Flowering Delusions [Open]

The storm has passed and yet the city still cries.

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A city floating in the center of a lake, Ravok is a place of dark beauty, romance and culture. Behind it all though is the presence of Rhysol, God of Evil and Betrayal. The city is controlled by The Black Sun, a religious organization devoted to Rhysol. [Lore]

Flowering Delusions [Open]

Postby Yaotl on April 17th, 2012, 2:54 am

Spring 2nd, 512 AV



The People's Market

Whispers crawled the streets, jumping between the ever vigilant ears of the listeners. Doubts flowed between lips, murmurs of promises that had not.gone fulfilled sowing the seeds of dissention among the stock Ravok had to offer.

Yaotl listened with a rapt ear as she weaved through the crowd, running an errand that was of major importance after the ruckus of yesterday. Parah, she was elsewhere currently, doing whatever she was doing. Yaotl briefly focused her mind upon the girl, the thought trickling through her mind that she had better not be an embarrassing little whelp today, before her ears caught her mind and pulled her into the tangled web of rumour and truth.

As she ran her eyes over the rounded swell of a basket of red apples, she overheard a woman whispering to her friend that her cousin's sister's husband had heard one of the Ebonstryfe telling his comrade that the Temple had partially collapsed because of activities by the Rising Dawn.

Yaotl fought the urge to roll her eyes. Never in her wildest dreams could she ever consider the Temple to have been brought down by mere human intervention. It was rather a grand stroke of Rhysol's divine temper that had reduced a portion of the holy place to rubble beneath the dark water.

She picked two pounds of these plump red swells and reached over the stall to drop coin into the hand of the man who had been watching her most carefully. She suspected he was the grower, and she did not allow her skin to meet with his.

The woman moved on, past more produce and spices and into the realm of the meat packers. Strings of sausages dangled from hooks in the ceiling, and lay coiled most becomingly. Smoked meat found their places next to salted and in jars, pickled fish of nameless origin stared out of blank eyes.

Yaotl never liked eating fish. She didn't even like looking at it, and when she tapped the jar, causing the dead little flippers to tremble, she shuddered and asked the butcher for a pound of salted pork and two pounds of pork sausage. As it was exchanged for more of the coin, Yaotl overheard someone else.speculating now.

"Perhaps Rhysol has left us for good."

She turned and eyed up the man who had spoken, returning her backpack to its place of safety on her shoulders and watching the man warily, as her fellow customers did. She couldn't tell from his clothing where he had originated, and long ago she had given up the sport of reading eyes to determine desires.

She wasn't one to deny the fun of a show, though.

ReceiptApples- 2gm, Pork Sausage- 2gm, Salted Pork- 3gm. Total, 7gm

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Postby Valerius Nitrozian on April 26th, 2012, 5:13 pm

Valerius Nitrozian didn’t have any errands to run. He didn’t go to the market because he needed to buy food. He had slaves for that. There was an entirely different reason for his presence today. He was here because he wanted to see and be seen – because he simultaneously wanted to give the people of Ravok the impression that House Nitrozian had not suffered at all while finding out as much as possible about how the catastrophe that had taken place just a day ago had affected the rest of the city. Markets and taverns tended to be the best place for such an endeavour.

Since he wasn’t sure if the canals were safe yet - people had drowned in them, and they were likely full of debris as well – he had decided to walk for a change. He had no interest in his ravosala sinking because it had bumped into something, and he likewise didn’t want to see any dead bodies, besides the exercise would be good for him. Ir had been a while since he had been engaged in any kind of physical activity.

His dog, a huge Akinva Deerstalker, followed the exquisitely dressed young man on a leash. With all the chaos that had been going on in the city the day before, Valerius had not dared to let his pet out, so he had decided to take care of it now. The dog had already been getting restless. While Valerius personally didn’t need anything from the market, he bought a fat sausage for the dog. As always, the dog had to sit down and raise his paw before he received food. Valerius didn’t believe in feeding his pets without making them work for it.

While he waited for the dog to finish the sausage, he observed the other people that stood near the butcher. As he heard somebody wondering whether Rhysol had left them for good, he shook his head. „If Rhysol had left us, if we had angered him for some reason, the city wouldn’t be standing anymore“, he told the man. In truth he had wondered the same. He had been shocked when he had seen the temple, but it couldn’t be. He didn’t even allow himself to consider the possibility that the catastrophe had taken place because of something they had done. „Perhaps what has happened is something that even a god has trouble with. I am confident that the Temple of the Black Sun will be rebuilt and that this is simply a challenge that we have to overcome.“
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