Post by Aya on Mar 25, 2022 10:48:14 GMT -5
Aya made her way through the streets of the Forsaken Region, the Sivert Lake to be exact. Many would wonder what a young cloaked girl would be doing in such an area, though most paid her no mind. Which is exactly what she wanted, Aya had always found this area of the Forsaken Region rather beautiful, cherry blossoms littered the air with both scent and sight alike and Aya found herself enthralled by its beauty. Though what she hated, what she truly hated was everyone around her, she was grateful no one took notice of her due to them being so enamored by the person they were with. That's what always happened in this area, every spring the cherry blossoms bloomed bigger and better, and every year there seemed to be more. Though just like the cherry blossoms growing in size so did the number of people that constantly seemed to show up. Making out, laughing, frolicking, and pointing at the cherry blossoms with glee painted on their faces. She hated it... She hated them.
One would probably wonder what she was doing in such an area that she hated with so much passion. That was simple, the voices in her head told her to come here. She had been looking for a new job to take when she stumbled across a mission posting though half of it was destroyed it looked rather interesting, however, this sheet of parchment with the mission on it had the unfortunate fate of being stepped on multiple times and torn to shreds, leaving only bits and pieces for her to interpret, though what caught her eye the most was the reward. When she had asked the locals nearby when passing through they told her that if she was to go to a local pub she'd most likely find another mission posting of the same kind.
Though thus far she hadn't seen another of the mission postings and as such she found herself getting rather restless. The joyful laughter of those around her grated against her ears. The handholding, hugging, and kissing were all nauseating to her. As she found herself walking through a grove of cherry blossoms trees she couldn't help but want to be alone, to isolate herself from the world around her and just live peacefully by her lonesome, free of fear or judgment. Making her way out of the grove and the mass of couples that occupied it for their sightseeing and picnics, Aya made her way toward the lesser tourist populated area of the town. Many of the terrorists didn't visit this edge or outskirts of the town, though the cherry blossoms could be seen from this area as well, most of this side of the town looked run down.
The impoverished and poor occupied this part of the town, and much like many lesser-income neighborhoods, this one had its fair share of crime. Especially, because most criminals found towns like this were much more beneficial to work out of all, many were willing to keep their mouths closed for a small bit of yul. She turned left into an ally between a row of shabby houses, the ending of the ally led into a thicket of cherry blossoms, to which she then made a left and walked another 15 meters. She stood face to face with a naturally formed archway formed from two cherry blossoms trees whose branches had wound and twisted around each other. Sunlight poured from the opening in the trees above casting shade around most of the area. Aya walked beneath the archway and blinked a couple of times as the sunlight that gleamed from behind the branches seemed to get lighter before fading.
Then there was nothing but shade, darkness, from the archway's branches ahead, she walked further in, aware of the sensory magic at play, the illusion that was cast around the trees to keep many of the magic signatures hidden. Though nothing more than a slight tingle, this area had been one she visited before through a contact of hers, yet just another hiding area for criminals, thugs, and thieves. She made her way through the dark canopy of cherry blossom trees, as the branches overhead overlapped and tangled into one another even more than at the entrance, creating a natural roof of sorts. Then she came upon a tree, it had no handle, no door, just a simple carving in it, and twisted branches that looked sinister in nature.
The carving was that of a simple circle, a place where a single coin of the lowest form of currency could fit. Aya rummaged inside her cloak before pulling out a copper coin of yul and placing it into the circle. Dark red light ran from the coin before spelling out a rune for the word "door" in ancient elvish. Then Aya simply walked forward, and the wood shimmered slightly around her body as she sunk into the, or rather through the tree trunk. The copper coin faded as her body fully passed through, as did the rune and red light, and with she had passed through into a hidden area of a black market, or rather a popular fencing ground. Here all manner of goods were sold, and it was out of view from the general public, though in addition it also provided one with the occasional pub and inn, at least the shadiest one could find of them.
