Location The Southern Trading Post (City Entrance)

[Scezha]

Ravok. The only civilization that's within a week travel from Scezha's location right now. He's been looking for his master for quite some time and hasn't found any clues. His only place to look for leads right now is the nearest civilization possible, and Scezha really couldn't think of a better place than this floating city.

The sun continues her routine trip to the horizon, as the huge tower symbolizing Ravok's entry dock become bigger and bigger. Scezha never been to Ravok before, his master says something about missing your steps and spends the rest of the week on borrowed cloths, but the huge tower of Ravok was already legendary. Few ever states Ravok without even mentioning the tower.

The scent of water becomes apparent with each step Nanta, Scezha's horse, took. Tonight, after so many nights spent in the wild, Scezha and his steed can enjoy a comfortable sleep in a city. Provided, of course, the guards let them pass. He sure hopes so, for Scezha would hate it if the guards prevents him from looking into the exotic city at night. Not to mention, Ravok is the only human settlement build above water. He wonders what that city looks like from the inside.

Scezha hops down from Nanta's back and carries her by her tack. A common means of courtesy to jump down from a horse when you want to talk to someone with higher social status. And Scezha sure doesn't want the guards to think that he's looking down on them. Upon arriving on the tower's gate, one of the guards gave him a long, piercing look, followed with a huff. Scezha didn't know what's in his head, and at this time proper accommodation is more important than his curiosity.

"Name and purposes?" The guards doesn't bother to make an even longer sentence, as if he doesn't know how to make it, or too lazy to make one. Scezha assumes it's the latter, and answers appropriately.

"My name's Scezha of the sons of Benha. I'm merely passing through to seek shelters from the winter night." That's all the information he need to know. After all, the guy doesn't seem like he's interested in a little chat anyway. Something poke Scezha's minds then he quickly adds. "Can I take my horse with me? I've spent so many time with her, and I'm a little uneasy to leave her by herself tonight."

[Malkur]

67th of Winter, 510AV

"Huhhh"

The sigh escaped the young lips of one Malkur Kyra, the traveling warrior. As he approached the trading post, he was instantly spotted; which was smart of course. When a man wearing banded mail and having a shield strapped to his arm approaches your post you tend to take notice. Across his back was a spear around the same height as him, 5'6" or so.

Malkur was finely built, with wide set shoulders and powerful legs. His arms were strangely long for his height, and his square set features and no none sense side shaved pony tail giving him that 'warrior look'. After ascending toward the guard tower he entered with little fan fare, removing his spear and handing it to the guard who approached him.

The guard grunted something about Malkur's 'name, intentions, and any weapons'. Malkur barely paid attention, staring around at the fortification with a mixture of awe and a bit of envy. Despite his love of travel, he would be lying if he wasn't wishing he could be a hired solider to some grand army or a distinguished guard.

""Malkur Kyra - Looking for work - I have this short spear, my fathers banded mail, and my shield. No other weapons to report."

His voice was official, no mocking or even bored tone it. He stood tight and handed his spear to the guard, whom inspected it before handing it back to him. Malkur sheathed it across his back without much thought.

"Don't cause any trouble."

Was about the welcome Malkur got, and with a shrug the young man headed toward the ferry which transported him to the city docks. His adventures in Ravok finally beginning, if he didn't get stabbed in an alley before he even got work, that was.

[Voreasos Alisier]

80th Winter 510 AV

The young Symenestra slowly made his way to the watch towers. He had no fear of them or the humans in the city for some reason. He knew they could kill him with ease however he could not for the life of him grasp the energy to care all that much during the winter season.

The guards stopped him and asked him questions that almost every guard did. His name, reason in the city and weapons. Really if you saw one guard then you saw them all no matter what. Must have been a rather boring life as a guard unless you could kill someone but Vore knew his race was known to be killed for whatever reason yet this city could be known more so to turn you into a slave.

“Vore, just vore. Reason for being in the city is passing by maybe looking for some work during Winter and Spring. Only weapon is this light sword I have but more for show then anything.”

