Open New Arrival

A new face in an old city. Tyrek gets his bearings, but becomes more than he bargained for.

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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]

New Arrival

Postby Tyrek on January 24th, 2014, 12:34 am

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Day 54 of Winter in the Year 513 AV

Bloated corpses. Bodies of dead family members. Home engulfed in a blazing inferno. Everything gone.

Tyrek bolted upright from his bed, gasping. His torso was drenched with sweat. His heart hammered in his chest as he tried to get his breathing under control. "It was just another nightmare," Tyrek tried calming himself as he shakily ran a hand through his tousled hair.

A lump in the blanket next to him moved. A little nose wiggled its way out from under the single blanket. The rest of the form appeared a few seconds later to reveal a small sea otter. It shook out its sleek coat before tilting its head inquisitively up at its companion.

Tyrek looked down and a wry smile momentarily flashed across his face but disappeared just as quickly as it came. He absentmindedly stroked his tavan companion as he tried to push the lingering thoughts away concerning the night terror. The nightmares were sporadic. But he knew better than to assume they were gone if they didn’t show up for a new nights.

Tyrek settled back onto his bed, one hand under his head, the other gently stroking his friend whom had curled up on his chest, not quite ready to get up for the day. The first hint of daylight slowly began creeping through the material covering the window.

The past couple weeks had been relatively uneventful. He had spent the better part of his time wandering the streets of Ravok, slowly painting a picture in his mind of the layout of the small, floating structure. Bridges, canals, closely built structures, alleyways, it was an intricate maze that would take more than a cursory glance to get familiar with.


"Don’t make a move until you have at least three different ways out," played through Tyrek's head, a saying he had heard during his wandering days and he took that saying to heart. His line of work was one of careful planning. Observation. Deft hands. Only fools dove into his trade head first without seeing what they were up against. "That or desperation," he mused.

He spent a considerable amount of time keeping a keen eye out for local pickpockets, observing the flow of the crowds, reading body language, gauging what people thought of one another. He had spent enough time playing the game to know what to look for. He took special interest in the activity of the Ebonstryfe. From what he had seen, they were incredibly dangerous and not to be trifled with.

The material around the window, slowly grew brighter as sunlight slowly began to filter around its edges. The sound of the city coming awake gradually trickled through the walls. Tyrek sighed and threw back his blanket. The small mammal, blinked lazily as the half-naked man gently pushed him off his chest. The sea otter landed in a heap on the mattress and chittered at him annoyed.

Tyrek got to his feet and made the short trek across the room to a basin of water that stood on a small stool. A small mirror was nailed to the wall. He stared at his reflection, blue eyes staring pensively back at him. The past couple days, on the other hand, had been rough. Not being a citizen was probably one of the biggest hassles he'd faced in quite some time. He knew he'd have to get down to the Citizen Registration Office and deal with it, but he wasn't quite ready for that bureaucratic battle.

Tyrek grunted and splashed cold water on his face. It was done and over with now. The paperwork was safely stored away. He pushed those thoughts out of his mind. He looked around his scarcely furnished room, water dripping down his face. He had recently purchased an apartment in the Docks but now, it was time to find work.

Tyrek slipped into his clothes, taking a moment to hide his stiletto in his right boot and his dirk on the left side of his belt. He adjusted his well-worn coat and checked to make sure both weapons were secure and concealed. He gave one last look at his tavan champion that laid curled up on his bed, before pulling down his hood over his face and walking through the doorway, disappearing from sight.
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Postby Tyrek on January 24th, 2014, 5:52 am

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Day 54 of Winter in the Year 513 AV

Tyrek squinted as he stepped out from his small apartment, the sunlight shining down upon the city of Ravok. The floating island of wood and stone was slowly coming alive as store shop owners began unlocking their doors, merchants were setting up their stalls and the local Ravokians came from their homes to go about their daily business.

The hunched figure stepped away from his door, arms held loosely by his side. He merged into the crowd, getting a feel for the people. It took some time getting used to blending in with them, each place was different, but he'd pick it up soon enough. The Svefra let the mass sweep him along as he lifted his gaze from under his hood and swept his penetrating blue eyes across the plaza. His mission for the day was to scout out the Plaza of Dark Delight. He had heard of its unsavory reputation wanted to see if it lived up to its name.

