Location The Southern Trading Post (City Entrance)

[Thess]

Ready for the trip from Zeltiva to be through with, Thess hurried the donkey along. "Come on Stace. Not much farther to go."

As he neared the guards, he began to answer the questions as he had done so many times before. "Just returning with some various goods nothing illegal. You can take a look if you like. Only my spear that I always have for my own protection."

Thess took in a deep breath of the air, taking in the aromas of food and drink coming from one tent. Not wanting to take time out of getting through the gate, he resolved to taking a swig of ale from one of his water skins.

After wiping his mouth he looked to the guard. "Am i cleared?"

[Jay Dasher]

Bast rn up to thetoser in cat form and morphed into a naked human. "I am Bastet and I literally have nothing on me" Bast looked around. He saw a lot of odd faces , so what, he thought. Have they never saw a naked man In their lives. Eventually the guard nodded an bast went and hopped onto a ferry.

[Amarantha]

71st of Spring, 512 AV Amarantha groaned, rubbing at a painfully knotted muscle in her thigh. Her bags bounced against her hip as she walked, her old, worn and dusty dress moving around her long legs. She had been traveling for far too long, and the prospect of finding a warm bed and perhaps even a bath house had her nearly jogging in excitement. The guards at the gate bid her stop as she approached and she did so without resistance. "Your name, purpose, and the belongings you have with you miss?" The guard on her left asked gruffly, eyeing her. "My name is Amarantha, sir. I am here with the hope of making Ravok my home and I carry very little with me; the clothes on my back and a few books in my bag." The guard remained silent for a moment, assessing her silently before giving a quick, curt nod and moving aside to allow her past him into her new home.

[Aello]

Summer 63, 512 AV It had been a long time since she had seen this place. Since the stone pillar of the southern trading post had risen from the cloud's midst, and entered Aello's visage. The sight of it caused her to tremble slightly, willing her to pull the veil more tightly around her. The colors cringed as she pulled back their fabric, their inner workings so as to more thoroughly enshroud herself. Blues and greens enveloped her. Glowing faintly, as they flickered in the sun's light. They were the colors of the calm. Colors of those at peace. Those that could be trusted. She knew she needed them now, in order to get by. Just in case she could be read from there. Just in case there were others who could see. Because she was none of those things- calm, or trustworthy. Her heart, in fact, was busy hammering in her chest, and her flesh had grown even paler on the trip over. Mirroring the shades the moon so favored. Her chest was rising and falling rather rapidly, but thankfully, her dress having grown loose over the past few seasons, concealed the shallow nature of her breath. It seemed mere moments before she reached the first of the docks, causing her hand to clench all the more tightly around her bow. Petch, she thought, as her eyes darted up the expanse, towards stone. As she eased herself onto her feet, and as calmly as she could, fled the transport vessel, making way for the trembling wood. As soon as she touched down, she knew her feet would give her way. For they clicked incessantly. Hoping the noise fell on deaf ears, she picked up the pace, and headed for the tower. When she reached the door, she took a single, cleansing breath, and checked her aura, making sure it displayed only what she wanted it to. As soon as these simple tasks were complete, she burst through the door, and headed for the guard. The guard asked her name, she answered. He asked her intention, she said only to meet with friends. He asked her to check in her weapons. She showed the men there each one, before they were returned, if somewhat reluctantly. Aello supposed they could tell that she was a very dangerous woman. Impatient, she raised a single brow, turning her head from each of the men on duty, rather slowly. "Is that all?" she asked in a cool tone as she returned the last of her things to their proper places. The man nodded, and waved her through, willing her into the dark city that lay beyond. She thought she may drop right there...

[Antar]

10th of Summer, 512av For an outside person looking at him, Antar's passage into the city was quite a mellow undertaking. Just him, his packhorse and a few other companions. Each one was checked and their weapons catalogued... well not all of them. The guards missed his assassin's beads. ... and the armored gauntlet's tricks. But no matter. To an outsider the guise he presented was just a simple entrant to the city. Inside however, he was seething. He hated this city. Hated it with a passion that defied all knowing. Though for now Antar would keep the reasons why for such things to himself... this city was a cesspool of filth with a facade of civilization about it. But no matter. Sighing to himself, he put on the airs of boredom as the guards let him into the city. His first steps into the city for a long time were not pleasant ones. Not even Shai's presence would distract him from his disgust of the place. It had been years since he'd been here last after all. All the rogue could do was wonder how long it would be before he began to burn parts of it down... to reduce it all to the ashen and barren wasteland he wished for it to become.

