Huren - [Tyr - Palace]
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"So, this informant of yours says that Hamanu is on the move?" The speaker's voice has a light rasp to it, as if the edges were wearing due to exhaustion. "Is this the same informant who talks of a 'broy-house hero' who seems to think there's no fight he can't drink his way out of?" The speaker waits for a response, then stands up from his desk. "Rikus, you know I love you, and I know that you are trying to take hold of this . . . " the man gestures at the empty air "situation that has unfolded over the past year, but I can't take the word of this informant over what my own men have told me."
The man identified as Rikus cracks his battle-scarred knuckles then runs his hand over his smooth pate. "Very well your grace, I'll see about getting more reliable information for you. In the meantime, you want me to see about getting someone embedded with House Stel? It might be our best bet at striking back at Urik."
"As cliche as that sounds, you are right. See if we can get some of our people, Calder, perhaps, and a few others, into the caravan heading to Alturak. Hell, grab that drunk if you can find him. House Stel has lost a lot of money from Tyr due to the slave trade, so they shouldn't say no to a few gold tossed their way for travellers."
From his position in the shadows, Huren reaches out with his mind and gently shuts the side door. His mind's eye saw the entire scene unfold - apparently Rikus and Tithian had plans to infiltrate Urik and Rikus was going to be putting some insiders together - priceless information. Huren brokered in information, however, and knew quite well how much this was worth.
Calder - [Tyr - Arena]
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With a whirl of skirt and a stab of a trident, the crowds once again erupt in cheer and applause. Calder stops a moment to catch his breath - his flame-red hair glinting in the sunlight. The energy of the crowd surges around him as they are whipped into a frenzy by the violence of the circus before them. Calder's opponent, a thri-kreen wielding a spear in each pair of arms, staggers slightly then lurches forward into a charge.
A glint of mirror light catches Calder's eye from the stands. A mul - one well known to this arena - stands there with a grim look on his face. Once he sees that he's caught Calder's eye, he gestures with a curt nod of his head toward the exit. Calder casually sidesteps the lunging thri-kreen then smacks the edge of his shield against the back of the creature's head, knocking him to the ground, unconscious.
Calder glances over his shoulder to where the ex-gladiator stood in the stands, but sees that he is gone. Scanning the crowd once again, he breaks into a raucus grin and caws loudly, much to their delight. He raises his trident over his head and walks out of the arena to a chorus of cheers.
Rikus is waiting for him at the exit. "Calder, it's been too long." The mul and the half-elf exchange grips. "Tithian hopes you've got a mind for something more dangerous and exciting than the arena life. What do you say?"
Van - [Tyr - Golden Inix]
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"Another? You haven't paid for the last one yet." the bartender says, eyeing the scruffy man at the end of the bar. "Going to drink himself half-blind that fool is," the bartender mutters to nobody in particular. One of the other patrons chuckles, then slides two copper coins across the bar, "From what I hear he's already half-blind."
The bartender harumphs, then looks down, "You covering him? This more than pays for your drink." Nodding, the patron grabs the mug of broy in his hand and sidles down the bar toward the drunk. "Alright, this one's on me. But you better be as good as they say. Van, is it? I've got a proposition for you. We are in need of someone with your set of skills - both in drinking and fighting. Up for a little life outside these walls?"
Damakos - [Tyr - Devyn's Desertwear]
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"So, you are travelling to Altaruk and are in need of some supplies?" the lovely human behind the counter winked at Damakos, who was idly fingering some horn-heeled boots. "Altaruk is nice this time of year. You should find refreshment there." Nodding Damakos continues to peruse the woman's wares. "Might I suggest a kandura? It will help wick away the sweat and keep you cool. Well, as cool as possible." The woman gives Damakos a knowing look, then appears to busy herself restocking inventory on the opposite side of the store.
As Damakos lifts up the kandura, he notices a small scale token wedged deep inside. Two crossed scimitars have been etched on the stone. On the reverse is the symbol of a full sun.
Eveve - [Tyr - Elven Market]
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Though several feet shorter than most of the other denizens of the Elven Market, Eveve finds herself quite at home among the poor, destitute and needy. Though she had wandered much of the tablelands with her People, the past twenty years had brought her to places she had never before imagined. Despite all that, she was here, in Tyr, in the Elven Market, channeling her inner Vistani to haggle down the price of some dried herbs and a ssuran tail. Though it was necessary work, she tired of it, and ached to get back on the road again.
While tending to the scrapes of a small Elven child, Eveve overheard some of the other children talking about a great caravan heading toward Urik by way of Altaruk. Her eyes opened wide at this, as caravans are always in need of a skilled healer. Plus, this would give her the opportunity to stretch her legs and, quite possibly commune with Athas some more. Things had been strange since Kalak's supposed - as if the balance of power had shifted, quite literally.
With the boy patched up, Eveve soon found her way out of the Warrens and back toward the familiar sight of the city gates.
Lazam - [Tyr - Merchant District]
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Oresta looks you over and chuckles, "Urga-Zoltapl sent you himself, did he?" The human's brown skin contrasts against the white fabric of her sleeveless dress. "House Stel does not require, nor allow, supervision of our shipments. I suppose we could make an exception, however. We have a caravan leaving for Urik this afternoon, by way of Altaruk. Just steer clear of Raheil - he's handy with a whip."
Lazam's eyes do not betray him as he grimaces beneath his filter mask and headscarves. The diminutive man bows, giving his thanks, before heading back toward the city gates. You would do well not to be so bold. Athas is harsh, but she is also patient. We need you to work on patience. There is plenty of time for Urik's downfall. From the corner of his eye, Lazam sees an ethereal figure fade back out of existence.
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All - [Tyr - City Gates]
Crates upon crates are stacked outside the city gates, all marked with the crossed black scimitars of House Stel. Two large mekillots impatiently stamp at the ground, their tower-like wagons making them into fortresses on wheels. Here you can see a dozen of House Stel's guards and merchants, along with Submatron Ixesti herself. Ixesti's second-in-command, a grim-looking half-giant, cracks his whip across the backs of a few workers who are busy loading up the carts with various trade goods and supplies.
His whip does not discriminate, and more than one traveller is suddenly lashed into action loading crates as well. He continues to scan the crowd for slackers, and you have just caught his attention.