All of which were true. To a point. He was just looking for work and a place to stay and the weapon he did have was a Gladius which was more show then skill but he did not give his full name. Just part of it but then again few humans cared of his name for what race he was. With that he just passed by looking about in hopes of finding some type of work.

[Rysen Londell]

Spring 1 511 AV

Breathing hard Rysen continued toward the lake that was laid out before him, his pack bouncing with his steps. He must have been running for a least 6 miles now which seemed about right to him, the man had told him it was roughly that distance to reach the lake. It had been an exciting year for him. Since he left his home of Zeltiva he had grown and learned much. He felt like he was gaining perspective in his life for the first time. As he traveled around over the first time he found himself close to Ravok and decided to once again move towards a city. He had read about Ravok in his time at the University back in Zeltiva and he found it to be a very peculiar city. He was interested in the architecture and culture, however the spiritual beliefs and the Black Sun worried him. In the end he had made up his mind he was ready to go back to dealing with the life that comes with a city.

He checked in with the guards. He was not used to this sort of procedure but he cooperated and did as he was instructed to do with a smile. The only weapon he carried was a small fishing knife that had be given to him by his father. He let the guard examine it and returned it to his belt. The guard informed him that he would be admitted into the city as a visitor, Rysen thanked him which seemed to catch the man off guard. He made his way onto the fairy and as he looked out across the lake he was reminded of what he had read about Ravok once, that visitors were often sold into slavery. An uneasy feeling came over his stomach but he assured himself that it must be an exaggerated tale for sure.

[Crismento Miren]

3rd Spring of 511 AV Ravok, at long last! A city on a lake, swarming with worshippers of Rhysol. ’Here I am, Rhysol, at your city of evil. Bless my lies and wish me luck!’ It wasn’t a prayer, but rather a small thought to amuse himself. The journey, after all, was really tiring. Once the Southern Trade Post tower was clearly visible, Cris separated from the caravan that he had joined to travel to Ravok. His stride confident and fast, he was quickly approaching the tower. One of the guards saw him coming and was already ready greet the traveler. When Cris was within the speaking distance, he slowed down his pace, removed the hood and finally stopped right in front of the guard. The man’s request for name, purpose for arrival and information of any weapon Cris might have had with him was less than welcoming. It was clear that it was not the first time the guard had asked this and was prepared to do that many more times. ”The name is Atelius Kasami,” Crismento introduced himself with a smile. ”I seek shelter in Ravok that would protect me from the harshness of the wilderness. I might just rest here before continuing my travels or I might decide to extend my stay and embrace the values this city has to offer. The only thing that is left for us, in order to know what the future has ready for me, is to wait and see. With that being said, I bear no arms as I do not wish to be the cause of any trouble, so me being a nuisance to the guards should not be in the future’s plans.”

[DraSimon Slade]

