Port Rawl

[Filendie]

Port Rawl

This busy Port Town is just off the shores of the Blasted Shoals and the Archipelago and the closest you will find to Black hall, the others closer have been abandoned due to the ever rising threat of the dark lord and the closer you get to the cursed place, the more foul the water becomes with creatures of nightmares. Although very close to the swaps this place is bustling with merchants and shops, it is a favoured place of the Bloodriders to stop and load up on supplies making it a very rough place to visit.

Crime and poverty is a normal thing here, if you turn your back to someone, expect to get a knife stuck in it or worse. Taverns are dingy places reeking of wood soaked ale and sweat; daily brawls take place in most of them so there isn’t much point in making it look good. There are no places to go for help or aid; notice boards litter the place with wanted posters which serve more as a ranking of how dangerous people are instead of crime posters. Among the chaos there are places full of nicer people and Apothecaries to give people help where others wouldn’t. Above all it’s a bad place to be but people come here all the same.

All Are Welcome

[idril]

{name:Idril#|#picture:7}Idril had come to this god forsaken town. She been here before many times before and had killed a few here also. It was a tough town but she knew she could handle it. Wearing her normal black outfit that day along with her black cloak. Her eyes slightly peering through the hood. People looking at her then looking away.

They all knew what she was, but that was only they knew she was a rouge and that she would kill. Her boots hitting the cold hard ground with a loud thud. One person looked at her ready to attack but she just stopped and stared at them. Idril was ready for them to do something then they just backed off.

Soon she went into a tavern and took a seat in the corner. Of course people could only see her lower half. Her nails tapped on the table as she just watched everyone. Soon one of the bar tenders came up to her and asked what she wanted. "I would like an ale." Idril said then saw a person that really hated her. She knew she had killed her husband. Idril did that about 6 years ago and only because she would of died if she didn't. Idril's body got all tense as she watched this woman. Soon she just stopped tapping her nails then just sat there.

The woman looked over at her but did nothing. She probley doesn't remember me at all... She thought then saw her ale put on the table. Idril nodded her head then sipped it. Then she threw the boy a gold coin. He smiled then ran off. Idril sat there humming a tune then just thought about everything she has done in her life.

[chaos]

{name:Kaelen Tahinase#|#picture:8}Kaelen had recently arrived in Port Rawl and muttered a few well chosen curses underneath her breath as she walked along, obviously in a bad mood. After the hassle she had. A soft sigh escaped from her pale pink lips as she brushed a few strands of her long soft dark brown / dark green hair from her face. It was tied up into a high messy bun but if it had been loose, it would have been past her middle back. Her unnatural blue eyes scanned the environment around her, ignoring the foreboding sense of dread that seemed to settle in her stomach as she kept on walking. Obviously, she knew that Port Rawl was one of the worst places to visit and yet that didn't bother her in any sense. She had been here before when she was younger. Standing at five feet eight inches tall, weighing one hundred and fifteen pounds, she had to deal with a few people who decided to try and mess with her while she made her way to this dingy, dirty place. It could have been due to the clothing that she wore as a Ranger. Kaelen was wearing a high collared long green / brown dress with slits on either side going up to her mid-thighs. The young woman also had a dark green bustier wrapped around her waist, on top of her dress. Her brown knee high boots scuffled the dust which caused it to travel throughout the air with no sense of direction.

Kaelen knew what it was like to grow up in an area that was riddled with crime and poverty herself so she knew by experience how people suffered here. She was somewhat recognised by some people and saw rats scurrying along in the shadows of alleyways and such. She saw little children begging for food or even steal from the tourists from their own back pockets. Port Rawl very much disliked visitors so their attitudes to people would not change for a long time to come most likely. The young woman wasn't going to judge them for who or what they were. It was the only way they knew how to live and she somewhat respected that. Still, that didn't mean to say she had let her guard down; if anything it was still high up. Kaelen wasn't a stupid person - of course there would be attempts to attack her. The question was when and where exactly it would happen.The only reason that the young woman had came to this godforsaken place was the fact that even she needed supplies to keep her going. She did eventually find what she needed and finally made her way to the Tavern that was located in one of the worst areas and literally kicked the door open with her left leg. Often there would be people slumped against the door which would occasionally cause problems when someone tried to enter. When Kaelen walked in, she wasn't surprised to see a handful of people sprawled all over on the floor.