The atmosphere seemed to change as the more common shops seemed to disappear. Tyrek sensed a more ominous presence as he was ushered farther into the recesses of the Dark Delight. The crowd began to thin out leaving the less reputable people in the swarm of individuals. Tyrek passed what seemed to be an open aired pavilion. Iron poles rose from the ground with many different kinds of races shackled to them. He noted a large stage sent up in the center heavily guarded by members of the Ebonstryfe. They had begun to bring out the slaves as they got ready to auction them off.
“The Ebonstryfe seem to have their dirty little hands in everything around here.” He processed that thought and filed it away for later. He gave the Slave Market one last look before it disappeared from view. Tyrek wasn’t against slavery but he himself had no need for it.

He split off from the rowdy group and slipped into a nearby alleyway when he arrived at his destination. The House of Immortal Pleasures seemed to leer at him as he stationed himself across the way. The Svefra leaned up against the wall, a few feet from the entrance of the alley. He crossed his arms across his chest, watching as men entered and left the seemingly ordinary building.

From what he had seen so far, prostitution was legal in Ravok.
“Something the Ebonstryfe no doubt have their hands in as well,” Tyrek thought to himself intrigued. He was fairly impressed with what the Ebonstryfe had managed to dip their purses into. Large sums of mizras exchanged hands in the brothel and he knew this one was no exception. A plan slowly started forming in his mind as he gazed at the ugly building. But before he could make a move, he would need more information. But that kind of intel would require him to enter the said brothel.

He only resorted to pickpocketing and other means of larceny when he needed the practice, the last thing he wanted was to get rusty. It just seemed so bland. Any street urchin could pickpocket a careless vendor or throw a rock through a window if they were quick enough. He wasn’t really interested in the money, if he were honest with himself. And it wasn’t a matter of not having any other skills. He could easily be hired on with a legitimate job at any shipyard. He was more than capable. He was responsible even. But it lacked something. Those jobs were just so mundane.

The idea of stealing from a government approved brothel, spiting the most feared military group in Mizahar and angering some probably very important people who would be losing a lot of money, sent a chill of excitement through his spine. The city would be in an uproar. It wasn’t about the money, not really. There was a sense of beauty in…chaos.

He rubbed the scruff along his jaw as he pondered the word. Chaos. He had no idea why he enjoyed it so much. It just seemed fitting. Ever since his pod died, he blamed Laviku. He could have saved them. But he didn't. Tyrek turned his back on Laviku and hadn't looked towards another god since.

He blinked and shifted slightly. He realized he had let his mind wander from the task at hand. He scolded himself and began thinking again. He didn't know what he wanted to do yet, but a plan was slowly forming. The challenge called to him. It would make a lot of people angry, he’d most likely be killed if caught. But if he succeeded…

He didn't want to just be known as a petty thief, he wanted more. But that would take time. Thoughts raced through his mind as he mulled over the details, planning his next move. Suddenly a shadow stepped in front on the alley way, blocking the light. Tyrek shook his head, clearing his thoughts. He slowly raised his head as understanding dawned on him. Realizing what was about to happen, a small smile played at the corners of his mouth. He tilted his head over his shoulder slightly, looking behind him. Two other men advanced from the other end of the alley, confirming his suspicions.

He had seen this happen many times since his arrival. The majority of tourists met a similar fate. Crime was common in Ravok and if someone didn’t belong, it showed. Visitors usually didn’t last very long. They either high tailed it out of the city or soon disappeared. He knew it was only a matter of time until he was approached. As hard as he tried at remaining nondescript, there were some tail tell signs that he had not learned to conceal yet.

Tyrek sighed and pushed off the wall to mask his movements as he faced the first figure. In one fluid motion he slipped his hand under his coat where his dirk lay concealed, freeing the weapon from the leather strap that kept it secured to the sheath and then casually looped his thumbs through his belt. He prepared himself for the confrontation that was inevitably coming his way.

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Postby Tyrek on January 25th, 2014, 5:37 am

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Day 54 of Winter in the Year 513 AV

“I was wondering when it’d be my turn,” Tyrek mumbled to himself.

“What’d ye’ say ye’ petching waste of space?” The rough looking man swaggered up to Svefra. A thin scar ran from behind his ear up towards his mouth. Tyrek glanced over his shoulder. The other two equally rough looking men blocked his path. He was trapped. Tyrek looked back at the first man silently and met his stare.

The man’s lip curled into a wicked smile revealing missing teeth,
“Yer’ not from around here,” He pulled out a short club from his belt, hefted it in one hand and snarled. “We don’t like people not from around here.” The two men behind the Svefra chuckled evilly and each pulled out their own weapons.

One of the men behind Tyrek spoke up,
"Now give us your money and we won’t hurt you too bad." The third man laughed and nudged the other.

