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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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Postby Prophet on April 14th, 2017, 2:24 am

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81st of Spring
6th Bell


There was a slight cloud cover in the early morning and a bit of fog rising from the canals. Syna was just rising over the eastern horizon when the first scream was heard. The ear-splitting tone was echoed within ticks from another part of Ravok and then accompanied by the whistles of the City Guard. Within the next fifteen chimes, there were a series of screams across the heart of the lake and a whole chorus of whistles. The great bell tower rang out a warning which roused every soul in Rhsyol's great paradise.

By the time the average citizen had managed to get out of bed and down to the water, the bustle of the floating city was in full swing but to a much different tune. Instead of ravosalas carting people back and forth to various shops and businesses, the skinny ships were mostly docked aside from a few that had been commandeered by the black armored soldiers of the Ebonstryfe. City Guard patrols were everywhere helping to usher people around a few locations*The Citizen’s Registration Office, The Nitrozian Estate, The Defiled Blade, Tarsin’s Boarding House, The Slave Market, The People’s Market which had been cordoned off. Amidst the uniformed guards and armored soldiers were the black robed and cloaked men and women of the Black Sun. Some were directing the people and members of the other organizations while others seemed merely content to watch the events from shadowy corners. Anyone wishing to travel to the shore was denied. The great doors of the shipyard opened and a handful of vessels, some even partially painted, took to the calm waters and began to circle the city. Fishermen were directed to dock and forgo their duties for the day as were any traders who had access to a water glider or barge.

The immediate areas where the commotion seemed to be centered were crowded. The citizen population wanted answers while the law keepers and soldiers wanted control. This created thick lines of people on both sides who tried to exert their will upon the opposition. In truth, the populace wouldn’t rise up against their protectors and it was mostly due to respect, not fear –but curiosity is a powerful motivator. Some people found points of elevation from which to spy and called out details to those at water level but the organization of the Black Sun and its subsidiaries was the ultimate victor. The scenes were blocked off in neat squares of black cloth; a heavy material woven from the cast-offs of the lily pad farms which made a nearly waterproof mat. These were draped in such a way that officials and witnesses could move in and around the area without the evidence being seen or contaminated.

As one might suspect, the rumors of what had taken place ranged from a sneak attack by the Syliran knights to monsters to Rhsyol making an example out of a nonbeliever. Some people, like the ravosalamen, were not happy to be put out of work while other were overjoyed and found better uses for their time. By the time Syna’s orb was completely visible (8th Bell), the areas around the restricted sites had swelled with nosey neighbors, wannabe investigators, children and even people who had simply gotten bored and fallen victim to the many hyped rumors.

However, behind the scenes and the tarps, investigations were being conducted on a multitude of levels. Dozens of arrests had been made and most of them were kept secret. Inside the Nitrozian Estate, Ebonstryfe and City Guardsmen flanked entries and exits while Black Sun agents and acolytes took statements and testimonies. A city guardsman with a red skullcap walked to where his Commandant was standing and handing out orders. There was a man with one white eye dressed in a thin, black suit who held a black leather case. There were three other more experienced guards there as well and the group stood just inside the Nitrozian’s foyer.

“Master Sitanos told us to question everyone. The chief of estate, Nestor, has explained that every family member has been sent back to their rooms for questioning.” He looked to the Black Sun agent then back to his men. “This man is now your captain. Obey him as you would me. I am needed elsewhere but your oaths still apply.” With a look of almost regret, the Commandant stepped from the house and into the cool air of the morning. The agent looked at each one and nodded then headed upstairs.

A chime later, there was a knock on Evarista’s door. The cherry turned the knob but found it locked. A leather-bound fist beat against the wood but a polite voice carried behind it. “Please open your door. We have some questions for you.” The agent smiled and moved the recruit aside. From inside his jacket, he retrieved a pick and rake. Within moments, the lock clicked and he opened the door a few inches. The agent stepped back and an elder guardsman stepped forward. He held the door open about three inches and looked back at the other men as he spoke in a gruff voice. “Are you decent? May we come in?”


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The Death of a Salesman

Postby Evarista on April 14th, 2017, 10:59 am

When the soldier's gloved fist struck the door for the first time, Evarista was not even awake. Which wasn't strange, considering that in her sleeping schedule, the 8th bell was still the dead of the night. The general commotion in the city was too far removed to bother her, and it was not until her own room was being invaded that she cracked an eye open. Even before the uninvited visitor spoke, she could already tell it was a stranger. The servants never banged on the door when they wanted to enter, and her family members never wanted to enter at all. Was there a fire in the building or something?

No, unfortunately this wasn't someone else's business. The demanding voice on the other side made it clear that she was in some sort of trouble. Pulling the blanket over her head, the half-dormant girl shuddered in discomfort, anticipating a confrontation that would most likely land her in even bigger trouble. It didn't help that she had a weighty hangover and no clear memory of what exactly she was doing last night. The only thing she could tell for certain was that she was on one of her traditional drunken roof tours, and was back just before dawn. So far, she's been very successful in evading unwanted notice, but it looked like her luck has run out today. The worst part was that she couldn't remember doing anything that would risk her attracting this kind of attention.

The aggressive-sounding voices were fairly intimidating. The click of the lock also signalled that their requests for permission to enter were purely rhetorical. Evarista made a last-moment consideration to jump out of the window, much preferring an icy bath in the canal over the incoming conversation. It probably wouldn't help, though. She'd still have to return home at some point, get caught again, and then everything would probably be even worse. Might as well not bother.

