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The campo family try and settle in a new city.

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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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Bottom of the Barrel

Postby Lo'campo on April 6th, 2017, 4:18 pm

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Ravok, 8th of Spring 517 A.V
"So what now?" Ren asked finally breaking the silience that resided withing them for 3 days now. They were in Ravok, with no job, no home and barely any money to their name. Sas said nothing, Lo' gave a grunt acknowledging that he heard her, but not caring for any of her words. Ren scoffed, a readjustment of her back pack carrying the one change of clothes she had along with other things.

"It's just like mom died all over again." She started

"Ren." Sas spoke not wanting her twin to start up again. "What? We lose mother and go out on a wild goose hunt to find him, only to lose everything AGAIN! And have to travel to who knows where with not even a pot to piss in." Sas went to say something that would justify their reason for all of this but she couldn't find anything. She only stood there, her blonde hair falling slightly over her face as the warmness of tears began to roll down her cheeks.

"Losassa" Ren went to comfort her sister but stopped short in front of her father. She gave a glance to him, her fist balled tight causing her veins to pop in her wrists. He knew it was coming, he could have stopped her and thrown her onto the ground, but he decided to let it happen. Not because he didn't care or knew that it wouldn't have hurt, but because he knew she needed it. She needed to let it out and let go.

"This is all your fault!" She let out, her fist connecting with his upper abdomen. "She loved you! Adored you! Waited day and night for you to return! Why? Why weren't you there? Why didn't you come back?
If you're so great and powerful then w-why did you leave us? Why! Answer me dammit!"
She went to give him a kick to the side. Enough was enough.

Wrapping his arm around her leg he hoisted her up and held her with his other arm. "Put me down!" The emotional Ren sobbed as tears she'd been fighting fell like the rain. He let her hang as she kicked and tried to fight, but it soon calmed to a deep and sorrowful cry. Setting her down next to her sister, he pulled them in both letting their heads rest into his chest as they let out their tears. It was then that he realized what he'd been blind to this entire time. Sunberth, Jilene, the orphanage. His sister Minerva, the murders, even Oumoc. All that was left behind. He wasn't in Sunberth anymore. He was a fish out of water, out of his element. A single father with two daughters and a dark brother whom was bent on killing in a city that he knew nothing about.

If he could cry, he would have, and in that moment the universe had shifted a bit and showed a side of the Akalak that he didn't even know he had. "It'll be alright. He spoke reassuringly, kneeling a bit to kiss them both on their foreheads. "We just need to find a place to live and I can find a job...Lets find food first though. How does that sound?" He gave a smile while taking their hands. His head up and strides strong he began looking for the nearest tavern or inn.


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Bottom of the Barrel

Postby Lo'campo on Today, 4:32 am

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"The Malt House". The words lured the trio in with it's delicious smells of meats and other things being cooked. "Damn, do you guys think that we can afford this kind of food?" Ren whispered under her breath as she noticed the polished wood and other decor that set the mood of the establishment. The young woman had grown accustomed to the slums of Sunberth, and if the city of Sunberth taught her anything it was if it looked fancy then it was worth a lot of miza. Their minds were telling them to turn around and walk out, but their bellies would not let them, soon finding themselves at the bar counting out the miza to see how many they could spare.

The building had plenty of windows, but the lighting was horrible. Especially if one were trying to read or count something. "274 miza left. Seems like more than enough." He tried to sound reassuring to lighten the mood a little. The truth of the matter was that they were broke, dead broke to be exact. In fact, they were so broke that they only had enough to fully cover two of them this season if he'd done the math right.

"Oh the pain of parenthood right?"

Oumoc mentally chimed. Lo'campo didn't know if the comment was actually genuine or a method of teasing from his darker brother, either way though he was right. He needed to find work, fast. He could not fathom the thought of losing one of his daughters, but at the same time knew that he needed to keep his strength up so he could provide. The term being stuck between a rock and a hard place never made more sense to the Akalak than now.

"Could I get you three anything?" the bartender asked

"Hold off, I'll take them" A voice called out from afar. "Grayson Falks nice to meet you. I haven't seen your faces around here, new? To the city that is." He spoke in a smooth and calming voice, deep yet mesmerizing a bit and it made the Akalak uneasy. "Why by looking at you I would say that the pleasure is all mine." Ren shot back at him. Lo' made a grunt and she kicked him under the table. Anyone that knew Ren could say that she was as flirtatious as she was friendly and she was not friendly at all. They were broke, hungry, lost and other things and if giving this guy the time of day meant helping them gain something in this city then she was all for it. She was just using what she had to get what they needed.

"Ooh, well why don't we get you started with some bread and a good meal for you and?

"Her sister, hi my name is Lauren, and this is our...bodyguard Loumoco." Sas chimed in helping with the lie. She herself was a horrible liar but she doubted the man would think that someone would lie to a complete stranger or even care to what their names were. Lo'campo was furious as he tried to stop his blue face from turning purple. Loumoco? What kind of name was that?

"Alright then some bread and 3 good meals for Lou, Lauren and the lovely miss." Grayson winked to which Ren fake blushed and batted her eyes. "If only he knew the monster he was dealing with" Lo'campo mumbled as the tavern owner walked away. Yes he was upset but it had gained them a meal and maybe even an ally in this city. He would address after they ate, maybe even ask the lad if he knew any leads for work.
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