She made her way to the nearest pub, choosing to sit down at the bar before ordering a simple glass of water. She sighed before looking around, wondering just where the hell they kept their mission flyers. She adjusted her hood only letting her pink hair fall out and her eyes be seen. Though her cloak offered some form of anonymity from those around her the flashes of her pink eyes and small soft lips, her smooth skin that could be seen from her hands as she passed a couple of yul to the barkeep, and her pink strands of hair were all something that gained a raised eyebrow from those sitting next to her as well as the barkeep. Though he seemed to ignore it, for the most part, opting to simply give her the water she asked and more importantly paid for.
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One would probably wonder what she was doing in such an area that she hated with so much passion. That was simple, the voices in her head told her to come here. She had been looking for a new job to take when she stumbled across a mission posting though half of it was destroyed it looked rather interesting, however, this sheet of parchment with the mission on it had the unfortunate fate of being stepped on multiple times and torn to shreds, leaving only bits and pieces for her to interpret, though what caught her eye the most was the reward. When she had asked the locals nearby when passing through they told her that if she was to go to a local pub she'd most likely find another mission posting of the same kind.
Though thus far she hadn't seen another of the mission postings and as such she found herself getting rather restless. The joyful laughter of those around her grated against her ears. The handholding, hugging, and kissing were all nauseating to her. As she found herself walking through a grove of cherry blossoms trees she couldn't help but want to be alone, to isolate herself from the world around her and just live peacefully by her lonesome, free of fear or judgment. Making her way out of the grove and the mass of couples that occupied it for their sightseeing and picnics, Aya made her way toward the lesser tourist populated area of the town. Many of the terrorists didn't visit this edge or outskirts of the town, though the cherry blossoms could be seen from this area as well, most of this side of the town looked run down.
The impoverished and poor occupied this part of the town, and much like many lesser-income neighborhoods, this one had its fair share of crime. Especially, because most criminals found towns like this were much more beneficial to work out of all, many were willing to keep their mouths closed for a small bit of yul. She turned left into an ally between a row of shabby houses, the ending of the ally led into a thicket of cherry blossoms, to which she then made a left and walked another 15 meters. She stood face to face with a naturally formed archway formed from two cherry blossoms trees whose branches had wound and twisted around each other. Sunlight poured from the opening in the trees above casting shade around most of the area. Aya walked beneath the archway and blinked a couple of times as the sunlight that gleamed from behind the branches seemed to get lighter before fading.
Then there was nothing but shade, darkness, from the archway's branches ahead, she walked further in, aware of the sensory magic at play, the illusion that was cast around the trees to keep many of the magic signatures hidden. Though nothing more than a slight tingle, this area had been one she visited before through a contact of hers, yet just another hiding area for criminals, thugs, and thieves. She made her way through the dark canopy of cherry blossom trees, as the branches overhead overlapped and tangled into one another even more than at the entrance, creating a natural roof of sorts. Then she came upon a tree, it had no handle, no door, just a simple carving in it, and twisted branches that looked sinister in nature.
The carving was that of a simple circle, a place where a single coin of the lowest form of currency could fit. Aya rummaged inside her cloak before pulling out a copper coin of yul and placing it into the circle. Dark red light ran from the coin before spelling out a rune for the word "door" in ancient elvish. Then Aya simply walked forward, and the wood shimmered slightly around her body as she sunk into the, or rather through the tree trunk. The copper coin faded as her body fully passed through, as did the rune and red light, and with she had passed through into a hidden area of a black market, or rather a popular fencing ground. Here all manner of goods were sold, and it was out of view from the general public, though in addition it also provided one with the occasional pub and inn, at least the shadiest one could find of them.
She made her way to the nearest pub, choosing to sit down at the bar before ordering a simple glass of water. She sighed before looking around, wondering just where the hell they kept their mission flyers. She adjusted her hood only letting her pink hair fall out and her eyes be seen. Though her cloak offered some form of anonymity from those around her the flashes of her pink eyes and small soft lips, her smooth skin that could be seen from her hands as she passed a couple of yul to the barkeep, and her pink strands of hair were all something that gained a raised eyebrow from those sitting next to her as well as the barkeep. Though he seemed to ignore it, for the most part, opting to simply give her the water she asked and more importantly paid for.
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