[Malice]

Shifting uncomfortably in his armor, Malice decides to take off his helmet and looks around at the crowd around him. Humans made up the bulk of the crowd with a few other races scattered among humans. Putting the helmet under his arm, he waits for the line to move, but after five minutes the line has barely moved at all. Malice tilts his head when he overhears a little girl behind him ask his mother about the strange blue hair man in front of him. He hears her mother says quietly to the curious child, “Quiet Lily... he is one of those Zith from the south.”

Malice smiles to himself at the comment one of those Zith. A comment he heard many times during his travels through Sylira. Even though he is only half Zith, his Zith features overshadows his human features. He was used to it and he couldn't fault the child for being curious. He smiles impishly to himself, turns around, and faces the curious child and concern mother. He inclines his head, smiles at the girl and mother, and says in a calming voice, “Curiosity shouldn't be hindered m'lady if your child is curious about my nature. Let her speak.”

The woman pulls the child protectively to her and stares silently at him. On the other hand, the child eyes started to twinkle with delight at the prospect of satisfying her curiosity with the stranger and asks the blue hair man, “Did you get your hair color from your mother, and what the deal with your red eyes? Oh oh did you ever kill a man with that big sword of your sir?” The girls mother gasps and puts a hand over her daughter's mouth and apologizes to Malice, “I don't really no what came over my daughter sir. I hope you do take offense to her questions.” Malice smirks at the scared woman and says to the little girl.”My hair and my eyes are gift from my mother child, and yes I killed many people with this sword, little one.” The woman eyes widen at his nonchalant way of admitting to killing. Malice hoping his comment satisfies the girl's curiosity turns back to line and stares ahead with a growing irritation welling in the pit of his stomach.

Eventually Malice makes it to the front of the line and a guard looks suspiciously at the heavily armed Zith in front of him. He walks up and looks him over and waves over another guard. Malice just stares at the guards approaching him and says, “Any trouble, friend.” Malice realizing when traveling through human lands adding friend to the end of statement tends to put humans and other races more at ease. These guards seem unaffected by subtle pleasantries and the first guard puts a hand on his sword and asks Malice, “You seemed to be armed for war. What is your name, business in the city, and belongings your bringing into the city?” Malice eyes the second guard and seeing he is just as cautious as the first guard with his hand also on his sword. Malice giving them a toothy grin and says to them, “My name is Malice Ravenmoon. My profession is mercenary. I am looking to work, and I am also looking for a new place to call home. Since the last place I called home was a little to dusty for me, I decided to come north and see the sites.” The first guard raises an eyebrow and asks, “And your belongings sir?”

Malice answers the man question, “Everything I own is on my back. I am a simple man with simple needs, friends” Annoyed at how he answered the question, the two guards pulled him aside thoroughly checked Malice belonging for a good fifteen minutes before making their decision. Malice putting his armor back on looks at them and waits for their response. The first guard who stopped him originally says to Malice, “If you make trouble in my city, I will personally throw you out myself.” The guard shoot Malice a do not petch with me look, and walks back to his post muttering to himself to the second guard.

[Neoma]

Timestamp: 5th of Summer 512AV Neoma walked towards the trading post, her feet sore and her legs weak. She had been traveling from the coast inland for who knew how long. She had quickly fallen into instinct, tracking kills and scavenging everything she could. She had managed to save some things form the wreckage, like some clothes, money, food and other things. But not much. Money did you little good if you were in the wild, animals didn't use it to trade. Neoma now walked as a human, in worn leather boots and a dark brown cloak. She looked travel worn and weary, and sad. Her usual smile wasn't on her face as her hand went to her neck where a grisly, yet somehow pretty, necklace hung. Her mothers lost canines, and those of her dead opponents hung on it, along with some pretty feather, small gold circles and bits of bone with small engravings. It was a lovers gift from her father to her mother, and it was all she really had left of her. As she approached the gate she pulled her cloak tighter around her, scared of all these people. When a guard asked for her name and reason for being here her voice cracked with lack of use. "My name is Neoma and I'm here to find work, or a place to live." she informed him, he asked for weapons doubting already that such a young girl would carry any and when she told him she had none he was not surprise,d after recording her they permitted her into the city. She looked around of it, already hating the size. But she would need to stay here for awhile, gain her strength, get the things she needed. Perhaps find a bondmate, maybe even some friends. She couldn't live out in the wild any longer with the Djed effected plants and animals.