“Running out of choices here...” Tyrek grit his teeth irritably, looking at the man in front of him. Things were not going as planned. He felt the weight of his dirk at his side but was reluctant to use it. He didn’t want to kill the men. The last thing he needed was to be hunted for killing residents of Ravok his first few weeks here.

He raised both of his hands in surrender,
“My money bag is attached to my belt.” The man with the missing teeth gestured for the lackeys behind Tyrek to take the money. One of the men eagerly reached out his hand towards Tyrek’s belt. The moment the man went to move aside the brown coat, Tyrek grabbed his fist with his other hand and slammed his elbow backwards into the man’s face. There was a crunch as his elbow connected with the man’s nose, smashing the cartilage flat. The man screamed and lurched backwards, dropping his cudgel and grabbing his face. Blood poured out from the ruined face, but Tyrek didn't take the time to look, he was already in motion.

Before the brute in front of him had time to react, Tyrek took a step forward and swung his fist intending to knock the remaining teeth from his head. A satisfying crack resounded from the man’s skull as the Svefra’s knuckles smashed into his face. The man grunted and stumbled back but shook it off. He snarled at Tyrek and raised his club.

Tyrek winced and shook his hand, pain radiating from where his fist smashed into bone.
“Shyke, this is why I hate hand to hand combat...” He was never good at fist fights and his lack of training showed. The element of surprise was gone and Tyrek was running out of options.

Suddenly there was an explosion of pain at the back of his head and Tyrek found himself driven to his knees. Black dots covered his vision and he leaned one hand against the wall trying to get back to his feet, but the blow left him dazed. The man who Tyrek had punched, swung his club down towards the Svefra’s face. Tyrek saw the incoming blow through the haze and weakly raised an arm to deflect the attack.

The club came down hard on his limb, knocking him onto his back. The man who had tried to crush his skull, loomed above him, grinning evilly.
“Well, well, well, look at the scum, groveling at my feet, right where you belong.” The thug looked down at Tyrek who was motionless on the ground. The blow to his head was enough to keep him from ever wanting to get up ever again. He tried fighting fairly. He should have known better.

The Ravokian crouched down on his heels, both arms resting on his knees, leering at his victim. Tyrek mumbled something quietly. The man chuckled, cudgel held loosely in one hand.
“You’re gonna have to speak up, we can’t hear you.” The Svefra mumbled something again. The thug frowned and leaned down closer to hear what he was saying.

“I don’t appreciate your attitude,” Tyrek hissed before jerking his dirk from its sheath and shoving it into the jugular of the man looming above him and out the back of his neck in an explosion of blood. Shock barely had time to register on the man’s face before Tyrek ripped the blade from the dying ruffian’s throat and rolled over. Tyrek staggered to his feet, leaning against the wall unsteadily, and pointed the twelve inch blade at the remaining man.

Adrenaline coursed through the Svefra’s body as he took a ragged breath.
“You have two options available to you,” Tyrek swayed as he jerked his head towards the two men laying on the ground behind him, one dead and the other still moaning, holding his face. “You can either end up like them or leave. Now. If you attack me again, I won’t hesitate to kill you.” He never enjoyed killing but when it was him or them...Tyrek pushed the thought away; the last thing he needed was a body count against him.

The man with the scar, hesitated before turning around and running. Tyrek watched him until he was gone before slumping against the wall, exhausted. He looked down towards the two men that laid on the ground. He felt a stab of remorse for his actions before pushing them aside. They attacked him, he did what he had to. Tyrek sighed and slowly bent down, wiping his blade clean on the shirt of the dead man.

He needed to leave before anyone looked down the alleyway and saw him. He sheathed his blade and covered it with his coat. All thoughts of finding any more information about the House of Immortal Pleasures was put on hold for the moment. He needed to keep a low profile for a little while. Either they, whoever they were, would leave him alone or come after him. At the moment, he was in no place to protect himself. He winced as he touched the back of his head where the cudgel had connected with his skull. His hair was matted with blood, but damage seemed minimal. His arm on the other hand, was deeply bruised and had started to stiffen up. It didn’t seem broken though, Tyrek flexed his fingers slightly and grimaced. It’d be a while before it was completely healed.

Tyrek glanced up and down the street, seeing a lull in the traffic. If anyone saw the commotion, they ignored it and went about their business. He snorted,
"typical." But that was Ravok for you. He kept his head down as he stepped from the alley way and brothel. The windows seemed to stare accusingly at him as he moved away. He kept his guard up, eyes sweeping back and forth as he moved through the crowd. Only a bell had passed since he last came through here from his home. He needed a moment to recover from his beating. His planning could wait until another day.
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Postby Tyrek on January 26th, 2014, 11:48 pm

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Day 55 of Winter in the Year of 513 AV

Tyrek laid sprawled out on his bed. A cold compact was pressed against his head where he had taken the blow to his skull. There was still matted blood in his brown hair, but it was too painful to clean out. His left arm was deeply bruised and less than useless. He would have gone and brought some herbs to lessen the pain but he wasn’t ready to show his face outside yet.