Since the gentlemen in front of the door were obviously not inclined to wait for her to complete her morning routine, there was no point in stalling. She was dressed in a set of wrinkled linen pajamas and her hair was... uncombed, but if they decided to barge into her room at eight in the morning, they'd simply have to put up with her not looking fit for parade. It took several attempts of clearing her throat before she got her voice back, while images of all that could go horribly wrong rapidly scrolled in her head.

"Come in."

As the officials filed into the room, Evarista peeked out from under the blanket skeptically, not sure how to greet them. Eventually she settled for silence, leaving the first word to the invaders. Her only barrier against the armed men was a thin blanket, so hasty proclamations were likely not in her best interests anyway. Although she was slightly curious about what they wanted to interrogate her about, there were few questions of import in this world that the foggy-eyed failure child could answer with anything other than "I don't know". Ah, well. Far it be from her to teach Rhysol's own how to spend their time.
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The Death of a Salesman

Postby Hwyn on April 14th, 2017, 2:09 pm

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Unknowns were bad, or, were bad until proven otherwise at least. Thus strangers were the embodiment of most things unpleasant. When he’d heard that agents were in the estate Hwyn had frowned, it was perhaps a necessary evil after all the family was a business magnate and as such officials often graced the manor, but when he heard that they were interrogating the family his blood chilled, what could they want? He’d immediately taken off for his mistress's room, the thought of ebinstrife scum laying a finger on his lady disturbed him greatly.

Padding up the stairs to her chambers Hwyn was already running scenarios through his head, he hoped he’d beat them there so he could warn Eva, perhaps he could goad her into a day on the town, or something that would keep them preoccupied for the day. But when re rounded the final floor what he saw was decidedly worse than what he was expecting, they were standing outside her door. One of the two was already working on Eva’s door, he knew a thing or two about being a criminal and watching the man crack the lock with ease made him swallow hard. He was facing enemies, anyone who would behave thusly was in Hwyn’s mind already on bad ground, though picking a fight with the ebonstrife was unwise he’d do it gladly if asked to. An echoing thought of a time when he’d only cared for himself flared up, it said to run away, but he pushed it down. Eva needed him!

As the men entered the room Hwyn padded down the hallway ready to claw scratch and bite if they so much as implied harm. Creeping into the room Hwyn didn’t sneak so much as file in. Looking from the men to Eva Hwyn subtly arched an eyebrow and blinked slowly at Eva, keeping his distance from the two agents Hwyn didn’t deign to look at them for fear of glaring at them and earning from them the Ire he felt for them. But was there anything he could say? As a slave it wasn’t his place to speak even if he wanted to. Moving to eva’s bedside he looked about for something he could turn into a weapon, the only object that looked like it would be any use was a heavy wine bottle, one of the consistent effects of Eva’s room. Taking his place by Eva’s bedside as any good servant would Hwyn waited on the first move to be made, in his own mind a sentinel coiling to strike, Though the Nitrozeans wouldn’t stand for an assault in their manor Hwyn did not trust these people. Forcing himself to breath Hwyn pulled a small false smile and waited.
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The Death of a Salesman

Postby Prophet on April 25th, 2017, 11:42 pm

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There was an awkward pause that shuffled through the rank of the guard and the agent as the blonde servant slipped into the room. A full roster of those living in the house had been acquire earlier so the agent knew about the boy but the presumption that the slave took upon himself to just enter the room was not only fascinating but entertaining as well. This revealed itself in the slight curl of the man’s mouth. This amused expression rolled itself along the fancy blankets that hid the young heiress. Her child-like façade peered over the covers like one who was afraid of a storm and though it seemed fitting for the circumstance, it didn’t match the notes he’d been given regarding the same girl who had been caught trespassing at the new hospital some seasons ago.

Regardless, he had a job to do and moved over towards the window where he stretched himself out like a cat soaking up the rays of Syna as they tumbled through the dirty glass like a haze. The agent ignored everything within the room and everyone for several chimes to the point that even the Guardsmen were looking around with confused expressions. The gaze; one brown and one white turned to follow something taking place out in front of the elaborate home. Satisfied with whatever was happening, he turned to finally address the residents of the home.

“Good morning.” His voice was apathetic and his face registered much the same. “A body was found outside of your home, well-“ The man cocked his head to one side and read his notes from inside the leather notebook. “A right leg was found outside, to be accurate.” He opened his mouth to say more but a loud commotion stirred up from downstairs. There was a knowing look that crossed his face but it was fleeting as he turned away.

Whatever was taking place in the foyer at the bottom of the stairs was moving through the Nitrozian house like a brushfire- and it was coming closer. Suddenly, there was a scuffle outside Evarista’s door. The guardsmen inside opened the door to check but one was snatched out so suddenly that he didn’t get a chance to yell. The other was so distracted that he missed the agent sneaking over and dosing him with a needle of something sticky. The smaller agent took a step back and the big guard made one very powerful but off-balance swing of his leather bound fist then collapsed into a heap on the floor. After the noises outside had stopped, two Ebonstryfe soldiers stepped in and gave a nod of respect to the agent who was turning back to the two young folk in the room.

“Alone at last.” His eyes locked onto Eva for a moment then moved to the messy-haired slave. “Take the boy. We’ve made a place for him.” The soldiers crossed the small amount of space and moved to hoist Hwyn by his arms. The agent simply stared at Eva while all of this was taking place. He certainly had a plan.


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