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Timestamp: 34th of Fall, 513 AV
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Location: Midnight Market
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-A slow, rolling wave of thunder rumbled across the early evening sky, the
deep sound threatening the citizens of Kenash with the chance of showers.
Sypha Kai tilted his head back at the ominous roar that traveled within
the swarm of clouds, casting his dark eyes up toward the thick gloom.
Though the threat of moisture was ever present, not a drop had fallen
upon the creeping Mercenary since he had begun his recent undertaking.
After a few seconds of observing the somber heavens, Sypha returned his
caliginous stare to the finely dressed man some fifty steps infront of him.
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-His right upper hand, the only one of four that wasn't covered in leather,
slowly rose to his uncovered visage as he quietly watched from beside a
vendor's booth. Slender digits touched the few dyed strands of thinly
braided hair that rested on the curve of his cheek, gently guiding their
bead decorated length behind a single ear. The rest of his brown and
red hair was an unkept mess atop his head, wildly moving about his
clean shaven semblance in the soft wind. The Eypharian usually kept his
face shrouded from the view of these filthy Humans, but this evening
he would need to blend in with them.
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-The prowling swordsman, having had the pleasure of following the
dark haired individual for most of the day, walked with light footfalls
around the stationary booth to get a better view. The man he was tailing
was one of the Morealis boys, the more slender of the three, Rowan Morealis.
Sypha didn't know much about him or anyone from that particular
Dynasty, for he had yet to seek any employment from them. Any knowledge
he had obtained about them was from drunken rumors and quiet whisperings.
None of that information held any weight, nor was any of it helpful to his
current situation.
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-Much of the day had been uneventful with the cloaked Eypharian keeping
a respectful distance from the richly attired Morealis member. Sypha Kai had
collected a mental list of the locations and people Rowan had visited since
entering the small city, storing the information until he could meet up with
his Lorak employer. The one that had hired him was becoming a frequent
customer to the Mercenary's abundant services, which Sypha Kai considered
to be a foot in the door. The more undertakings he could sucessfully accomplish
for her, the better his chances were in creating a lasting bond. If he was to
investigate his Mother's enslavement, he needed information from deep within
the Families. Inari, his employer, could provide that for him in the Lorak Dynasty.
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-There was a bit of activity in the Midnight Market, dispite the constant threat of
being rained on. The multitude of boothes that had sprung up about the large
plaza were equiped to deal with the wet weather, many having stretched and tied
tarps overhead. The Underworld thrived here during the evening hours and a bit
of rain wouldn't stop them from conducting their shadey business. Sypha Kai
knew enough to be careful here, for he frequented this Market often and lived near
the edge of it. The name -Lash- had touched his ears many a visit, a name that you
only spoke aloud if you knew what you were talking about. This was Lasher Radacke's
territory, meaning the swordsman knew he had eyes upon him while at the same time,
he had his spying sight upon Rowan's movements.
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-The Morealis son was on the move once more, leaving one of the tarp covered boothes
where something had moments before caught his attention. Snake skin sandals touched
quietly upon cobblestone walkway as Sypha slowly followed, leaving the edge of the
Market where the portable boothes were allowed to set up. They were walking deeper into
plaza now where the permanent shops were located on either side of the street. Thin channels
filled with calm water sectioned off the Market, offering the citizens of Kenash a beautiful
sight as they tended to their shopping needs. Sypha kept his distance, playing the role of a
curious customer as he picked through the products of various vendors. His predatory vision
was shifting from each salesman, to their goods, to Rowan, trying to keep up with him while
remaining inconspicuous.
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Timestamp: 34th of Fall, 513 AV
______________________
Location: Midnight Market
______________________
-A slow, rolling wave of thunder rumbled across the early evening sky, the
deep sound threatening the citizens of Kenash with the chance of showers.
Sypha Kai tilted his head back at the ominous roar that traveled within
the swarm of clouds, casting his dark eyes up toward the thick gloom.
Though the threat of moisture was ever present, not a drop had fallen
upon the creeping Mercenary since he had begun his recent undertaking.
After a few seconds of observing the somber heavens, Sypha returned his
caliginous stare to the finely dressed man some fifty steps infront of him.
_______________ ______________ ____ __ _________
-His right upper hand, the only one of four that wasn't covered in leather,
slowly rose to his uncovered visage as he quietly watched from beside a
vendor's booth. Slender digits touched the few dyed strands of thinly
braided hair that rested on the curve of his cheek, gently guiding their
bead decorated length behind a single ear. The rest of his brown and
red hair was an unkept mess atop his head, wildly moving about his
clean shaven semblance in the soft wind. The Eypharian usually kept his
face shrouded from the view of these filthy Humans, but this evening
he would need to blend in with them.
_______________ ______________ ____ __ _________
-The prowling swordsman, having had the pleasure of following the
dark haired individual for most of the day, walked with light footfalls
around the stationary booth to get a better view. The man he was tailing
was one of the Morealis boys, the more slender of the three, Rowan Morealis.
Sypha didn't know much about him or anyone from that particular
Dynasty, for he had yet to seek any employment from them. Any knowledge
he had obtained about them was from drunken rumors and quiet whisperings.
None of that information held any weight, nor was any of it helpful to his
current situation.
_______________ ______________ ____ __ _________
-Much of the day had been uneventful with the cloaked Eypharian keeping
a respectful distance from the richly attired Morealis member. Sypha Kai had
collected a mental list of the locations and people Rowan had visited since
entering the small city, storing the information until he could meet up with
his Lorak employer. The one that had hired him was becoming a frequent
customer to the Mercenary's abundant services, which Sypha Kai considered
to be a foot in the door. The more undertakings he could sucessfully accomplish
for her, the better his chances were in creating a lasting bond. If he was to
investigate his Mother's enslavement, he needed information from deep within
the Families. Inari, his employer, could provide that for him in the Lorak Dynasty.
_______________ ______________ ____ __ _________
-There was a bit of activity in the Midnight Market, dispite the constant threat of
being rained on. The multitude of boothes that had sprung up about the large
plaza were equiped to deal with the wet weather, many having stretched and tied
tarps overhead. The Underworld thrived here during the evening hours and a bit
of rain wouldn't stop them from conducting their shadey business. Sypha Kai
knew enough to be careful here, for he frequented this Market often and lived near
the edge of it. The name -Lash- had touched his ears many a visit, a name that you
only spoke aloud if you knew what you were talking about. This was Lasher Radacke's
territory, meaning the swordsman knew he had eyes upon him while at the same time,
he had his spying sight upon Rowan's movements.
_______________ ______________ ____ __ _________
-The Morealis son was on the move once more, leaving one of the tarp covered boothes
where something had moments before caught his attention. Snake skin sandals touched
quietly upon cobblestone walkway as Sypha slowly followed, leaving the edge of the
Market where the portable boothes were allowed to set up. They were walking deeper into
plaza now where the permanent shops were located on either side of the street. Thin channels
filled with calm water sectioned off the Market, offering the citizens of Kenash a beautiful
sight as they tended to their shopping needs. Sypha kept his distance, playing the role of a
curious customer as he picked through the products of various vendors. His predatory vision
was shifting from each salesman, to their goods, to Rowan, trying to keep up with him while
remaining inconspicuous.
_______________ ______________ ____ __ _________