alliria

The Forum Allirium sat within the heavy walls of the Allir Keep, cloistered away within an inner courtyard. It was comprised of carefully tended gardens, fountains, and seated gathering places. The natural beauty of the gardens were connected by wide, circling paths paved by white stones. The...

For the past few weeks there had been a series of thefts in Alliria. The only items that were stolen were high class paintings meant to be sold to Annuakat nobility and merchants. The local merchants of Alliria grew more and more nervous by the day and the wealthier ones increased security...

It was near on the witching hour, and the bar on the outskirts of the Allirian capital was bustling with a comfortable number of patrons. The establishment was called the Golden Fish. A place of middling repertoire, neither particularly seedy nor reputable. The floors were sticky, the windows...

The Painted Dragon Camille sat within the inner office of the Crimson Dusk. One of the most powerful crime syndicates of Alliria. Finger tapped absently at the report on her desk. Mister Talmanese was gone from the territory. News that set her slender shoulders more at ease. He'd done...

Flickering shadows cast over the walls of a swaying, creaking quarters. Bits and baubles cluttered every horizontal surface. Statues, trinkets, and ornate boxes were all stuck to the crowded shelves with tacky putty to prevent them shifting as the ship rocked. With the curtains all drawn shut...

It was early summer when Lechies returned to her family's estate. A visit long overdue, her parents had said, equal parts overjoyed and exasperated, when she turned up on their doorstep covered in dust from the road. She'd meant to visit months ago, but each time she neared Alliria, she'd catch...

The Song of Diplomacy The horde of Orcs was closing in on Alliria. The scurry of loud thuds clouded the atmosphere, cementing hooves in the thick mud that plagued the Allir Strait. They’ve been making their trail from Bhathairk for four days now through tremendous downpours, bandits, and...

370 Location: Alliria Docks Entering Port Morning Under a bright blazing blue sky on a sunny day, carried on a refreshing sea breeze to put life into your bones, the Vai Ilnarem, a 700-ton four-deck small carrack-sized vessel known as a Cavark, was slowing to dock, its great white sales being...

"Get a move on, we ain't got all night!" Scurrying around a dozen different carriages and wagons were a number of hooded men, lifting and moving crates into them to be shipped off. Rain fell upon them as they worked, as did harsh words from their apparent supervisor who wasted no effort in...

~~ “What is that?” The young scholar spoke quietly, in almost a hush, as the older elf pulled the coarse bed sheet out in a striking display of finesse and over-indulgence of dramatic pizazz. Dust and debris, caught in the curtains of sunlight cutting through the lofted laboratory, revealed...

"Here's the place," Garrod said, standing before a nondescript stone wall in the middle market district. Clean grey stonework, almost white, still straight and tall even if the smell of some day old piss wafted through the air. "Now," he trailed off as he rant his fingerpads along the surface...

In Alliria, one celebration could trump all others. One reason for the Merchant Council to relax, so to speak, and for the peoples, from the Shallows to the citadel, to pause from their labors and cheer on a season. This season happened to be Divina's favorite, as well. A full street near the...

Larewen strolled through the richer districts of Alliria, her fancy garb a lot more common among the womenfolk here. An emerald bustle gown clung to her short frame, undoubtedly tailored precisely for her. Black gloves obscured the cursed flesh of her arm and hid only skin on the right. The...

A few light droplets of rain fell from the cloudy sky and the leather clad woman looked up. The sky was dark, celestial bodies covered by a thick blanket of clouds. If anything, the near total darkness it brought was good for business. As long as a torrential downpour of any sort didn't come...

Clad in a simple green tunic and dark leather pants as opposed to her armor, Emmeline strolled through the city, her verdant gaze moving to and fro among the people there. She wore a satchel that crossed her torso from one shoulder, and inside it, she had stolen cases--something she could get in...

"Explain the situation to me again." The disgruntled sergeant was walking to the barely repaired Allirian walls as the guardsman reporting to him tried to keep up. "Sir it's unlike anything we've seen recently. It doesn't stand as tall a mountain, but it is quite large. Its head is the shape...

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...