[Inoadar]

35th day of Summer, 512 AV

Inoadar scanned the tower through the trees behind one of the tents in the tidy little 'village' at the base of the stone path leading up the hill. He observed the routine at the tower several times over. It didn't look too bad. A single guard, sometimes two, breaking away from the rest to ask a few questions while bags are searched and weapons are declared and recorded.

He did not know if any of his weapons would raise eyebrows, but didn't anticipate an issue being made of them despite their covert nature. When it came right down to it, his Tamo daggers were only daggers. It was more the poisoning gear that would be the hitch.

He approached the tower, feigning a limp and employing his cane unnecessarily. A pair of guards broke away from the rest and approached him, one with the questions, the other with a pad for notations. The first guard began a quick search of his bags as Inoadar answered the questions.

"I am Inoadar, a traveling scholar in the field of anti-toxin development, purification and distribution. I seek entry to your city in hopes of establishing a clinic for the good of all within. Naturally, I hope to turn a profit in the process."

The guard looked to his partner, who finished his notes and nodded. "Naturally." the first guard muttered. He made no attempt to unfurl the bedroll, so he did not find the tamo dagger set, designed to look like a messenger's scroll case, with a leather strap solidly connected at both ends.

Upon request, Inoadar listed his hatchett, shovel, hammer and eating knife as his weapons, but they were, as he expected, shrugged off as tools, not weapons. He omitted the knuckleduster hidden in his cloak, the garrotte strung inside his pants leg, the blades in his boots, the bracer with the loops for his blowgun darts, and his cane, with the stiletto in the handle and the blowgun encompassing its length.

The grappling hook he explained as necessary to reach certain medicinal plants found in high elevation areas. His whip was, of course, a leftover from the time that he owned a horse. He began to volunteer to surrender it, but the guard waved away the suggestion.

He rattled off some babble about "toxin reversal reagents" and "protein bolstering resistance stimulants inherent in the flora of the southern hemisphere attributed to the genus verbosum extravagantius, which has had a protogenial resurgence in the magnafellusium of the petallic resins from which we garner...-" The guard was done looking over his poison samples, not knowing if they truly were what he said, and having no idea what he said, and replaced them in his bag with a shrug.

Upon finding the blowgun darts, the guard held them up, about to demand an explanation. Inoadar cut him off with feigned concern. "Be careful with those! Those are prepared samples! What? do you think a man can develop anti-toxins without it requiring the toxins to work with? This was the only method I had of purchasing them. I am newly come from Sunberth."

At the mention of that notorious city, the guard gave a long "Ahh" of understanding, and carefully replaced the dart case.

"Very well sir, you can go. Good luck in your efforts and enjoy your stay." the guard said with a slight bow.

Inoadar returned the bow, assuring the guard that he fully intended to. he then continued on to the ferry to inject himself into the populace of Ravok.

[Raylan Ramsey]

Timestamp: Summer 20th, 512AV Boredom was setting in on as he held his Mandolin, moving it into a playing position. He begun to strum a soft song together that he had played since he was a child. The wait became more bearable for everyone due to the new entertainment until it was his time to be inspected by the guards. Raylan had arrived ahead of most of the others but decided to stay behind until the crowd thinned down to simply help the guards by keeping the crowds happy in his own way. "I am here to view the sights and play some music as I see them, that is my work…" Raylan intoned softly after a moment or two of silent deliberation. “My only weapon is this mandolin.” He brought one of his index fingers down to puck a string. He then walked onto the ferry to travel across the lake to the docks.

[Jeremiah Maccabee]

The 4th of Summer 512  “Name.” The guard demanded. “Jeremiah Maccabee,” Mac replied. The guard recorded this in a ledger. “Purpose of your visit?” “Looking for work.” The guard dutifully recorded this as well. “Any weapons to declare?” Mac showed him his dagger. He didn't mention the knuckleduster. The guard wrote in his book. You gotta love bureaucracies, Mac thought. “Welcome to Ravok,” the guard said with a total lack of enthusiasm and waved Mac on his way. Mac made his way down to the docks where he found the ferry. A dockhand threw off one of the docking lines and was about to throw off the other when Mac waved to get his attention and was let on board. The ferry delivered him to the docks of the Floating City. One of the dockhands pointed him to Tarsin's Boarding House where he secured a room for the season. He negotiated an extra five gold mizas to have a fresh wash bowl delivered to his room each morning and to have the chamber pot emptied twice a day. His room was on the second floor and was a comfortable size with a bed, desk, chair, table, wardrobe and storage chest. Breakfast and dinner were provided in the common area. He would be on his own for lunches. It'll do for now, he thought. Until I can get myself established. LEDGER : -55 gm for the room for the season -5 gm for the extra services