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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]

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Hard Work Never Killed Anyone

Postby Alija on October 7th, 2016, 9:55 pm

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Rositor was built like the mountains, with a cold heart and rough appearance. It suited him, for that was what he knew. He was master of the mountains too. Nothing happened there without his knowledge. A spy couldn't walk two steps on a trail without Rositor knowing. A traitor couldn't hide for a day. A strain of minerals couldn't go a bell without him noticing it.

Just like the one he had discovered, the reason why he had been waiting for one of the Ebonstryfe to actually come out and greet. He was meant to be a paladin; with his callous, private personality, few would actually be able to tell people that. Few would be able to tell people anything. That was one of the consequences of working in the Wildlands. No one knew him. He liked it that way.

Finally a soldier had come to greet him, and he had told them the details they needed to know. He had found a possible collection of iron, east of Ravok, about six bells of walking. He was setting out to gather it that day. Unsurprisingly, there had been no one to join him. Of course not. When was there ever.

The trader he spoke to didn't seem particularly interested in his problems. Rostitor didn't care, continuing his complaining. The trader had nothing better to do. He wasn't going to be let in, the paladin knew that much. So he may as well stand there and listen.

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The ferry shifted to a stop by the docks of the Southern Trading Post, Alija stepping off briskly from the shifting platform. Syna had brushed the sky with her presence, but she was mostly obscured with the grey smudges of cloud that hid her face.

People moved in clumps around her, most shifting to the stone tower before them, with a select few fleeing from its place watching them. She followed them, setting up along the path with determination in her stride. Determination that she didn't understand. She had come here with a longing to flee the city, remove the clinging feeling of chaos, and to explore. No reasons, no important ones, anyway. Simply following her feelings, as she found herself having to do more and more recently. In fact, it was so much that she wasn't certain it was following any more - forced was a better fitting word.

The village of tents and wooden structures that met her took her in gratefully, letting her get lost in the wagons and crates of trade goods, from simple fruits to more exotic pottery and clothing. People were selling, people were buying, people were simple being and doing all around her, which let Alija lose herself in the commotion. The dirt felt nice, as did the lack of the lake. Truly, she longed for the sea, but this was good enough.

She brushed past a man with an over-large backpack, muttering a quick word of apology, before stopping. Did he just say something about mining? Yes, that was it. He was moaning. He was going to mine alone. Even with her limited experience with how the metal she worked with was mined, she had a feeling going alone wasn't a good idea. This man clearly didn't like it, didn't he?

Pausing for a moment, she debated it. It wouldn't hurt to try, would it? She longed to understand where the metal she got came from, and this man wouldn't mind some help, even if it was just company. "I'm sorry," she stuttered, tapping him lightly on his shoulder. He turned, cold face looking straight through her, "Sorry, I just happened to overhear you were going mining?"

"And what is it to you?" he spat out, twisting his head a little more.

"I just thought - I'm a smith you see, metal is my life - maybe I could come, learn a little mining? I'm a quick learner and work hard - I could help you, right? Sorry, this seems so..." she trailed off, wishing she commandeered the same confidence at all points in her life, rather than just in some.

He sized her up, and Alija hoped she made a good impression. She had muscles for mining, under her tunic, and her choice of clothing, leggings rather than a skirt or dress, was suited for the work, and the journey. And she was eager, definitely. Finally, he nodded, "You do what I say, you do all the work. Understand?"

Alija nodded gratefully, "Of course, more than happy to. I want to learn."

He gave a half laugh, turning back to the trader he had been talking with, "Wait there, I'll be with you in a moment," he directed at her quickly. She nodded, stepping back. Her mind was focused on the ore she hoped they would find.

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Hard Work Never Killed Anyone

Postby Roan Blacktide on October 8th, 2016, 6:25 pm

He had been going about his business that day just like any other day. Tiered after the early morning shift at the docks he would stumble groggily along the tents and stalls on his way home, looking to buy some food and a fresh fish for the cat, a bit of grain to go in the pot. Such was this living - day to day. Hour by hour. But he didn't mind it. Things came easier to him when he let his mind wonder. His body was automatic, chiselled by the routine.

This was perhaps the reason the unexpected sight grabbed the boy's attention so very instantly. Ravok was filled with beautiful women but they weren't 'his kind' of women. He didn't quite care for the most recent fashion and fancy upper-class makeup. She was pretty - this one. Naturally pretty as he stood frozen for a moment watching the as golden rays brushed though her hair like a comb. As she walked past him Roan's eyes trailed, entranced by the way her body moved beneath her. The way her ankles owned the path. He quite liked her posterior.

Perhaps a minor detour wouldn't hurt anybody.

Roan would weave though the crowd after her, falling quite enough steps behind so that he'd not seem the creepy stranger stalking a girl home but rather a charming, electric gentleman catching her off guard with a polite hello, perhaps a spicy flirt - or so he had imagined it in his head. Like all boys however he lacked the charisma and vastly overestimated himself.

