A long Ride (Slagheap) [open]

[Tikon]

9th Fall 511AV It had been a long journey here. A very long journey indeed. He could sense his draft horse underneath him was growing increasingly tired. And why not? The horse was at this moment was carrying all of his possessions along with him. He was an outcast, completely disowned by his kind. So he left them and went to the surface, he took with him the raw material of his craft, his weapon and his horse. That was all he needed in order to make it in this world. He was an Isur! Strong, proud and defiant to the end. He wouldn’t let being simply cast out claim his dignity or respect. No, he would make everything anew. Just like he knew he could. He was skilled; this much he knew. And he was going to make his way here, in this city. He really didn’t know what he was doing here to tell the truth. Sunberth…an interesting place but a place as good as any to start in. He just needed to make it somewhere, he was skilled, but he wondered just how far this skill could and would take him. He wore what he could scrounge before leaving; simple unassuming clothing with a black robe draped over it. His armor was tucked away in the saddlebags of his draft horse, and his bastard sword was at his side. He was passing into the city now, and spotted an interesting spot. A large pile of something. It was a slag heap. He knew the smell and the look. But what was this massive heap of burning noxious mass doing here? He was pondering this for a while. Why would anyone leave such a thing here? He looked around it and well it almost seemed like the city was proud of it. Proud? How could anyone be proud of such an establishment? He didn’t understand and had a feeling that there was much more of that to come as he made his way closer to the slag heap. He got close and then dismounted looking about. There were some people here, but none that really stood out to him as of now. He looked up to his draft horse and shook his head speaking Isur to it. “You know, I think this is my kinda place. General terror, a city that is locally insane. It is indeed an interesting place.” He looked about and well here was as good a place as any to just take it all in. And take it all in he did. The smell of the slag heap hit him full on. It would’ve floored him only he was almost prepared for it. He shook his head as if that was going to get rid of it. Stretching he then shook his head a little. He looked about and well took it all in again. Yes, this was the place for him to start. Somewhere unassuming where he could make his mark and do something. Maybe there was a smith about these parts. Yes there could be a smith around here somewhere. That would be a good place to start maybe. He could get employment there.

[Bob Barton]

A lot of people come to the Slag Heap for a lot of different reasons especially since the place serves no purpose. Bob knows one of them very well. On his first days in Sunberth he visited the place hearing that it was the one place which describes Sunberth for what it is. It ended up in a failed mugging where he had to kill the mugger but it could be said to be a mercy killing. Today Bob came for another reason. He was scouting out places for "the plan".

The only people who knew about it so far was Bob himself but that didn't mean that there won't be others. He already had a few in mind but the first things he would have to do is get the bases in order and the location was one of them. He had a little list of his own just to find out the best location based on his rather limited experience from busking in Syliras. The better you get all these conditions, the more money you get from the suckers you attract and Sunberth has plenty of those who wanted to make a quick buck.

The List for the Great Sunberth Rat Race

• Size
• Location
• Accessibility
• Hiding places
• Escape routes
• Control
  
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Bob started walking around in circles around the area before walking to the middle counting each step he took. "Hundred and three...hundred and four...hundred and forty three...hundred and forty four..." Hundred and forty four? That wasn't right. He was at around a hundred before that as far as he knew. Did he miss hundred and one? No, he remembered saying that. How about hundred and two? He said that too. Forget this stupid measuring!" he said in anger and walked right to the center where the burning heap was.

From there he looked around the slag heap. It looked big enough if it wasn't for the other heaps around the area but if people wanted to watch it badly enough they can always sit on the other heaps. At least it will give the place some character just like the people of Sunberth he was expecting to come. So that was the first two conditions out of the way, and a bonus. It had good lighting. That was another condition on the list and Bob quickly scribbled on it. It smelt very, very bad though but the rats were going to be the ones here and the less people who want to be near the easier it would be for Bob to not get caught when he...nudges the match in the direction he wants.

After that he went to the road he came from. The only road here away from Sunberth. Yes one, but Bob still crossed off accessibility off the list. Why? Simple. It was because everyone who is anyone, actually even a nobody in Sunberth would know where the Slag Heap was. Newcomers to Sunberth could even find the place easily if they wanted to. All they had to do was ask someone. Which was probably what this Isur with the horse. Bob would not have been able to make the guess if not for all the things that the horse had on it. It just screamed out traveler and if that was the case, the Isur was probably here for the same reason Bob was here last season.

Today Bob had a goal in mind coming to the Slag Heap so he had no time to waste on the isur. Ignoring him, Bob stepped somewhere in front of him to look around. "Only one route here. How will I run away if I need to?" he asked himself aloud. Not that it would be a problem since many people have their own ways here but if Bob did need to escape it would mean everything turned out bad and it would be chaos. Chaos needed some pre-planned route to escape. Holding out his list to the front, Bob looked at its side to try and focus more on where he looked.