Déjà vu man, déjà vu (Reaver)

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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]

Déjà vu man, déjà vu (Reaver)

Postby Nyahna Sasin on May 9th, 2011, 4:40 am

7th Spring 511AV

It was nice to know that even when you were in a different place, some things always stayed the same.

For example. Sasin was drinking again. Why he was drinking, he had no idea. All he knew was that this was a very familiar situation he found himself in, simply in a different tavern. And a different city. And different beer. But still similar. Especially the boredom. He seriously needed to get a legitimate job, if only to fill up the time. Even a mercenary/assassin/thief had nothing to do. It was really sad, he decided.

Maybe he should stop drinking. Yes, that was a good idea. Putting down the mug, he stared glumly into it. He seemed to be spending most of his time doing nothing.

"Ssshyke." He muttered, and blinked. Glancing around, he hoped no-one had heard his accent slip. Non-humans were not very liked here, and he really would rather not have to fight off slavers while drunk.
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Déjà vu man, déjà vu (Reaver)

Postby Reaver on May 9th, 2011, 10:57 pm

Reaver found himself in the tavern, with purpose today. The barmaids must suspect something by now, it's been a busy week. He could feel their glances were more then a touch suspicious. His attire, he hoped, would be the main cause of such. He found his way to a corner table, not as busy today as he had hoped. The barmaids didn't ask today as they did yesterday, he got his water. He watched and listened well today, for the words spoken often lead to violence, and work. The people near him seamed rather depressed, he'd almost blend in.

Nothing significant for the last two hours. No tidbits of fun information. No drunken wagers or foolish bets. No threats or fighting. It was rather unusual for this city, quite. He contemplated simply leaving. No work didn't make him feel like leaving a tip, either. But he heard something quite unusual from the next table over... "Ssshyke." What a hard sound to make, and it didn't much sound like a drunken slur. Having nothing better to do, Reaver observed this individual a bit more. He waited a while, maybe this person would do something else.

.Reaver is not hard to spot in a crowd, nor is he hiding the fact he's watching.
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