Location The Southern Trading Post (City Entrance)

[Shriek]

Summer 20th, 511 AV, Dusk

Shriek had watched people move in and out of the human settlement warily for several bells when she decided to try her luck and enter the city. With all of her belongings carried on either her harness or within her backpack, and her wings folding neatly in the manner of a cloak, the Zith prepared to enter the Southern Trading Post of Ravok, a city she had only heard of in the caves of Castle Xy.

Shriek stood straight as she walked towards the entrance to the docks, her amber eyes glowing with malicious intent. Well, not malice aimed towards the men employed by the Black Sun, but malicious to the thought of having to go through the pain of registering her items.

She approached the first man, looking up at the tall man. She felt like some sort of fledgling brat. She was such a midget compared to these human men and women. Even with that, she still felt like she could kill them bare handed... If they didn't know she was coming. She had a fury no other humanoid race could match. All Zith had that passionate nature. It was probably their most dangerous feature.

I should like to enter. She said in her exotic, honeyed voice, a soft squeak passing her lips at an odd point in the proclamation. The man looked down at her and took a moment to stare into the yellowish eyes of the Zith. After a long chime, he nodded.

Your business, Zith? Do you have any weapons and trading materials to declare? He asked in a rough, gravelly voice. Shriek took another long chime to reply, her yellow eyes glinting with wariness as more people pushed by her. She had mastered her bestial nature to attempt entry into Ravok, and she would give it up if a brash enough person shoved her even once. No creature that could make a slave had the right to touch her. She'd kill them.

A bow, a sword, assorted poisons, and quite a few arrows. The rest is just gear to keep me going. She said coolly, smiling to show her sharp fangs. She spread her wings to show him she was honest, allowing him to see her harness was really her only form of clothing. The man took a good long look at the Zith before nodding and waving her through.

Don't cause problems, lady Zith. He said as she walked off, almost hopping away. Shriek pretended not to notice.

[Xanos_Knightshade]

Summer 511 AV

"Oh, bugger all."

Xanos was tapping his foot patiently, standing in the back of a long line of people waiting to enter the city. Most of them were Nuit, who quickly passed through; others, those with a heartbeat, were lagging up the line. Perhaps if the guard was not so hard-nosed about the living, things would go quicker.

Sighing, Xanos waited for a long time, before finally the line ended, and the guard was in his face. "State all weapons and equipment you own before entering; any equipment deemed illegal will be removed and retur-..."

Xanos opened his cloak to reveal his monk robes, tied off in black bandages at his ankles and wrists. "I live here, you dolt. Now, see anything illegal? No? Then hush up. I can't believe I had to stand behind those who know nothing of Rhysol; and I know that neither do you..." Before the guard could react, Xanos quickly added, "My last name is Knightshade. My first name is Xanos. I have come to live here, to perhaps join the Black Sun, and to rise higher in rank than the scum of Mizahar. Now excuse me, Scum of Mizahar."

And with that, Xanos Knightshade passed into Ravok.

[Kendall Saarinen]

57th of Summer, 511 AV Also placeholding for when Kendall and company get into the city.

[Scharis]

35 Summer 511AV Scharis leaned his head back against one of the larger crates that was nestled behind him on the cart, his feet hanging over the edge of the large wooden flatbed as it was hauled along by a small team of horses. There were a few wagons that were all rolling steadily along toward their destination of the Southern Trading Post for Ravok. Elliot, one of the other men working on the convoy as a guard, was chattering away about something he found to be quite exciting. Scharis had all but stopped listening a half hour ago, but the man had continued to chatter on as he drove the car, just making his own conversation to make the day go on faster. Scharis's fingers strummed across the strings of his lute absently as he watched the surroundings carefully, playing a slow tune that he knew well enough to play it without watching his fingers very much. He knew that they were just a few minutes away from the trading post. They could see it in the distance. But he wasn't here to play around. he was here to make sure that the convoy wasn't attacked. So he always kept his watch up. After a little while longer, the driver of the wagon pulled the cart to a halt outside of their destination. The guards of the city came around, inspecting the contents of the wagon as all the men dismounted. Scharis took a second, strapping his lute to his pack once more and gathering his stuff. This was where he would part way with the convoy, heading father into the city. The convoy would offload their goods, load new ones on and head back to Nyka. Scharis made his way over to the owner of the convoy and said his farewells to the man before heading over to the large tower. Scharis pushed open one of the doors leading into the tower and stepped inside. He looked around for a second, setting down his backpack before pushing the door closed behind him. One of the guards walked over to him, looking over the armor and equipment the Eypharian wore, carefully eyeing him," What's your purpose?" Sharis flashed the man a friendly smile, extending his hands away from any of his equipment," I wish to gain entrance to the city for residence, work, and enjoyment." The guard chuckled a little bit," What weapons you got?" Scharis turned his torso a little, pulling back the long lion skin cloak that drapped down his back to present the scabbards for his twin scimitars," Two scimitar swords, two shields, and my swingin'..." He trailed off for a second, catching the word in his mouth before he said it,"...Lute..." The guard almost burst out laughing, shaking his head for a second," What's your name then, Eypharian?" Scharis re Underia." The guard noted everything down in the logs before motioning for Scharis to step past. The armored Eypharian bowed his head to the man in thanks, picked up his belongings and headed off to the ferry to get transport across to the city. Adventure awaited beyond and Scharis wanted to find it.

[Sakirina]

Rina stopped walking, looking stoically at the large tower that marked her arrival in Ravok. Streams of people winding their way up the path leading to the trading post bustled to and fro with anticipation of passing through the post and boarding a ship to Ravok's main city. Merchants, ladled down with goods, took up the majority of the path, their animal transport bellowing calls into the air. Combined with the smattering sound of chatter from everyone making their way up the path lead this to be a very noisy affair.