And perhaps his luck was cursed that day or perhaps he had never any to begin with, but by the time he had caught up enough to her and the time was just right, just perfect to come out with some cheesy pickup line, she was already conversing with someone else. Rotten luck. He was truly the child of Kelwyn - a lost cause.

"Sorry, I just happened to overhear you were going mining?"

"And what is it to you?"

"I just thought..."

Roan overheard the conversation with his heel already dug into the dirt, ready to turn around and carry on his way, banishing that pretty face from his memory.

"I'm a smith you see, metal is my life - maybe I could come, learn a little mining?"

And there it was - his in. His context. An excuse to save all the cheesy chat-up lines for another day and not embarrass himself just yet. He took a moment to size up the man she was talking to before attempting to grab her attention.

"A smith, eh? You don't say. What a coincidence cos, well, so am I." he lied though his teeth and did his best to make it as convincing as he could with a wide smile on his face and an unwavering to his voice and a general jolly tone."Forgive me. I really didn't mean to overhear your conversation . Geez, these coincidences, right?" he would nod his forehead in a greeting, filling the air with his voice so that she hadn't the opportunity to dismiss him. "I'm Roan by the way. I work just a little while away from here. Tell you what, if there's a spot for a 3rd in your party I wouldn't mind helping out. When it comes to mining you could always use extra muscle right?"
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Hard Work Never Killed Anyone

Postby Alija on December 2nd, 2016, 5:55 pm

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A voice behind her made her head spin, catching the man in her view. He was young, but with muscle, and his smile made him all the more believable. She didn't recognise him though, which annoyed her. Surely she would have seen him if he worked in any of the city's smithies - she had spent plenty of time in all of them, whether it was for work or because she found it the best place to spend her time off. Thankfully, he didn't recognise her either. Perhaps he had his own little shop, or worked at one similar. Maybe he didn't even work as a smith at all, but had another profession that stopped him from smithing.

"Pleased to meet you, Roan," Alija stuck her hand out, much more open and relaxed. He was a smith, after all, one of her kind. They were on the same ground, the two of them, "My name's Alija. What sort of smith, may I ask? I myself don't like to specialise, but perhaps you do?"

Rositor was less cordial, giving the man a sharp nod, before focusing on the trader he was conversing with, clearly finding that conversation a tad more interesting than the one the blacksmiths were having. It didn't take long for him to finish, however, grumbling something neither could understand to him, before turning around steadily. "I'm ready. Shall we go?"

The party moved away from the bustle of the outpost, to a carriage that was tied up roughly at the edge of the outpost, mountains all around. Most was covered in a layer of canvas, but you didn't need to see the contents to know what they were. Supplies, tools, anything the group would need for a journey up the mountains with mining on their minds. A small pony was tied to it, stocky but strong, despite its stature. Rositor grumbled at that thing too, before leading the troupe away, carriage alongside them.

The paladin moved quickly, taking long strides and rarely stopping. His rucksack shook as he moved, towering over him, but it didn't slow him, Alija struggling to keep up with his pace. There was no time for a casual stroll and a pleasant conversation - her mouth felt dry and her lungs were empty, unaccustomed to walking this fast, this far. Sharp teeth rose up to the sky around them, but they seemed to be an eternity away, despite their speed.

Their silence was only broken by the noise of the pony and carriage, by their footsteps and panting breath. The wildlife was still around them, Alija peering curiously around just in case. She hoped for a waterskin, then realised she had none, and continued, swallowing nothing and licking her lips.

The journey continued for three bells, but she wasn't certain exactly. By now, Syna was clearly in the sky, beating down on them, except from when the dark mountains gave them shadows. As they neared the base of a particularly daunting one, they slowed, Alija grateful for the change in speed. The hairs on her neck began to prickle, half from excitement, half from fear. All alone, out here, so far from the city, was strange. She was never one to adventure far from her home, and when she had, she had always been with friends, with people she knew and trusted.

Dark grey, clouds moved to cover the sun, the atmosphere changing quickly. The weather was definitely worsening, and Alija wasn't certain whether it was a good idea to proceed. Turning to find Rostitor, who had gathered a few more items from the cart, she looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to call the expedition off.

"What are you staring at?" he snapped gruffly, still his grumpy mood. The walk had done nothing to temper it, the man looking completely unaffected. "The next part's tough, lots of rough terrain. Anyone for dropping out, or can we get going?"

So the possibility of rain didn't daunt him. Alija opened her mouth to protest, to say something, to question him, but she stopped, too scared of the man who clearly had more experience than she had. Surely he knew what was best, and if that was continuing up the mountain, so be it. "Can I have some water?" she asked instead, getting a waterskin roughly. She enjoyed her drink, but left plenty, handing it back quickly. When would they get to the metal? That was the part she wanted.
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