The Svefra stared up at the ceiling. He was confided to his apartment but he wasn’t going to let that stop him from being productive. His mind churned as he began processing everything that had occurred the day before. He still needed more information about what happened behind the scenes at the brothel. Maybe if he was able to secure some kind of job inside the brothel, maybe some kind of security guard or bartender. He just needed a valid reason for being there to gather information. He even might get paid to.


“I get paid by them so I can exploit them,” he mused. “The irony.” He liked that. It’d be a long while before he had the skills necessary to pull off such a lavish scheme such as robbing them. But in the meantime, he would send out some probes, gather as much information as he could, keep an eye open and wait for the right opportunity for when he could succeed. It may be a week, a month or a year later, but he would be patient.

Even if he couldn’t get work, there were always other ways to explain why he was there. It would just require…expenditures. He wasn’t interested in spending time with the women, but in order to keep a decent cover it may require it.

Tyrek looked across the room and spotted a small basin of water sitting on a stool. A small sea otter lounged, stomach up, sleeping contently in the water. His tail was draped over the edge of the bowl, twitching slightly.
“Ahh, to live so simply,” He gazed fondly at his friend. They had been through a lot together.

His tavan companion didn’t have such a bad idea. Maybe some sleep would do him some good. Tyrek set the cold compress aside and gingerly laid his head down on his pillow. His eyes fluttered shut as he slowly drifted off to sleep…
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Postby Gui mea on January 27th, 2014, 12:10 am

Day 55 of Winter in the Year 513 AV
the room Tyrek was in suddenly would get colder.Not too cold, but it was still noticeable.
there was a woman, on the corner of the room.she wore a purple dress, that barely reached her knees.her gaze was a bit cold, almost as if she was staring through Tyrek's very body.

"are you...worthy?....no.It is a better question...to ask you if you are willing..."
the woman whispered, her voice gentle, but yet, it sounded distant.If the fact she was transparent, and the room was cold didn't give her away, her voice would be enough to give her away: she was indeed a ghost, someone who refused to pass away.
she slowly walked closer to Tyrek, looking at him with expectant eyes.her eyes showed few emotions...but they were very obvious: sadness and despair.
The woman walked closer, her gaze being more intense as she did so.


"Answer me...are you willing?"

the woman asked another time,this time her voice seemed deeper, and louder.Her gaze showed that she would not leave until her question was answered, even though it was extremely vague.
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Postby Tyrek on January 27th, 2014, 2:23 am

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Day 55 of Winter in the Year 513 AV

It seemed as if only moments had gone by when the Svefra had begun to drift off. A cold chill began to seep into the room. Tyrek’s face twisted into a frown as he pulled the blanket up towards his chin. But it didn’t seem to help. It began to grow so cold that it actually dragged him from his semi-conscious state.

Tyrek sat up groggily and leaned down to pick up his shirt off the floor for extra insulation. A woman stood silently in his apartment. He froze momentarily, shocked as his eyes tried to understand what he was seeing.
“What the-,” But then instincts kicked in and he reached for his stiletto under his pillow and threw it. The blade spun end over end through the air, directly towards the intruder. The small knife passed harmlessly through the body and clattered to the floor on the other side.

“Shyke,” Tyrek cursed seeing his attack do no harm to the invader. He kicked off the blanket and leaped to his feet, reaching for his dirk sitting on the small table beside his bed. He jerked it from its sheath and held it across his chest, warily. The woman remained motionless as it seemed to stare through his soul. It didn’t seem to be attacking him, but he didn’t let his guard down. He silently met her stare, blue eyes flashing. He looked at her more closely. The woman wore a purple dress that reached her knees. He had a hard time looking at her, it seemed as if the edges around her were blurred.

A ghost. He should have realized that when the knife passed through her body, but his brain was still trying to process what he was seeing. He had never seen a ghost before, much less had his personal space breached by one. The apparition spoke.

Tyrek jumped slightly when he heard her voice. It was gentle but carried a depth that seemed to resound in his chest. He almost had to strain to hear it, almost as if it were coming from far away. He didn’t know much about ghosts, other than stories of hauntings.

But that’s all he thought they were.

