Ever since the land of Xaltanthus lost its guardian, the Dragon Queen, people have feared that they would be plagued by war and invasion. But these beliefs did not hold true, and three thousand years later, the people decided to stop believing and go on with their normal lives. The settlements scattered across the land returned to their former peace and prosperity.
The city of Goldemore was no exception. As the capital of the human kingdom of Maiven, it was constantly filled with the sounds of hustle and bustle as traders from other kingdoms and continents flock to the Great Market to sell their wares, ranging from weapons and tools to foodstuffs and drinks and everything in between. Hundreds poured into and out of the city square every day to buy and sell these things, and for good prices. The market seemed to be a place for everybody.
(player chars should start somewhere in the Great Market)
Finley stands at the edge of the Great Market, a ever-shifting crowd of observers surrounding him. Finley is currently performing in front of a large fruit shop, specializing in summer fruits such as strawberries and watermelons. The shop owner, a few weeks ago, hired the amateur mage on contract, trying to drive business to the shop. So far, it appears the plan has worked. The crowd stands mesmerized as Finley works wonders with nothing more than a deck of cards. The cards flutter from hand to hand, almost as if some outside force was possessing them. Finally, the cards settle, with only one remaining in motion. "Is this..." Finley flips the card around, revealing the 2 of clubs. "Your card?" A young boy in the audience squeals in delight, grabbing the card and running off. A few generous passer-by toss coins into the circle of the audience. Finley glares at the boy, grabs a new pack from his bag, and continues the act.
Thyrsis looks down from midair. He sees the large city of Goldenmore beneath him. He regrets leaving his homeland so suddenly, but he couldn't stand looking at the horizon every day, trapped in his small island home. Seeing Goldenmore, he can't help but think this is where his true adventure would begin. He dives down into a large marketplace.
Instantly, Thyrsis is jostled into a river of people. A few young children gawk at him, having never seen an Avoliant before. He glares at them, and tries to escape the crowds. I've never seen this many people... and so different from us Avoliants, too...
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Within bustling streets of Goldmore stand three figures fully cloaked with what seems to be a tattered rags made with expensive fabric. "This should be far enough, I'll go on my own from now" said the man in the middle. Immediately both person beside him spoke up in response with a well-mannered tone "But, my princ-" but they were both interrupted by the man in the middle who foresee what they were going to say "It's alright.. I'll be fine on my own, you both can return to the palace right away, see you two later!" with a wave of a hand the man left disappearing into the thick crowd filling the streets.
As he drift through the flow of the crowd Erias thought to himself with excitement "This is it! my story starts here!". As he walk around the streets he stumble upon a fruit store that claims to sell an apple with a premium quality that would only come every 100 years. Erias join the group of other customers who stood in front of the store listening to the owner's story. "Really!? these apple only come around every 100 years??" said Erias surprised by the apple's rarity. "Yes certainly and our shop is the only place to get them" said the owner luring in his customers. "Then i'll take one! wait no.. make it two!" said Erias. "Only two sir? If you missed them now you won't be able to taste it again in another 100 years you know?" said the owner with a fake smile. "Then... I'll take ten" said Erias fully believing the owner's words.
The market was a truly big and diverse place. People of all races crowded in front of the countless stalls in the square. However, there were some store-owners who decided not to set up their stalls in the market square, and for a good reason. They sold things banned from Maiven and most other kingdoms for a living. To avoid getting caught, these illicit traders hide their wares in dark alleys some distance away from the city square.
At the shadowy entrance of one such alley, a small, cloaked figure stood plastered against the wall, as if wanting to go in unnoticed. It blended in so well with the darkness that all but the keenest eyes would miss it. Some did see it, but didn't really care. Some thought about approaching it, but didn't. The tiny figure just stood there, waiting for something to happen.
Thyrsis eventually finds an area with less people, where he can catch his breath. He looks around. His sharp Avoliant eyes spot a small cloaked figure in an alleyway. That doesn't seem normal... he muses. Walking over to the figure, he snarls, "You hardly look like you fit in around here. So who are you, and what are you up to?" After speaking, he realizes this might not have been the smartest idea. Confronting a suspicious figure with no one to back him up? Too late to back out now...
The figure, hearing Thyrsis, whirled around. Reflective golden eyes could be seen under the shadow of the hood it was wearing. "Shh! Get away." it hissed quietly at the Avoliant before flattening itself against the wall of the alley once again. Now, looking closesly, Thyrsis could see something green poking out from under the cloak. It looked like... a tail?
A tail? And what does it mean by "get away?" Thyrsis decides he won't get anywhere this way and leaves the alley. However, he knows he can't let this suspicious green creature hurt anyone, so he decides to lurk around in front of the alley. Now I probably look as suspicious as that creature... oh well. It's not like I have anywhere to be.
Back in the alleyway, the cloaked creature remained still as a statue. A door in an adjacent building opened, and someone walked out... and was knocked out with a swift strike from the mysterious figure, who then scurried into the still-open door.
Thyrsis hears a loud noise. Turning around, he realizes the figure was gone. Where'd he go? I just saw him... Running into the alley, he notices an open door. Figuring the creature went in, he follows.
Out of the corner of his eye, Finley notices a man appearing to wear feathers dart into an open door. Near the door, on the ground, is an unconscious man. This is my chance! Finley bows to the crowd, getting their attention. "Thank you for your time, but I'm afraid the show is over!" Finley booms. "Remember: Ferguson's fruits are a fresh, fabulous fancy!" Finley tips the brim of his hat over his eyes, and pushes through the sea of market-goers. Approaching the alleyway, Finley steps over the injured man, steels his nerves, and passes into the open doorway.
Beyond the door was a rather delapidated shop room. It was clear that no one had been here for quite some time. Cobwebs hung off the counter, the empty shelves, and the corners of the room. The floorboards were damp and rotten, and creaked loudly when the mysterious cloaked creature stepped on them, even though it tried its best to keep quiet. Another, slightly ajar door was at the end of the room. After peering inside, the mysterious person threw something down the stairway behind the door and hearing it shatter at the bottom. Some voices rang out from below, declaring that whoever threw that thing better show themselves. Then several thuds sounded as bluish smoke drifted up the stairway and through the crack in the doorway. The cloaked figure looked through the doorway again, and, deciding that it was safe, descended and closed the door along the way.
Hearing footsteps, Thyrsis turns around. He sees a nervous-looking human in magical garb. "Who are you?" he snarls. "Did that creature call you as backup? I'm warning you, I'm armed!" Realizing he only really has a small dagger and a bow with no arrows, he thinks, I'm going to regret this, aren't I...
After escorting his client to the city of Goldemore, Dismas walks around and checks the products within the marketplace, and after wandering a while, goes to the guild to stick an advertisement paper for his services. On his way to the guild, Dismas hears an ominous sound coming from the alleyways, and decides to investigate.
(Sorry! I've been working on homework lately. I'll try to keep up with the RP.)
Finley's eyes widen, and he stumbles a few steps back. "Well, y- Did..." Finley clears his throat, and pushes up the brim of his hat. "Did you, uh... knock that man out?" Finley waves his hand towards the still-open door.
As the tension between Finley and Thyrsis rises, the unconscious man lying on the cobblestones begins to stir. His eyes flutter open, and he sits up, confused about the open door and the two people in front of him.