the shallows

Glass and splintered wood crunched under his feet as he stepped back out into the street, marsh-haunted night air only just able to mask the scent of offal and blood. The scene inside did not bear witnessing again. The brutality and callousness of what had been done drove spikes of rage into his...

Miz'ri awoke early, the tiny room she shared with Sig still dark as an abyss. She tossed off the large woolen cloak she called a blanket (stolen off a random clothesline after Rook made her assist Giibi with a laundry job) and stood up off the thin mat that was their bed with a yawn. By the...

It was as her foot slammed into the face of a concealed stone that she cursed just under her breath. The stone, with light gray poking through the sloppily browned surface, had hidden itself beneath the muddy tract that served as a roadway. She hopped on one leg as she held the throbbing foot in...

The sun had yet to even rise but Rook was already up. Sleep was a right only allowed to Sig. For Rook it was a privilege and one he had given up when accepting that job for Warren. His working gloves on his hands. His only tunic left after giving the other to Tehi the day before on. His good...

In the Shallows of Alliria there had stood for decades a public house of healing, run by a long line of witches whose sole focus was on aiding the poor and underserved of the district. It had been a wooden home on a stone foundation, always threatening to sink into the mire, accessible by the...

"Son of a-" The tall young man stuck his thumb into his mouth. A sharp inhaled followed as he waved his hand erratically in the air. A very upset look on his face. Eyes filled with ire towards the source of his pain. ANOTHER random piece of wood had fallen from the ceiling onto his hand...

Another week, another bloody scene found by the town guard. The first two left no trace of the killer nor the victims, only more blood than a man could lose and still be called a "survivor" and often little else. Initially some with more superstitious inclinations claimed there to be a ghost, or...

It was almost midnight in the Shallows, and the air was thick with an obscuring mist that was wet to the touch. The atmosphere was cold and clammy. The countless wooden walkways and docks were slick and damp. Laterns glowed in the grey darkness like fairy lights, and the fog of the place...

It was Ivy’s lucky day, or as lucky as she could get. Sleeping near the local tavern of the Shallows has proven itself to be useful. When Ivy woke up, the garbage pits were full of the food thrown out from last night. Looks like she had something to eat for breakfast, which was uncommon for her...

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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...

"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...

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...

"Sign up! Place yer bets 'ere! Sign up an' place yer bets 'ere!" a young red headed lad chanted in the crowded, run down old building. The fight tonight was being held in an old, abandoned warehouse on the far side of the Shallows docks where the whores and smugglers frequented. Very out of the...

"I think I may have gotten myself lost again." Even though Mort had been living in Alliria for a few years now, the place still felt fairly foreign to the man, nor did it help that he was never the best at mental directions. He swore he had bought a general map of the city when he had came, yet...

"Oh cummon boys!" the urchin pleaded, backing down the alleyway, away from the group of considerably older men who were assailing him. "I won fair an' square! Ain't nuthin' ta get upset about Ya win some, ya lose some. That's just 'ow cards work. 'Ow about I buy ya all a drink, huh? No 'ard...

The mute and the urchin sat at an large and otherwise vacant table at the Elven Arrow Tavern, patiently waiting for others to arrive. At the moment, Mute was working on a piece of parchment, drawing the docks from memory as best he could. He'd learned over the years that when you had no tongue...

The Shallows were full of opportunities for anyone as avaricious as Myrra was. She had been working protection rackets in the area for a couple of months now and it was turning into one of the longer term gigs she had picked up in the last couple of years. Made a lot of sense though, Alliria...

If anyone is interested in doing a thread centered around Alliria there abouts (not really sure what the thread would be about, there's a lot going on in that little area), it'd be cool to spit ball some ideas or at least get a general feel for what's good around there. At most I've done enough...

ALLIRIA OUTSKIRTS - THE SHALLOWS Not quite the place I wanted to be. However, it was more welcoming than most of the so called, "Tower Folk" that I had dealt with when I came into harbor. Sideways glances, and having a majority of the path ahead of me clear. Even if didn't really need it to...