alliria

"Shove off!"came the rude reply. The mage simply shrugged in response after bumping shoulders with the stranger. Alliria was as friendly as always. Too many people focused on making their coin. Manners were a tertiary concern at best. Serce couldn't fault them as he was somewhat in a rush...

A scant mile from Alliria proper, the road was wide and welcoming, well maintained to afford ease of passage the various merchants, mercenaries, citizens and ne'er-do-wells that found themselves upon the path to and from the city proper. The sky yielded a brilliant blue which had just shifted...

Casio sucked in the midnight air: autumnal smoke from hearthfires spread across the residences, oil and murk of mudflats about the scattered canals, hints of sweat and laborers' toils. It smelled of Alliria. The simple pleasures of home. A matter of weeks had separated him from the city...

Karnage was stroking the neck of the turkey with his large gray, leathery hands, being as careful as he could be to not hurt it. The big bird was afraid, and rightfully so, having almost died. “Give me back my bird.” A man demanded, pointing his cleaver at the broad shouldered shark-man...

Miz'ri awoke early, the tiny room she shared with Sig still dark as an abyss. She tossed off the large woolen cloak she called a blanket (stolen off a random clothesline after Rook made her assist Giibi with a laundry job) and stood up off the thin mat that was their bed with a yawn. By the...

There were too many people. The thought kept circling her mind over and over as the days wore on. She did not know how much more she could stand of this crowded place, so far from the wild lands that she preferred. The only benefit to being in the city was the fact that she was mostly...

Gwen remembered verry little of the past few months. In all honesty from what she could recall...It was probably for the best. Pain.. Screams.. The voices.. By the abyss the.. She faded back out of consciousness. By her bed Cleo sighed. Dutifully attending to anything her mistresses fit...

The sun had yet to even rise but Rook was already up. Sleep was a right only allowed to Sig. For Rook it was a privilege and one he had given up when accepting that job for Warren. His working gloves on his hands. His only tunic left after giving the other to Tehi the day before on. His good...

The snap of reins was lost to the noise of the crowd. Even so late, Alliria never really slept. Sky alight with thousands of stars and moons absent, the streets were thronged with the many and varied people that called this place their home. Myriad travelers passing on their way through to...

Salty spray splattered Rook's face. The boat rocked under him as the dawn slowly crept up into the sky. His gloved hands yanking the large fishing net up along with the others out of the waves. He hated this sensation. The wet movement. It reminded him of the Shallows. How every board stepped on...

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...