Open Chronicles Flowers In The Ash

[Edric]

Tyr - The Isle of Sheketh
A wild caucophany of noises surrounded Edric as he made his way through the main thoroughfaire of the city.

Tyr was a city he had never thought he would see again. It's tall black towers and flowing canals of magma a sight which brought forth a flicker of memory and emotion. Thoughts of when times were simpler, and all he'd had to do was follow orders. Even with the crowds surrounding him, he could remember the street that he walked. He could still recall the faces of the other Initiate's who had come with him.

Hear the echoes of their words in his mind.

He wondered where they all were now, what had happened in the last few months with Ral and the others. A part of him had wanted to send word, a note or a simple sending rune, but the risk had been too great. Edric knew he was a wanted criminal, and even here half a world away...he couldn't help but look over his shoulders for any Dreadlord's who might have come wandering.

The crowds surrounding him eased the paranoia striking in the back of his mind, though why they were here he could not have said.

From the minute he'd arrived, it was clear that all of Tyr was in celebration. Banners and streamers hung between the buildings, throngs of men, women, Ogres, and Goblins threaded through the streets. Wine and ale flowed, though there was no reason evident as to why. It seemed the entire city was in an uproar of mirth. Women danced in the streets, men did their best to imitate their gracious flow, and Ogre's plodded like great drums upon the pavers.

The joy of it was almost infectious, and more than once Edric nearly found himself swept up within the merriment. Only barely plucking himself away from a red-headed Tyrian who attempted to grab his hands and swing him into a sway. His steps falling with surprising elegance as he pulled away and shook his head. "Next time!"

Edric claimed with a wave, his common tongue falling on deaf ears as the girl called to him in Tyrian. The wide grin on her face speaking of future ill-intent as she allowed her prety to stalk away.

"Kress, I think I preferred the Guard." The Rogue Dreadlord said, contiuing to press through the crowd and towards the metallurgist that was his destination.

 

[Perrine Urahil]

Tyr was much too far of a distance to travel for a small group of Anirians, but their missive stated something savoury along the lines of this visit was to be quick to ensure relations between cities were still acknowledged.

Perrine stepped out from the watch tower that received new installations and repairs, following the ogre guide giving the Anirians a tour of the Death Watch's work.

"Now Urth, you mentioned some tea earlier?" Perrine piped up. She wondered if she had been asked to go on this mission because of her pleasantries to other races, or simply because the Initiates could go without a few weeks of etiquette lessons. "I have some I had brought with me, perhaps we could brew some, see how our teas differ?"

And give them a rest from all these stairs that seemed to accomodate the Ogres of the Death Watch better, but Perrine witnessed Tyrians and others taking those steep stairs as if it were not a problem.

 

[Chasmine]

There was so much emotional energy here! Like a feast after so much famine on the ship, Chasmine felt herself renewed ... well, so far as a spirit could, anyway. Now snugly ensconced within the pages and bindings of her gifted book thanks to the Shamaness Ma'Ziri, Chasmine rode along within Edric's pack and could not help but tap into those energies surrounding him.

Without a body or fully manifesting she could not experience the festivities as he could, but she could feel the energy of it surrounding him like a tumultuous sea. When the girl fluttered by, her aura radiating like a bright campfire of peaches and reds, Chasmine could not help but pick up on her attraction and desire toward her companion.

"She seemed nice," his spiritual companion remarked quietly to him, "was she not pretty?"

 

[Edric]

"Yeah she was plenty pretty." Edric answered as he slipped through the last throng before the open-market archway.

The crowds here were still packed, but several of the Death Watch Ogres seemed to ensure there were paths through. Most of them simply keeping the inner-reaches of the square free for carts and the like. Edric stepped onto the more clear road, the celebration still surrounding them. "But if I stopped to dance with every pretty girl we'd never get out of here."

He pointed out as they began to climb the tall steps near the Watchtower which stood at the barrier of the inner city.

Striding directly passed Perrine and her Initiates.

"Besides. I think this shop closes at Sundown and he's the only one with the metal we need." If he was even open during this celebration. It seemed the entirety of Tyr was caught up in whatever they were doing.

 

[Perrine Urahil]

Urth had become insistent on seeing the Initiates train, had perked them up with the idea of challenging them to test their skills on the Death Watch. Perrine began to think of a way to excuse herself from the session, having spent so many hours in a day with the Initiates and their training, she had to steel herself as another Proctor offered to accompany the group. Periwinkle eyes glimmered with gratitude, and just like that, Perrine was free to roam the city for a short while.

Tyr was in full swing celebration. The timing of the Anirian visit could have either been chaotic or perfect, and for the Urahil Dreadlord, it leaned towards the latter.

It was the moment she watched the Initiates now move on, following the ogre Urth towards whatever training ground they were going to spend time in, that Perrine turned her head and caught a familiar face. She frowned, unsure of what she had seen, but something was nagging her at the back of her mind. She only followed because she was sure it was just one of those faces, but Perrine had been swept into the crowd and celebrations, smiling at the joy that spread throughout the street.

 

[Chasmine]

It had never been Edric's way to stop and smell the roses. His was a mind of tasks. Get from point A to point B. Do the thing. Exterminate the target. It wouldn't kill him to have a little dance with a pretty girl.

Honestly, Chasmine had no idea what would kill him.

But perhaps timing was truly everything and it must have been closer to sundown than she knew. Time, after all, was not part of her unlife anymore.

The ghost relented to the wisdom of his tasked mind. They had come here for a purpose, after all, and she lamented yet another missed opportunity to view a city she'd known only in books or through the telling of others. Tyr, the city of fire. Edric had regaled her with the story of his previous mission here with Ralene and Alistair during the long journey over seas to their destination. He was not particularly good on details and certainly lacked a story-teller's poetic charm, but it had been enough for her to wish to experience the place for herself.

Alas.

"Perhaps you will get a chance after you find the metal," she said after a long silence, having picked up the presence of another woman now following in Edric's steps, "you have an admirer."