oban

The laws of Oban were strict and clear for its citizens. Every one of them no matter their position in life were taught them from the moment they were born; how to bow when a noble goes past, do not defecate in the street, the cost of stealing and - the most important - the complete lack of...

Melusine loathed being here. She never stayed very long in Oban when she had to come at all. She was well aware that in many ways, women with magic were second-class citizens here. But having returned not long ago from a visit to some friends in Elbion, it was the next closest city. and while...

Oban was a city of diversity. Where folks from all walks of life came to see their dreams become realized. Gale’s brother, Ricardo, had done just that. Become a griffin rider and made a bit of coin. Made mom and pop’s proud to boot. But Gale? Well, she’d always been the black sheep...

The first stage of each and every successful robbery was deciding what you wanted to steal and why you wanted to steal it. Alexios had already confirmed both of these things on a personal level and on a 'party' level with his soon-to-be partner in crime. So with the goal in mind there was...

Alexios Marxan is wanting to make his mark in Oban but in order for his plans to all start coming together he needs two things rather quickly; money and the ability to use that money to extend his influence. This bank job would give him both and do much the same for any like-minded heist...

Obann - Rellin Estate "Alright. I'm going to need a bottle of wine and a fine ass to put my-" Val cut himself off as his father stepped in front of him. The wold man was wearing what appeared to be an owl mask, likely thinking himself terribly clever for having donned the guise of an animal...

Oban - Warehouse District Kekrizh "This is a wonderful idea." Kala said as she tapped the map which had been laid out on the small crate. Her fingers ran over the drawing there, poking at one of the exits which had been masterfully depicted. The map of course had been stolen from a local...

~ Oban ~ twenty-three years ago..~ The girl couldn't have been much younger than Wren was, perhaps four or five. But clothed in a grey and tattered dress, and her feet were bare and covered in whatever she'd trodden through in the rancid streets. She sat on the damp ground amongst the filth...