Summer 42, 516 – Stallion’s Rear
There was a pervading air of distrust surrounding the city. Even the illusions seemed fearful in a strange way. Door locked unexpectedly, dead ends blocked normally busy streets, and whispers of doubt and confusion filled the air. That was why Sayana was out on the streets, to uncover more about what was going on and if she was lucky, gain some new contacts on the way.
The Eypharian wrapped her black robe tightly about her as she moved through the twisting, shifting streets. It concealed her mid and low arms, while her highs used the single pair of sleeves. People moved hurriedly and more than once she found herself gripping the hilt of one of her daggers due to some sudden movement. A red brick wall blocked her way. A dead end. As she turned around, she caught a brief glimpse of someone armed with a sword before they vanished behind a corner. That was one rumor that wasn’t just a rumor. Apparently a group called the Sheathewhisps were now patrolling the streets.
As she walked, a strange sign caught her attention. “No Pilgrims” There was also some strange ooze coating the edges. When she reached out to inspect it, the illusion dissipated and she found herself grasping the door handle to the Stallion’s Rear. Despite the unwelcoming nature of the place, the tavern was as good a place as any to start gathering more information. As Sayana stepped inside, her eyes shifted through the various people in the establishment. It was a quiet day with few patrons. She stepped up to order a mug of ale and as she was waiting she caught sight of a young man with messy brown hair near the bar. Deciding that he might be an easily influenced sort of fellow, she spoke up to get his attention.
“Strange things are happening these days. And nobody is trusting nobody. Have you heard of the latest attacks?”
ReceiptMug of ale – 8cm
There was a pervading air of distrust surrounding the city. Even the illusions seemed fearful in a strange way. Door locked unexpectedly, dead ends blocked normally busy streets, and whispers of doubt and confusion filled the air. That was why Sayana was out on the streets, to uncover more about what was going on and if she was lucky, gain some new contacts on the way.
The Eypharian wrapped her black robe tightly about her as she moved through the twisting, shifting streets. It concealed her mid and low arms, while her highs used the single pair of sleeves. People moved hurriedly and more than once she found herself gripping the hilt of one of her daggers due to some sudden movement. A red brick wall blocked her way. A dead end. As she turned around, she caught a brief glimpse of someone armed with a sword before they vanished behind a corner. That was one rumor that wasn’t just a rumor. Apparently a group called the Sheathewhisps were now patrolling the streets.
As she walked, a strange sign caught her attention. “No Pilgrims” There was also some strange ooze coating the edges. When she reached out to inspect it, the illusion dissipated and she found herself grasping the door handle to the Stallion’s Rear. Despite the unwelcoming nature of the place, the tavern was as good a place as any to start gathering more information. As Sayana stepped inside, her eyes shifted through the various people in the establishment. It was a quiet day with few patrons. She stepped up to order a mug of ale and as she was waiting she caught sight of a young man with messy brown hair near the bar. Deciding that he might be an easily influenced sort of fellow, she spoke up to get his attention.
“Strange things are happening these days. And nobody is trusting nobody. Have you heard of the latest attacks?”
ReceiptMug of ale – 8cm