13th of Spring, 518 AV
It was early in the morning when the skies seemed to break open over Sunberth, pouring over the city in dense sheets as the clouds above kept the world dark long after the sun should have been up. The river’s banks were already close to overflowing from the rains the night before so now they were practically bursting at the seams. Already it had claimed a few houses that had been built too close to the river, and looked like it was about to claim even more. As such most of the locals wisely avoided the river today, preferring to stay on their side of the city rather than risk being swept up in the brown river, a raging torrent that Sunberthian’s lovingly called the ‘Mudway’. Business ground to a halt before it even began with anyone who had a choice staying indoors if they could manage it. Most hoped it would be over soon, and eventually it was, shortly a bell or two after it all started. Then like flowers budding out to take advantage of a change in the weather, so too did the residents of Sunberth emerge out onto the muddy streets.
Shortly thereafter the streets themselves became a trap for the unwary, turning into a morass that was easy to get stuck in. Some made there way on the edges of the streets, but in the areas those were too narrow, or in places they just didn’t give a damn, they started stripping off the boards of houses to make little paths. Places like the Sunset Quarters saw more than its fair share of this as people mobbed out onto the streets. An as everyone knows, crowds in Sunberth were seldom a good thing. Individually the average Sunberther was no more violent than usual, but in a crowd things quickly got unruly as the mob seemingly developed a mind of its own. A very, dimwitted thing mobs are, prone to violent overreactions. One Sunset Quarter resident learned that first hand when he opened his door to harangue the people that were taking apart his house only to be quickly blugened to death and left out in the street stripped of everything that had identified him as a man. Or human for that matter.
Wisely, those who were not a part of the initial mass exodus of people out onto the streets stayed indoors until the crowds in the street thinned out. Then they started to pick up the pieces. Life went on, and a bit of extra violence in the morning was nothing unheard of. Such was Nate doing. Picking up the pieces of his home that had been scattered across the tiny street he lived on. Like most in the Sunset Quarter, his home was little more than a hole in the wall shack held together mostly because of the other shacks it leaned against. Someone had torn off part of his front door, and half of his wall in the tumult so he had to set about getting those fixed before he went on with his day. Fortunately he kept a supply of nails on hand, and a few extra wooden boards that he kept underneath his home in case of emergencies such as this. It didn’t look like he would need them today though because aside from being used as a gang plank by dozens of muddy boots, the wooden planks remained in okay condition.
After gathering them up, he made quick work of shoring up the outside of his home until it looked almost as good as it had been. There was a new gap in the doorframe but that couldn’t be helped till he found a bit of scrap wood tiny enough to fill it. Something for him to look for while he was out and about. Before he left though he made sure to give the contents of his home a once over, taking anything with him that couldn’t be well hidden under the boards of his tiny one room apartment. He had a deal with his neighbors about listening for trouble, but he didn’t trust them to hold to that if they found something valuable. Of course they snooped while he was away. Just like he snooped in their homes when they were out and about.
When he was sure he had taken anything worth stealing, or at least hidden it well enough away that they likely wouldn’t find it for bells, he got on with his day which didn’t take him very far. After all he was following up on a note had been left to him to pay a visit to a local man’s house and see if he still lived there. A man by the name of Wrenlo Graveance. Despite the ominous tone of that last name, Nate was feeling remarkably chipper. After all he was being payed a full gold miza to deliver this note and bring this man back to his employers which was an easy day’s work as far as Nate was concerned. It didn’t take him longer either to find the man’s door for it was just as had been described to him. Sometime during the night a red square had been drawn on the door, though it was little more than a faint mark now as the paint bleed into a small pool at the foot of the door from all of the rain. Knocking on the edge of the door to avoid the paint, Nate took a step back from it as he chanced a glance at himself. While not sharply dressed by any means, he was clean cut looking with short black hair, and hint of stubble on his cheeks that went no where near his chin. He wore his best today, a pair of thin brown trousers, a dark gray shirt, and a brown doublet he had lifted off a merchants cog two nights ago. He also had on a pair of thin brown shoes with a hole in the bottom that his big toe occasionally emerged out of when he was nervous. He wasn’t nervous now though, and was in fact wearing a pair of woolen gray socks to prevent such a calamity, a luxury by Sunberthian standards.
