire of sailors and brigands both. But the old priest pushing it paid them no mind. Reinlinde admired his dedication, even if she felt like it was folly. Father Gauzo had seldom pushed his cart as far...

The sky was that bluish-grey of a cool twilight on the threshold of Summer and Autumn. The sun still warming Alliria, but it was now all but peeking through the architecture of the city. What was- up until recent days- a warm embrace was now just a gentle stroke on Rignid's ruddy cheek as he...

Shouts and curses rang through the docks, a telltale sign a captain realized he had been swindled. Noemi smirked as she heard him call to his crew, as she had already pulled up the hood on her mantle and slipped into the crowd. She adjusted her pack on her shoulder as she dipped and dived...