Solo Studious Vigilance

Loken explores and patrols Ravok.

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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]

Studious Vigilance

Postby Loken on September 4th, 2017, 3:14 pm

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Fall 1st, 517 A.V.

It had been a charming, early autumn day. The sun had risen, reached an apex, and neared its retreat with barely a cloud appearing to impede its shining. As sundown started to approach Loken found himself quite, yet conspicuously, seated at a small table outside of the Silver Sliver Tavern.

One or two questioning glances might have come from those surprised to see a Cherry seated there; Loken assume his proximity disrupted the planning of something untoward, and smirked as he took a mental not to keep an eye out for them. But that was one of the main reasons he sat there, he wanted to be seen. He felt that sheer exposure and proximity to law enforcement kept the drunken rabble near the tavern in check.

As the Guardsman looked around, the remainder of the people at the neighboring tables each offered him a polite smile as he cast his gaze over them then returned to enjoying their drinks. In response, he returned their smiles with a polite up-nod of his head before writing absently in his journal that laid on the table.

Next to the book rested a quill, an inkwell, and the bright red painted skullcap that signified him as a member of the City Guardsmen. As he clasped the quill, Loken placed the tip of it into the ink to prepare it before setting it onto the page.

All change required some amount of patience and diligence; the care that Loken had built within himself for years upon years as an Ano Cultist wouldn't be tossed away simply because he was ignorant of an environment, that just meant he needed to learn how things truly worked. He needed to acclimatize himself. That meant first understanding the layout of the city, all of its shortcuts, means of escape, or quick pursuit.

His hand carefully glided the quill tip along the page, causing the pleasant scratching sound of written parchment to tug a smile at the edge of his lips.
"The Silver Sliver Tavern, located within The Nitrozian Plaza north of The Slave Market.” The Ano Cultist was not the type to bring a journal with him while out on the job, but until he knew more of the city, Loken knew he'd set the information to memory faster if he were able to write the information down.

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