If the person inside didn’t immediately answer, Nate would reach across to knock again favoring the resident with a reedy smile when the door finally opened.
“Sorry to disturb you. I’ve got a job opportunity from the Knight’s Armory if you’re interested.” He said.
Shortly thereafter the streets themselves became a trap for the unwary, turning into a morass that was easy to get stuck in. Some made there way on the edges of the streets, but in the areas those were too narrow, or in places they just didn’t give a damn, they started stripping off the boards of houses to make little paths. Places like the Sunset Quarters saw more than its fair share of this as people mobbed out onto the streets. An as everyone knows, crowds in Sunberth were seldom a good thing. Individually the average Sunberther was no more violent than usual, but in a crowd things quickly got unruly as the mob seemingly developed a mind of its own. A very, dimwitted thing mobs are, prone to violent overreactions. One Sunset Quarter resident learned that first hand when he opened his door to harangue the people that were taking apart his house only to be quickly blugened to death and left out in the street stripped of everything that had identified him as a man. Or human for that matter.
Wisely, those who were not a part of the initial mass exodus of people out onto the streets stayed indoors until the crowds in the street thinned out. Then they started to pick up the pieces. Life went on, and a bit of extra violence in the morning was nothing unheard of. Such was Nate doing. Picking up the pieces of his home that had been scattered across the tiny street he lived on. Like most in the Sunset Quarter, his home was little more than a hole in the wall shack held together mostly because of the other shacks it leaned against. Someone had torn off part of his front door, and half of his wall in the tumult so he had to set about getting those fixed before he went on with his day. Fortunately he kept a supply of nails on hand, and a few extra wooden boards that he kept underneath his home in case of emergencies such as this. It didn’t look like he would need them today though because aside from being used as a gang plank by dozens of muddy boots, the wooden planks remained in okay condition.
After gathering them up, he made quick work of shoring up the outside of his home until it looked almost as good as it had been. There was a new gap in the doorframe but that couldn’t be helped till he found a bit of scrap wood tiny enough to fill it. Something for him to look for while he was out and about. Before he left though he made sure to give the contents of his home a once over, taking anything with him that couldn’t be well hidden under the boards of his tiny one room apartment. He had a deal with his neighbors about listening for trouble, but he didn’t trust them to hold to that if they found something valuable. Of course they snooped while he was away. Just like he snooped in their homes when they were out and about.
When he was sure he had taken anything worth stealing, or at least hidden it well enough away that they likely wouldn’t find it for bells, he got on with his day which didn’t take him very far. After all he was following up on a note had been left to him to pay a visit to a local man’s house and see if he still lived there. A man by the name of Wrenlo Graveance. Despite the ominous tone of that last name, Nate was feeling remarkably chipper. After all he was being payed a full gold miza to deliver this note and bring this man back to his employers which was an easy day’s work as far as Nate was concerned. It didn’t take him longer either to find the man’s door for it was just as had been described to him. Sometime during the night a red square had been drawn on the door, though it was little more than a faint mark now as the paint bleed into a small pool at the foot of the door from all of the rain. Knocking on the edge of the door to avoid the paint, Nate took a step back from it as he chanced a glance at himself. While not sharply dressed by any means, he was clean cut looking with short black hair, and hint of stubble on his cheeks that went no where near his chin. He wore his best today, a pair of thin brown trousers, a dark gray shirt, and a brown doublet he had lifted off a merchants cog two nights ago. He also had on a pair of thin brown shoes with a hole in the bottom that his big toe occasionally emerged out of when he was nervous. He wasn’t nervous now though, and was in fact wearing a pair of woolen gray socks to prevent such a calamity, a luxury by Sunberthian standards.
If the person inside didn’t immediately answer, Nate would reach across to knock again favoring the resident with a reedy smile when the door finally opened.
“Sorry to disturb you. I’ve got a job opportunity from the Knight’s Armory if you’re interested.” He said.