Solo City of Gnashing Teeth

It's hard to do your job when every dog in the entire city wants to eat you.

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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]

City of Gnashing Teeth

Postby Itt on May 18th, 2019, 9:41 pm


25th of Spring, 519 A.V.


Exposure is the root of all change for a young boy. There are so many new things to discover and learn, and once that young boy sees something new they are altered forever. Sometimes these changes are small, just an adjustment in how closely he travels behind someone or how energetically he waves his hand.

But sometimes these changes were big.

Itt was not such a small boy anymore, but he had been exposed to a lot of things he had previously been unfamiliar with in the past couple dozen days. Ever since he was formally introduced to the topic of Rhysol everything about the city deformed. He had felt plagued after leaving the temple, he didn't trust his friend Caspian due to voices in his head, he's oddly aware of his weakness and slothful nature, and the general hospitality of people and animals alike seem to have dwindled away. People used to be decent towards him before that delivery. Some helped him up when he'd fall, others would politely give him directions, and while some were naturally rather rude, he had never seen outright hostility. At least not that he noticed.

But now everywhere he looked he saw the frowns across their lips, the scowls on their cheeks and noses, the shadows from their deeply set eyes. Even the animals have become deranged, either fleeing at the mere sight of a passerby on the other side of the canal in the case of the ducks, or starting more of a ruckus than usual in the case of many pets. Yapping to the air, hissing with levitating hair.

It was all so new to Itt and he found himself almost terrified.

He didn't like the way he saw this floating city anymore now that he knew what was at the center of it all. But he wasn't hearing voices in his head anymore. This meant he didn't have an excuse to not get back to work. After all, he needed to mizas to get food. He ran out of nuts four days ago.

He's been doing work in Fisherman's Anchorage for the past few days but the place never seems to get any better than his first experience there, allowing him to believe that it was a rather sinister place. Even without the incident with the Priest. Itt decided to stay as far away from that portion of the docks as possible. However, the People's Market usually had a lot of dogs guarding stands, and the fancy areas surrounding the Temple usually had people with pets. This left Itt with little option of where to go if he wanted to avoid animals that typically nipped at him. He wasn't usually so avoidant, but for some reason, maybe because of what happened, he just was a bit... skittish.

Okay, a lot skittish.

He didn't really know the other parts of the city very well as most of his work so far dealt within the Market, the southern docks, or the lakeside. But maybe the people and animals on the docks in the areas between the Fisherman's Anchorage and the Market are nicer? Maybe they don't have animals at all. That would be nice.

Looking down at the ground to start his trek, Itt noted the direction his shadow went, sitting directly behind him. While using his shadow wasn't entirely reliable, especially when the sun switches from rising to setting, but Itt figured it was early enough in the morning that the sun had quite a long ways to go before his shadow would change directions.

This meant that if he walked in the opposite direction of his shadow, then he would be walking in the general direction of the market. As long as he didn't travel to his left, therefore going northeast, he should reach the new portion of the city without venturing too close to the bustling Market Place. He could also start filling out new sections of his map too. He had quite a bit drawn for the Market and some for the Anchorage, and a teeny tiny bit of the canals in the Noble district, but he hasn't really been to the southeast portion of the docks. So that should be fun.

Itt decided to travel by canal rather than by foot, which was a noticeable change for he-who-walked-everywhere. While it cost a little bit of money, he thought it was worth it this time so he could focus on making his map and learning this new area rather than making sure he wasn't bumping into anyone. Also, he was less likely to be in close proximity to an aggressive animal since he was in the canal and they weren't. So with his wrinkled and crinkled map of disproportionate landmarks and his crushed up, broken pieces of charcoal, Itt headed off east in the canal with his shadow following behind him.

Itt sat on the furthest end of the ravosala as the man steering it, sitting curled up with his map in his lap. He inspected what he had drawn so far, but from the outside it looked more like he was trying to investigate the individual grains in the charcoal. His map was getting kind of smudged. Maybe he should look more closely at it sometime. Maybe upgrade it to pencil even. Get a new piece of paper— ah that would be nice. He could actually draw it so the market wasn't huge. But later, later. He had to focus.

