alliria

Arisa sat at the bar, downing a glass of whiskey and mourning the loss of her husband. Or his disappearance, really. He wasn't coming back this time, and she knew it. Deep in her soul, she knew her love was gone, and she hated the feeling, hated being abandoned yet again. She turned to liquor to...

It was a dark, cloudy night, and it was a small Allirian town that Larewen approached. Small enough that she was toying with the idea of enslaving them--turning those she didn't kill in feeding to undead husks of their former selves. She pressed her tongue against the pointed canine of the right...

The night was dark and the moon was out, if it wasn't for the lit hearth and the small lanterns that lit the tavern Efelion might have actually been able to see the moonlight flood in. He was sitting in the corner of the Tavern on the waterfront of the grand trade city of Alliria. It was not a...

In the Inner City of Alliria, a lounge by the name of the Egret's Cove sits on stilts above the docks.True to its name, the white birds wade through the waters below the building, uncaring to the clamor inside. Therein, the city's most elite gather to discuss business and drink the night away in...

Never hurt to stock up before you abandoned your entire way of life for something that could get you killed. Maybe if the young mage had any sort of life skills, he'd know exactly what he needed. Rations, water, a map, that sort of thing. That is not what Raphael had learned in his twenty-four...

"Thank you for staying open, Mister Ingold. I am so sorry for keeping you." The well-dressed man sounded grateful, abashed, and awash with relief as he clutched a lustrous, moonlit bouquet. The large lilies glimmered with a pearlescent sheen and rested in a bed of white yarrow so pale the...

Wheels rolled through murky water, the scent redolent of human waste and the loss of hope. The 'van had wended its way through the edge of the uncivilized lands of the Savannah for weeks, stopping at every fly-blown village and trader's stop along the way. And every single minute of the journey...

ALLIRIA, OUTER CITY OUR QUEEN OF STARS CHAPEL Stop the massacre. That was the sole thought which coursed through Kristen's mind. This was why Aionus had placed her here in this humble Chapel in the Outer City of Alliria. This is what He wanted from her. To stand. To face true evil as it...

Gulliver had always been popular with the urchins. It didn't take a whole lot to get on their good sides, honestly. Some food, coin, and shoes offered freely here and there. A kind word or two. Don't snitch. Maybe help a few hide after they've pilfered some pockets. It likely helped that he...

"Hush, Iblis! Hush! Your lunch awaits you, but you can't just cry about it. You are bigger than this." said the little man, tone dripping with disappointment. The wiry thing, the visage of a brown Borzoi, sat in front of the desk tucked away behind many bookshelves, and stared temptingly up...

Four...maybe five years... Gods, had it really been that long? It seemed like just yesterday she had dropped baby Lucinda off with Gwen and Cleo before taking a short trip to Fal'Addas. Of course, she told no one where she was going. It would only be a couple of days. Well the days turned to...

Alliria - The Singing Seamstress Filth. Utterly. Disgusting. Horrid. Filth. The people of the overbright reminded him of garbage dumps back outside the Endless City. The sort of places goblins would scurry about and dig through in order to find one thing that might be a little more shiny and...

The Tower folk don't care much for the Shallows. Not unless they want something that the city guards won't normally let through. Funny thing is, the folk of the Shallows don't care much for the Tower folk either. The swampy town outside the city of Alliria sits on stilts for the most part...

"1-1-1...2." A meaty right hook slammed into the ribcage section of a wooden dummy, snapping the dummy in half. Damn, that was the third one today. He had only been at his workout for an hour. He would need to be more careful until the boys could get the next supply of practice dummies. It...

The Merchant Lords of House Vexion were esteemed within the City of Alliria and their wealth spoke to such a thing. Within the city, it was a common thing to see the large houses and the manors that lined the streets of the Inner City. For centuries, the merchants that took up residence in these...

Wealth, power and influence. Those are the things Dauner had wanted to get for himself since arriving on Arethil. Although there were some ups and downs, and more than a few distractions along the way, he'd not forgotten this goal. That was why, he'd put a lot of effort into setting things up...

Hook Dauner is planning to become one of the pillars of the Arethilian underworld, but for this to happen, he needs a force. A group of men and women, willing to follow his lead as he establishes one of the greatest underworld empires to ever grace the face of Arethil. OOC Looking to start a...

It was nearing nightfall, but it was not quite there yet. The fiery skies over Alliria cast their lurid light on its streets and homes, and the Alleur estate was no different. The graveled drive, the manicured lawn, the rose gardens all bathed in the profusion of reds, oranges, and deep violets...

We know you are lost. We're up here in this mind of your's, just as present as you. You walk among them and yet you know you are nothing like them. Your heart beats to a different tune, does it not? You are surrounded by corruption of the world as well as corruption of the heart. How many of...

Councilor Vexion took a moment to enjoy the scene the gods had painted before him as the ship he was on rocked back and forth on the waters of the Allirian Strait. A tapestry of purples, pinks, and oranges were arrayed before him. As a boy, his mother used to tell him that moments of silence...