So she simply stepped over them and made sure the heels of her boots dug into the men's backs. She ignored the groans and protests of pain that escaped from their drunken, slurred mouths. She kept her head up high with a look upon her face that silently challenged anyone that dared to approach her. The young woman slowly made her way over to the bar and ordered a hard alcoholic drink and didn't need to wait long as her order was completed within moments. She dropped a few coins upon the bar top and scowled when the greedy bartender quickly scooped them up into his meaty hands. At the look upon her face, he quickly waddled away so he could scurry away as quick as he could. Kaelen slowly placed her left hand upon the glass and slowly brought it to her pale pink lips. She silently sipped at the cold liquid and didn't flinch nor make any emotional expression when the liquid burned at her throat and stomach. From the corner of her blue / silver eyes, the young woman noticed a few tough men who were blatantly glaring at her and kept eying her small bag of gold coins where she kept it. Their intent was pretty obvious so she pretended not to notice of their little plan. She was proved right when she felt hands grasping at her pouch and almost immediately, the perpetrator found a sword at his neck where the jugular vein was and cold emotionless eyes staring into his.

[Filendie]

{name:Filendie Garren#|#picture:2}Filendie rocked gently as the cart he had hitched a ride on passed through the town’s gate. The driver was a merchant and a hard bargainer at that. He had asked for five gold pieces to travel from ‘Lands End’ to ‘Port Rawl’ and even with the mage touching magic he could only get him down to four gold and one silver piece. The maid was a hard thing to control even for a powerful mage as himself; if one were strong-willed enough then there would be no mind magic to stop him.

The kart jerked to a halt and the merchant hopped off. He was a man who had not grown old gracefully, his back was bent over and his features were scarred and appeared to have been rearranged more than once in a fight. Filendie was almost positive that this man was from the rough Port town and seemed to be right when people came running to help him unload his goods before they were stolen.

Fights seemed to be happening already as one woman stepped over a pile of drunk men and some gruff looking men fought across the street for some reason. Heaving a sigh he took a quick look around himself. No one seemed to pay him any attention which was a good thing. He started to walk, using his staff as he did and explored more of the place.

[idril]

{name:Idril#|#picture:7}Idril stepped away from the bar and watched as people just fought all the time. Her hood over her face she was able to slide away from all the hustle and bustle from the humans. "Stupid mortals." She mumbled then looked around outside.

Some of the men just looked at her knowing they could try and take her one which one of them tried. He grabbed at her but she was able to twist his hand and pushed him to the ground. Then she pulled out her knives.

"Don't push me.." She said in a low tone then started to come after her. Idril ran to him and made a deep gash into his arm. He moaned then started to swear. All it did was made her laugh harder. "I won't tell you I told you so." She said then saw some more people walk into the town.

She bumped into a man as she backed up then looked at him a bit. Notcing something firmiliar about him she backed away from him. She didn't want to take any chances with anyone near her. Then she moved over to a shop and walked in. Taking a glance back at people then walked in. "I need some meat and drink please." She said. Then she leaned again the wall waiting since she knew it would take forever.

[Filendie]

{name:Filendie Garren#|#picture:2}His walk didn’t take him two steps before he noticed something, a rare something indeed. A woman who he was already acquainted with and not just any woman at that, it was an elf. His eyebrow raised for a fraction as she noticed him then turned away. No doubt the memory charm he had cast on her before leaving the boat would leave her somewhat confused, but his identity as a caster of the dark arts would be the last thing she would remember.

Thanks to that he could start a fresh with the woman if the occasion ever reared its head again which it rarely did unless fate willed it. Instead his gaze fell upon an apothecary, no doubt some weird and wonderful things and people could be found there as those kinds of places normally did. He was surprised the place was still open, it must have been pushing seven in the afternoon and the sun was beginning to caress the horizon.

There was plenty of daylight left but people ran from random buildings and lit the street lamps with a long pole with a fire blazing at the end, ready for darkness to shadow the town in its veil. Filendie’s lips bent into a smile at the thought of nightfall, he felt much more at home in the secrecy of the dark. Quickly reminding himself of where he was the smile faded, he was; for once, not looking forward to it. This was one place even a person like Filendie didn’t want to be during the night. Things lurked here that were much worse than he could ever be and he wasn’t in the mood for a fight.

Reaching the Apothecary he looked up at the strangely ornate sign before taking his first step in the door to be greeted by an over happy shop assistant.

[Raven]

{name:Raven#|#picture:6}Shadow Walked into the tavern wearing his all white leather garb. Threw a dagger into a man at the bar Laughing. "Another bounty for me!"

Walks over to the bar and handed the barkeep some coin. He took his dagger out then used the dead body to clean the blade, as he walks to one of the tables in the back he sheathed his dagger. " I would like some roasted deer and ale." As the the waitress walks away. He looks around to see everyone staring at him. Smiling waiting to see who's next.

"Here you are?" Said the Waitress in a nerves tone. He handed her a few coins. His pouch sounds quite heavy as it jiggles sounding full. He ate it slowly.