4th of Spring, 511

Finally! Simon had reached Ravok. He had been traveling towards Ravok for years. Shortly after he turned nineteen he had set off from Kalindor far to the West of Ravok. There were many long and treacherous roads between there and here, but he made it. Of course, the trip could have been shorter, but Simon is not the kind to resist the temptations of civilization and people. He drug his feet as he stumbled towards the city gates. Every step seemed to take the effort of running a marathon. Never before had he felt the exhaustion of his six year journey. But now - at the end of his journey - he could feel every step and every day spent sleeping upon the hard packed earth between the settlements. He was elated to reach his destination, but he felt so incredibly tired. Suddenly, there was a grating and grinding. He raised his head towards the city in time to see the gates sliding slowly closed.He picked up his feet and sprinted towards the gates of the city. I can't let those gates close on me!, he thought. His shoulder brushed against the edge of the door as he pushed his way into the city. His brief moment of elation was crushed when he ran directly into some figure. Simon went crashing to the ground - his harp knocking loudly against the back of his skull. A hand was thrust into his face, and - looking up - he realized that the hand was connected to a city guard. "Thank Rhysol" - Simon slipped easily into the cultures used in each city - "I feared that I had run headlong into same vagrant that would fleece me for all of the goods. But I see that I ran into one of Ravok's famous city guards." As he spoke he was certain to make eye contact with the guard as he spoke. Simon's eyes flashed a faint trace of gold, and the guard's once serious expression began to melt. His hypnotic charms were beginning to work. Simon accepted the hand and the assistance. Simon listened patiently to the guards questioning and then replied, "My name is Simon - DraSimon on my mother's side and of my father's house. Yes sir, my father was a Vantha. And my mother a Symenestra. I'll be attempting to play some music and maybe make some money. No, I don't have any weapons - just my harp. I certainly don't intend to cause any trouble. Have a goodnight, sir. I'm sorry for keeping you out in the cold for so long this night. Rhysol bless you also." Hiking his harp higher onto his shoulder - Simon set off to go deeper into the city. The guards are always the easiest to hypnotize. They see so many poor and desperate souls a day that they never expect to feel a touch of magic. He paced farther down the docks with the intent of finding an inn to stay at for the night. As he walked, his steps began to falter. His feet kept running into each other. Vision blurring - he thought, Hypnotism in a state of exhaustion like this? I'm such a fool. He tottered and had to brace himself against a wall. His objective changed - Simon set out to find an alley to sleep in. Hopefully, the alley would not have to much mold in it. He knew that their would be mold; the city was to moist for there not to be.

[Ren Tanor]

Ren laid spread out under the shade of the largest oak tree in sight. In his hand sat a small wooden box marked with a carved in "x", Ren cradled it with the utmost care. Ren was watching for the perfect moment to sneak past the guards and to smuggle these smelling salt right under the guards noses.

[Ren Tanor]

Ren after what seems like more than three hours ren decides it would be to risky to try and smuggle in the item. After what feels like an hour ren decides to bury the wooden box under the. Largest oak tree in the forest. Afetr the. Box has been buried out of view re n heads for the customs gate.

[Seth]

Crismento Crismento was given a blank stare as he went through his speech, the guard patiently waiting for him to finish. After the man finished, the guard stepped forward, snorting a bit as he did. "Grand speech. Suspicious speech. You sure do think you have a clever tongue on you, don't ya?" The guard quickly patted Crismento down, doing it a bit roughly, a sudden flicker of an amused smile appearing on his face. After a few moments of this near-violent patdown, he would step back. The guard went about taking notes of Crismento's stated reasons for being here, the look on his face returning to a bored one. Apparently he had gone through this routine quite a bit. A minute later, all of the information has been recorded in a notebook, and Crismento was cleared to enter the city.

Ren As the Kelvic approached, he was given an almost amused look. He would be treated as any other person entering the gates, with a quick examination, and then a series of questions that were designed to understand his intentions within the town. As long as he didn't confess a plan to murder several people within the city, or rob the purses of every Ebonstryfe that he saw... then he would be able to pass the gates just fine, and continue on into the city.

[Nyahna Sasin]

5th of Spring 510 AV

After weeks of traveling in the petching freezing cold, he had finally made it. Ravok, the city of evil. At least, that was what he had heard from the people he had asked, but then again, that had been in Syliras, and, if rumor were to be believed, the Knights and the Black Sun were mortal enemies or something like that.

That was none of his business, really. He was just here to see what he could find to do.

Glancing around, he spotted a small trickle of what appeared to be merchants and travelers entering and exiting a large tower on a hill. Readjusting his pack, he headed up the hill, into the tower.

Inside, he was approached by a rather bored looking guard, who lazily requested his name, reason for being here, and a list of all weapons on his person.

"My name is Sasin. Don't ask, my mother had a sense of humor. I'm just here to see the sights, maybe do a few odd jobs, the usual. Just a wandering traveler. I have, let's see..." He pulled his quiver from his back. "uh, five, ten, fifteen, wait no, I counted that one twice. Ugh, let's say some fifty or so arrows, shall we? A bow, obviously, and a couple of daggers."