She slowly walked closer to the Svefra, looking at him expectantly. Despair seemed to radiate from her being, dropping the temperature ever so slightly.
“Am I worthy…willing? What the shyke is this…ghost talking about?” He had no idea what was going on or what this wraith wanted from him. He had enough problems to deal with.

“Answer me…are you willing?” The woman prodded, growing more insistent. Tyrek gaze at the ghost pensively, mulling over her question. She didn’t seem like she would be going anywhere until she had her answer.

“I’m not one to jump into some…scheme at the request of a…ghost without knowing exactly what I’m getting myself into. What exactly do you want with me?” He was still wary of the spirit that had showed up during his nap and he wasn’t quite convinced that he was safe. He held the dagger at the ready as he waited for her response.
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Postby Gui mea on January 28th, 2014, 3:41 pm

Day 55 of Winter in the Year 513 AV

The ghost continued staring at Tyrek, deeper than ever, and completely unfazed by his attacks.She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out, almost as if she was hesitating.She wasn't sure how to explain it to him, now that she thought about it.After a few seconds of thinking, she opened her mouth to say something, but this time with less hesitation.

"I am looking for someone who isn't scared of ghosts...so they can help me..."
she said, thinking of how to continue.Even though she was a ghost, she didn't lose her rational ability, but yet, she had trouble thinking as someone alive.She didn't remember emotions.She did not remember happiness, anger and such.The only feelings that still had in her mind was fear,sadness and despair.Yet again she opened her mouth, to continue her sentence
"I ask you for help...for someone to help me to...find knowledge."
the ghost said, with pleading eyes.Even though she knew it was sudden, she could not help but hope that this man would be the kind soul who will guide her to make her father proud
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Postby Tyrek on January 29th, 2014, 2:46 am

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Day 55 of Winter in the Year 513 AV

Tyrek continued to hold the blade in front of him, eyeing the apparition warily. He was not thrilled at having been so rudely awoken. Much less by a dead person who came back to haunt someone. Most likely him, he had the worst luck. He would have preferred it if he could defend himself, but seeing the uselessness of his attacks, he was at a severe disadvantage. He knew next to nothing about ghosts, so he was unsure if it could hurt him and to what extent. But he wasn’t planning on finding out.

The form didn’t even blink when the stiletto passed through her, clattering to the floor. Tyrek tried to fight his instincts that screamed at him to fight and look past the threat, as it didn’t seem as if the ghost was trying to harm him. It almost seemed as if the semi-transparent figure was trying to speak. She opened her mouth but nothing came out. Tyrek shifted his stance slightly, confused.
“Was it going to try and suck out his soul? Maybe it would maim him through sonic waves…” He clamped down on his imagination as it threatened to get out of control.

“What the skyfe is going on here?” None of this made sense.

The woman finally managed to find her voice and spoke, her eerie voice sending chills down his spine. Her voice was almost alluring, it was distinctly feminine, but it had surreal quality to it. Almost otherworldly. He shook his head, trying to clear it. He needed to focus. He was still as lost as when the ghost first appeared.

He listened to her words, hearing them, but not understanding what she was saying. They were speaking the same language, but nothing it said made any sense. She seemed to ramble on about something. The ghost seemed…lost. The irony of it didn’t escape him.


“She needed help? Out of all the building she could have chosen in the entire city of Ravok, mine was the one she picked…” He sighed inwardly, cursing his luck.

He finally addressed her,
“I’ll be less scared when I know exactly what you want from me. I need to know if you intend on hurting me before we continue this conversation.” If it did result to violence, he knew it would not be in his favor and he really had no plan out of the situation. He could only hope to distract while he devised a strategy. “While we’re at it, who are you, what’s your name?”

He gazed at her pensively as he drilled her with questions, “What kind of knowledge do you need? I’m not a librarian or a magic wielder. You’d have better luck finding someone else to help you.”
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Postby Gui mea on January 29th, 2014, 4:19 pm

Day 55 of Winter in the Year 513 AV
"but...you're the only one I can turn into for help...I'm...I'm scared of other mages"
the ghost looked at Tyren, her eyes still looking at his...but instead of the penetrating gaze from before, it was an almost teary one.
She showed no hostile signs at all, as she slowly floated outside of the house...and then she let out a scream.
she flew back to where Tyren was.she was about to try to shake him but then she remembered he was armed

"Its horrible! I left my pendant right outside the door, thinking it would be fast but...but...someone stole it!They even left a letter, but I couldn't understand a single word of it!"
the ghost shouted, waving her arms.Even if she was still a ghost, she still felt sad about losing the only thing that truly could remember her of her past.
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