Itt lifted his head and pivoted it, watching those who walked on the platforms and the signs that hung or were painted on the sides of businesses. One of such businesses was primarily stone and had fairly decorated sidings. It wasn't colourful or had pretty windows like some other places, but it was still kinda neat with carved arches that sunk into the water. It was the first building past the shipyard and thus the first named building of the undiscovered territory in the southeastern part of Ravok. Before they floated away, Itt copied the side, it saying, "Tarsin's Boarding House".

Itt drew an arch for the icon, returning his gaze to the streets. His stare, however, was met by a pair of yellow eyes, it's pupils narrowed down to slits. The orange cat's head slowly panned, locked onto Itt with its flat, scrunched face and natural frown. Itt's peep of a smile that had formed from his small drawing was hooked and dragged down towards the water. He looked away quickly, a dread dripping down his spine like the water dripped from the ravosala paddle.

The small boat turned the corner, heading northward. Itt's shadow drifted from behind him towards his left, catching his attention. Wait, that's the wrong direction, they're heading towards the market now, he can't have that! The Kelvic quickly looked to the man steering, pointing to his right, back on the path they were going. The man, however was focused on maneuvering around the other ravosalas since they were at an intersection of sorts. Itt cleared his throat,"H-Hello." That's how people got other's attention, right?

The man looked at him, noticing the pointing. He gave a silent nod, his focus returning to the other boats. Did that mean yes? People did that nodding thing a lot. Itt supposed that made sense, now that he thought about it. The man steered them in a circle until they were able to turn off and return to their original path, Itt double-checking by making sure his shadow was behind him. With the reassurance that it was, Itt took a deep breath and looked back to the streets. Thankfully the cat was gone by then.

It looked like the city ended just after this next block, so that was interesting but also meant that his map wasn't any closer to be proportionate. He had placed the boarding house well before the edge of the circle. But that was alright, he supposed. He'll work around it. He knows what he meant. However, this last building didn't have any label or signs, so he wasn't able to give it a name or anything like everything else. But that was okay. Not everything had to be labeled, he guessed.

The man steering the boat waited for Itt to point the way once they reached the end of the city. Itt pointed right, to the south, so they can follow the southeastern edge and document more buildings. They slowly turned around the corner, heading back inward to the nearest canal.

As they did so, Itt's eye was caught by a collage of colours and glittery objects.

The shop they were passing by was smaller than many other storefronts that Itt had walked by, but this one was by far had the most street appeal. Arches and stone carvings were nice and pretty, but this shop had a display. A proper display, that is. In just the window alone there was copper jewelry, clappers and fiddles, fur blouses, and sculptures. If the window had all of that stuff in it, then Itt was sure the store itself would have even more interesting items.

He wasn't supposed to go in a shop right now since he was trying to work, but he had to look at this place. He was far too curious.

Itt pointed to the shop and looked at the man. The stranger nodded, bringing the boat to the edge of the canal. Clambering up onto the floating street, he forgot to wave to the worker as he slipped inside the door of the shop known as the "Odds and Ends".
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City of Gnashing Teeth

Postby Itt on August 11th, 2019, 6:38 am

A bell chimed happily as he entered, Itt glancing upward to look at the source of the noise. It was quite interesting, actually. The door would graze the bell when it was opened, and when it was closing as well. Itt knew this because he opened and closed the door multiple times, watching the corner graze the dangling piece of the bell.

"Good morning!" A woman's voice carried across the shop.

Itt, who had stepped inside to investigate the door, turned around. While he did so, his shoulder grazed a warn body, the sloth jolting and leaning away. With a bit of distance, he could see that what—or rather who— he touched was a man. A large man. A very large man, in fact, who was leaning on an equally large board of wood. With the door closed, the corner was shady and dim, but even so Itt eyed the board, noticing the dark, sharp protrusions coming out of the sides.

"Welcome to Odds and Ends" The woman continued her greeting.

