alliria

An unfolded letter sits on the messy desk of Mardu Mancino, Sergeant of the Allirian City Guard. Read once and tossed aside. The man himself paces at the window, looking down upon the rainy streets below, thoughts elsewhere. The letter reads: Sergeant -- The Council has approved your...

Alliria, The Outer City, Silver District... This was the thirteenth victim. Left same as the last. To hang by hook. Parts butchered. Stitched back together. Wrong. Twisted. Too neat. Harvested. Eyes, ears, tongue and nose. Teeth left to grin. "Another husk," "Another husk..."...

To say Charity was nervous would be a grave understatement. Tonight, for the first time, her girlfriend Dianna was coming over for a visit. And it was a sleepover no less. When was the last time she had a woman stay overnight that wasn't just a one night stand? Charity wondered. Did her sisters...

In the Shallows of Alliria there had stood for decades a public house of healing, run by a long line of witches whose sole focus was on aiding the poor and underserved of the district. It had been a wooden home on a stone foundation, always threatening to sink into the mire, accessible by the...

The sprawling streets of Alliria were confusing to many, and only the adept would be able to get to where Syrenia was standing. The dingy room was not much, but to her it was the most beautiful thing in the world. The cafe was something she had worked towards for a large part of 5 years. It...

Another week, another bloody scene found by the town guard. The first two left no trace of the killer nor the victims, only more blood than a man could lose and still be called a "survivor" and often little else. Initially some with more superstitious inclinations claimed there to be a ghost, or...

It was almost midnight in the Shallows, and the air was thick with an obscuring mist that was wet to the touch. The atmosphere was cold and clammy. The countless wooden walkways and docks were slick and damp. Laterns glowed in the grey darkness like fairy lights, and the fog of the place...

Location: [ Alliria ] Inner City A rhythmic sound echoed through the streets of Alliria—the sound of metal clashing against the stone pavement. His boots were heavy and slightly rusted, tarnished by mud. Baldur wore a large silver cloak, made with a mix of fur and cotton, etched with the...

It was a hot and humid summer day in the market of the Alliran slums. What pockets of shade there was were crowded with middle-class peddler and low-born beggar alike, made more tolerant of each other in their sweltering suffering as they sought any refuge from the noon's endless heat. Farmers...

Oh, how Elle hated cities. She'd traded her peaceful home in the Falwood for the busy streets and chattering mouths of the Allirian city, where her ears had never felt quite so delicate before, and the sun had never felt quite so harsh compared to the comforting canopy of her familiar woodland...

Alliria: The Outer District, Night Market Blue stone and orange flame as far as the eye could see, and a sky grey with smoke and with hardly a star. It had been some days now since Hector had arrived in the great city. Days under Syr Marta's guidance. Following whatever leads they could. But...

He'd stood before the Allirian Council, his energy radiating like a second sun in the Allir Keep. When the corpses of the little girls from the slums were shown to him, it compelled him to act. Despite his body being weak from previous use, Quintus had stood before his peers in the armor of his...

His mouth was dry. It had been less than a year since Lamik had left home. Less than a year since he had left Fal'Raheal for the first time. He had expected something big, something impressive. He had seen the illustrations and heard the descriptions from merchants and travelers. But this...

Iskandar Estate: Alliria - Main Hall It was such a different thing, Petrus thought, to hold court and receive foreign dignitaries than it was to hold his more... personal gatherings. In one sense it made him feel powerful, deservedly so, but on the other a small part of him wondered if all...

Character profile for Askeladden

He looked up at the ceiling, watching the flickering shadows from the sole candle on the table. He never very much liked it when he was called down by Inspector Acevedo. It was always risky business, not just because the assignment given to Sig was always the sort that was hard to not die from...

Normally it was Marcus that would handle these business dealings. Felix Urahil had been putting Amell Quillon to work while he recovered in Vel Anir, but everything had been local. Dealing with the Great Houses, making appearances within certain military sectors, and dealing with the unsavory...

The Order of Metisa – Alliria The Order of Metisa located in Alliria remained an odd organization throughout the years. In a way, it functioned as a large source of knowledge to the wider world – similar to a library. Yet unlike a library, few pages and books could be found in the Order’s...

"Lechies." "...mph." "Lechies, we've arrived." Juliote's voice drifted into her ears, gently peeling the veneer of sleep away from Lechies's consciousness. She opened her eyes, awareness strengthening with every blink. The carriage had stopped. Their journey away from Damelin's estate was...

The worst of winter was over, at least. It was not precisely her favored season, even though the cold really had little effect on her slight frame. Here in the eastern reaches of Alliria, amid the city sprawl, she was least at home with the season. The scents of the marshes were muted by the...