oban

It had been months since the last spot of trouble. The overcast sky only offered just enough light to see by. It was difficult to tell when dawn would finally roll around, not when the autumnal clouds rolled in out of the north on a blustery wind that made her want to wear extra layers. She...

Damyr Winter Estate - Oban Countryside Wren Kingsley Oh. This was probably a terrible mistake. Val knew that. Knew that he was toeing the line of danger and stepping right onto the edge of foolish; but the heart wanted what it wanted. It had taken him weeks to engineer things correctly to...

The Montcroix Meridionalis Vineyard Most of Arethil knew of Meridionalis wine. It came in a peculiarly shaped bottle with a delicate, almost swan-like neck that was said by those who made it to be one of many secrets for the wine's exquisite taste. It was the type of bottle one sent the butler...

The road wending along the Dalriadan coast remained more or less featureless, as it had since they had crossed the Strait between Erdeniin and Dalriada. Their pace remained steady - slowed, perhaps, by the lingering weariness of a rushed crossing and the fighting and bloodshed that had preceded...

More fighters for the cause. That was why Elliot was here in the far southeast of Dalriada, somewhere in the midpoint between Alliria and Oban proper. The coast of the Allirian Strait itself was a good arrow-shot away from where he and five freewomen lay in ambush. It was hot, and the afternoon...

The warm salt water wind ruffled against the hood of Lydia’s cloak as droplets of rain bounced off the rough fabric. This section of the harbor was quiet, as it usually was. Private docks owned by Lady Strand herself had seen less traffic as of late. But that was about to change as...

GRIFFIN'S PEAK Not even a minute into the Arbiter's proclamation, Elliot knew that this was his opportunity. "Hear me, citizens of Griffin's Peak! For I would speak on the final adjudication of this matter which has gripped your hearts so dearly, so passionately, in these many past days!"...

Location: Kingdom of Dalriada, Oban, Solari Square Music: X A normal day like any other in the bustling capital city of Oban in its lively solari square came cloaked in a figure, Juancho, their features shrouded by their hood. Citizens, hustlers, tourists and likely pilgrims buzzed through the...

"Hey, hey, hey!" Nicholai clapped his hand over Visha's mouth. "Not so gosh-darned loud!" The two of them had just passed through the busy gates into Oban, and Nicholai was already ruing the day. Did someone curse him? Did a divination spell backfire or something? How on the green fields of...

OBAN, LOW TIER, NORTHERN QUARTER They were going to be too late. Elliot Aldmar, under the false identity of Darrethyn Ilsendrith, foreign courtier of the Beaufort Court, ran with a squad of Obanese soldiers down the avenue. Restaurants, food vendors, wine markets blurred past. The heavy...

SIX MONTHS AGO All the townsfolk of Ypress were on their knees. A dead man, once the mayor, before them in the center of the town square. The mercenaries of Blair Company behind them and around them, their weapons out, swords hovering close to men, women, and children alike. And Leona Blair...

OUTSIDE THE BLUEBIRD TAVERN Night had come again. And at last Hahnah could move freely. For three nights she had been trapped within the huge and formidable city called Oban. She wanted desperately to leave, but for two reasons she could not. The front gates of the city were watched all hours...

The Stone's Throw Inn loomed just ahead, shadows stretching long about its face from the sparse firelights of the night in Oban. Profane men awaited inside. Humans, Elves, people of all kinds had within their hearts a shifting line between good and evil. This Hahnah had come to know. But these...

Going for round two, and building off the first go around, which took place here: The Dancing Flame Here's the quick rundown: Elliot got contracted for a shady mission in Oban by "the benefactor," a noble with covert criminal dealings type character. Circumstances changed. Now Elliot, wanting...

Each year, the Royal Family of Dalriada outdone themselves. This year was no exception. The Royal Gala had been in full swing for hours in the gardens of the Great Keep at the heart of Oban, and everyone who was anyone was in attendance. The King and Queen would have had themselves shone in a...

So I had an idea for a Fate thread that I figured might be better with some beforehand setup, given the implicit background details in the premise. Bits and pieces of the idea: Elliot and your character are involved (for certain reasons) in perpetrating a conspiracy/plot that is coming to...

Centuries pass so slowly in a tomb, especially when one is not truly dead but simply asleep, trapped in this inanimate state unable to move, breath, or even think. There are no dreams in death, the aestivated sleep of vampires deprived of blood to the point that they cannot move and essentially...

Oban was known for many things: The tall walls that surrounded it, the unforgiving and punishing might of the law, and the diversity of wealth among it's many peoples from slum to palace. Of course, the elite few nobles and royals held all the cards when it came to power and wealth in the city...

"There's a five... and a lovely four to go with it." Keates laid his cards with a satisfied smirk on the ever-growing pile in the centre of the rough table. The three onlookers responded with appreciative murmurs and nods. "Go on then, my man," the large soldier goaded. "You wouldn't happen to...

To say Varys' outlook on things had changed since his last trip to the wealthy city of Oban would be a bit of an understatement. Indeed, the long ride through the Savannah that precluded the Kingdom of Dalriada had given him a good deal of time to ruminate on the events that had taken place...