Itt slipped by the man and his corner, venturing further into the rather crowded shop. Not crowded by people, but rather with things. Most shops were rather spacious from what Itt was able to see, with columns with shelves and many feet between each row. But this shop had barely enough room for two to walk the same path, and odd bits and pieces hung from the ceiling. Itt looked with his head just about every direction there was except for at the lady behind the counter.

"Can I help you, sir?" She inquired.

He finally looked at her. She was round. Rounder than she sounded. "Hello." Itt made eye contact for just a moment, then let himself wander off again into the ceiling, the floors and the shelves. It was almost a familiar feeling, the shop. The small space and dangling strings reminded him a lot of the trees. When the canopy was thick there was hardly a spot you can turn where there wasn't a branch full of leaves in your face. The place was rather dim too, also like a tree canopy. Even with candles about there were too many corners and walls of things for the light to wrap around, allowing it to get rather dark in some corners, like the door. It was almost comforting, and cozy, like a good tree hole to sleep in.

"Yes, hello. What can I do for you?" She smiled patiently at him.

Itt managed another moment of eye contact when she said 'you', catching his full attention. Oh, she was probably asking what he was doing here, right? That's a common question people asked. "Courier?" He said, though the questions in his head about the odd assortment of items led to his statement transforming into a question.

"No, dear, we don't have a courier. If you find one though, do let me know."

No courier? What did she mean? He was a courier. He tried to correct himself, getting rid of the inquisitive tone, adding a gesture to himself,"Courier."

"Oh! You're a courier. Silly me! Come here, I actually do require some assistance." She turned away from the counter and searched through some boxes stacked behind her. She waved him over while she opened one.

Itt blinked at the motion. What did that mean exactly? Did that mean to follow them? Caspian did that when he wanted him to follow one, so he assumed that's what that meant? Itt stepped closer tentatively.

The woman, after searching through three different boxes, pulled out a fourth one from the stack and placed it on the counter. "I need you to take this to Thorin's Forge and give it to Thorin or one of his apprentices. Everything they need to know is in the box, all you have to do it give it to them. Here is a few gold for your trouble." She dug in her pocket and pulled out two mizas, putting them on top of the box. Itt looked at the box and took it gently, picking up the mizas with his fingertips like they would crumble. "Yes, that is for you."

Itt glanced at her eyes, then down at the coins, putting them in his pocket. He pointed to the box. "What?"

"It doesn't matter, just take it to Thorin's Forge."

Itt watched her lips. "Just take it to Thorin's Forge."

"Yes, that's right. Thorin's Forge."

"Thorin's Forge?"

"Do you know where that is?"

Itt had no idea what a Thorin's Forge was. He assumed that was a place of some kind but he hadn't heard of it before. He didn't even know where to begin to look for it. Maybe she can help him by pointing to it on his map? Having still been holding the map between his middle fingers, Itt put the box on the counter and held out the map to her.

She gave a wary look, but took it, examining it from a slight distance, tilting her head back. "Oh, I see. It's a map." She muttered to herself. She traced some of the sloppy canals with her pinky. She reached the empty space on the northwestern part of his map and set the map down. She grabbed a quill from the edge of the counter and dipped it the bottle of ink it was laying beside, drawing a small series of lines that extended the ones Itt had created. She only went far enough, however, to fill in a large box and draw a hammer. Putting the quill down, she returned the map. "That's the forge right there, with the hammer."

Itt looked at the new additions. Wow, she drew it way differently than he did. He drew canals with two lines for each side, while she only drew it with one. That was... actually smart. It saved space and made it look neat...er. He'll have to start doing that too. Just to double-check he knew where he was going, he pointed to the hammer, giving her a glance. "Yep, that's it right there." The nod was what confirmed it for Itt.

He smiled, folding his map and putting it in his pocket with his mizas. He waved with a shake or two of his hand, weaving back towards the door.

"Thank you! Rhysol be with you."

Itt froze in front of the door, brown hairs standing on the back of his neck. How did she know he had been infected? Why did she sound so happy about it? The tinkLing of the bell as another customer tried to step in stirred him enough for Itt to step out of the way and exit the shop. But the clammy feeling still lingered across his skin.
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