alliria

This art belongs to me, please do not use without permission Raea was never fond of crowds. It wasn’t that she didn’t like people—no. She loved people, for all their complexities. People did not like her very much, she decided. She was a strange, golden-eyed girl. Too pretty to be beautiful...

The dull light of dawn filtered through a large window. Charity lay in bed, arms behind her head and a grin on her face. She had just returned home after a nighttime heist on the docks with her small gang who called themselves the Imps. Under the advice and guidance of her father Gilgamesh...

Oleg laid his eyes upon the lush, verdant grass. He feasted on it, feeling a rush of serotonin flood his brain. "Quite...pretty!" The forest was the orchestra of his mind, playing one enchanting symphony after another; her leaves danced to an unheard beat, whispering their songs to the wind...

Gannis was the longest shadow at the tavern. Other shadows danced and swayed as the fire crackled, but he remained still. Dog looked up hopefully as patrons past. He thought he might steal a bit of fuss - or perhaps one of those bones - but they always looked at his owner and moved on quickly...

It's early. Soft eastern light coming in through the window early. The bed in this Allirian Inn is warm and comfortable. Then. "Hi." There's a young human woman sitting on the edge of the bed. She's looking. Grinning. Holding a pan with something on it in her hand. The room door behind her is...

"YOU!" Yes, you. Visha pointed her finger. Right at them! There could be no mistaking it! That person right there. Right over there! Oh what a fluke of fate! After all this time, running into her RIVAL from the College here of all places! See, Visha wanted to peek into one of those mage...

He limped through a hollow carcass of ash and char. The head of a crossbow bolt was still in his thigh, the wet warm numbness having given way to a horrid twinging pain. In his hands he still clutched the neck of his trusty old lute he’d bought in his hometown years ago. The neck felt so...

Alliria, The Dragon’s Den… Elra’s eyes skimmed over the fancy cursive writing. Her lips bent into a deep frown as she read the letter over and over again. Still, no word, wherever Radis had gone, the Allirian Guard were clueless as to where. She took a deep breath. “I don’t need to worry; it’ll...

"First it was old Gubshanks the fisherman. Or it might have started before that. People don't exactly care about slum folk the way they do em good an proper citizens. Especially the folk who weren't in good with any em ...organizations. But Gubshanks disappeared two months ago. And some say a...

There had to be someone willing. Heike Eisen had spent a good day and half scouring the massive Allirian harbor for an agreeable captain. Ships had come in, docked, she had sought the ship's captain to ask, she'd be turned down, the ship would leave and another would pull in. Vessels of all...

The Siren's Song was a tavern on the edge of the Allirian Docks, hidden deep in the Shallows were all the seediest sailors and smugglers could be found. As soon as they tied to shore, these men of ill repute all flocked to their local watering hole for cheap drink, cheap drugs and cheap women to...

It was sunset, and just as the sun was finishing it’s day, Mikelle was finishing his as well. The last of his deliveries of Fallowbridge wine was completed. The deliveries had been mostly private homes, and while the carriage and horse were his, the working hands and guard whom had joined him...

Alliria University of Magic Varo had never been much for school, not back home and certainly not out here in Alliria. Some members of the gang had tried to get him to go, but it never worked out. He wasn't stupid, far from it, something else just always ended up catching his attention. There...

(Basically two characters get stuck in the same carriage for a ride through part of Alliria. This is a quick write. To accommodate slower writers you can make a brief ooc post to reserve the spot, and edit the post after the fact.) Elra dropped the last herbs into her basket. The lesser...

So there's this hospital in Alliria. Called Metisa's Commune of Grace and Healing. Not too big, not too small, not too full either--not a whole lot of the sick or injured, nor even travelers or street-dwellers who were just looking for a place to stay the night. And it was quiet. Or. It was...

Elra took a step back and wiped the sweat from her brow. A satisfied smile crossing her face as she admired her work. Perfect, or at least, at close as one could come. She looked up at her patient. “Rest here for now, and don’t touch that bandage. I’ll be back to check on you later.” She offered...

It was only a week after the reunion, but the Raven Club was still seeing the effects of the events which took place within her. Shards of glass and broken wood from tables and chairs were scattered about, left in place. With Isak leaving for some business with Ogden and Lidia immediately...

Growing up in such a small town, working for the blacksmith to make fishhooks and doorknobs, Amelia always dreamed of becoming a blacksmith in the city of Alliria. One day, she believes, she'll be selling her crafts to the greatest heroes. But before that, she needs to find a proper blacksmith...

The night sky was dim. The three masted barque rocked with the rhythm of the tide, drawing ever closer to the destination set at the end of the journey. The man had lost count of how many days he’d enjoyed in the open water, set up amongst the boxes of cargo and livestock that filled the ample...

Ryna was a simple yet complicated young woman. She did more than the average man. Even more so, Ryna is an assassin, willing to protect anyone. She was in Alliria looking around. She stopped into a tavern. Choosing a place to make herself comfortable, she looked to the bartender and said, "Give...