Slipping back into the crowd, Rina began her way towards the trading post again, hoping she can get through it quickly and find work as a body guard or something similar, for she hadn't had a proper meal in a few days. Her light, loose fitting robe fluttered around her in the breeze. It was more like a trench coat than a robe (if not for the very light material), falling down to her knees and lightly hanging off her slim shoulders, the front completely open, revealing her cleavage, her breasts themselves were hidden by a bra-like apparel, the rest of her torso left bare. She wore long stockings that abruptly changed into a fishnet like design halfway up her shin, reaching to her mid-thigh and wore short shorts, fitted very tightly to improve mobility. A thin belt held her Talon Sword in place, which rested on her left hip in its sheath. Her long, flowing, fiery red hair hung attractively around her eyes in long bangs, the rest pulled back into a rough, long ponytail, which swayed as she walked. Her green eyes shifted from person to person as she made her way further towards the trading post. Obviously an Inarta, Rina usually gained a few curious looks, for the Inarta rarely left Wind Reach.

Growing tired of the two men next to her arguing over who had the better oxen, Rina moved a little faster, walking ahead of them and finally reaching the trading post itself. She fingered the length of her Talon Sword's hilt, waiting in line to be checked in by the soldier at the post, eager to finally enter Ravok itself.

As the people in front of her passed into Ravok, Rina stepped up to the guard. He looked her up and down, his expression slightly hidden by the shadow of the gate that fell across his face. Bringing his eyes back to hers, he spoke in a slightly gravely voice, no doubt worn down from talking to people all day. "Name, and what is your business in Ravok?"
Tossing her red hair out of her eyes slightly, Rina responded slightly bluntly. "Saki Rina, I'm here to find work."
"Work? As what?"
"A bodyguard or mercenary." She chose not to divulge that she worked as an assassin as well.
The guard looked her up and down again, smirking a little to himself. "A bodyguard huh..well..good luck..."
After checking over her minimal equipment and approving her entrance to the city, Rina walked through the trading post, entering Ravok at last.

[Aaren Kendrick]

72nd of Summer, 511 AV Most of the caravan had already passed through the heavy security detail, their heavy hides causing the boats to sink low against the waters. Waves licked against the rough wood of the hull, staining it with darkness as the tub of passengers bobbed in the lake. It was not particularly surprising they had been detained. Sweaty palms and shaking arms clung to a very old looking chest. A chest whose worn surface gleamed with magic as the bony fingers of the man curled about its corners. The poor man's anxiety riddled figure quaked as the Ebonstryfe questioned his peculiar box. "Name?" Filthy and nervous. Sweat beads and darting eyes attract attention... Aaren knew he had worked the man too hard before their arrival. Spinning res from borrowed fingers and sucking up the firelight from the seat he had so stealthily obtained. Too much had been ripped from the traveler's soul. "Scathan Duriel." The voice of the possessed was younger than his now frail body, though weighted with a weary impatience. Aaren could not feel the wound that had opened the night before, though hot blood was clinging to their shared pant leg he was unable to take notice of the spreading liquid warmth. "What's in your box Duriel?" The blood was unimportant. Duriel simply needed to last an hour or two longer than the boat ride. Indeed, it simplified matters. Scathan's mind could swim in magic induced delirium for eternity, Aaren didn't care. It was less taxing to retain one's grip on a shattered soul. "Nothing of interest I would imagine." Though unnaturally calm given the man's broken body the voice sounded like it spoke with a severe headache. Far too long of a journey, far too much fighting. He could sense the shivers of the man's revolting body shaking the grip of his soulmist. Shreds of Aaren's shroud were dissolving, he was loosing his hold. "Open." The lid lifted with unquestioning obedience, unlike the poor trader who had hosted Aaren so graciously. Examine and let us pass... Perfect my lads. With an inward cringe the ghost had allowed Ravok's agents to shuffle through his carefully guarded possessions. Papers whispered beneath the gruff fingers as they were pushed about and rearranged. The Ebonstryfe examiner could find nothing more suspicious than the box itself, vials of ink were hardly a reason to detain a man. Now was no time for delays, he was exhausted and Scathan would not last. The parasite was waved into the boat where his disintegrating host shivered on the moist plank bench.

[Chreinn]

Fall, 1, 511 av

His feet was killing him. That really was his only thought in his head as he kept walking until he came upon the guards.

"My name is Chreinn, I carry no weapons. I am here to try to find work and not sure how long I will be in the city."

Short but to the point. He really was not sure how much detail for his reasons and goals. With that he moved past them into the city in search of a few things first being finding a place to sleep then some work.

[Dempsey]

Dempsey walked quietly through the wooded area deep in his own thoughts. Time seemed to be passing slowly now and he began to wonder just how far he had walked. The caravan had stopped several miles back and after talking with several merchants he had left them, against their request, for Ravok. The past year had seemed to fly by so quickly and yet now as he neared the city time had almost stopped in his mind. Since leaving his home in Zeltiva he had joined a band of merchants and had traveled with them for the past year or so. He performed basic medical needs for the group in exchange for safe passage. It had been quite the experience and just what he had needed but he was beginning to want to settle back down in a more permanent place. His first thoughts were of Zeltiva but he quickly put that out of his mind, he did not wish to return there at least not for the time being. However after studying a map and talking with some of the merchant he had learned that Ravok was the closest settlement to their location and so he set off to there. It seemed a strange place to him but honestly he did not know much about it. Only that many of them worshiped Rhysol, which gave him hesitation as he was not the religious type. Its not that he doesn't believe in the gods, he just often forgets to pray or rather he doesn't care to; that had always bothered his mother. Soon a rather large tower caught his eye, it seemed somewhat out of place until he remembered what the merchants had told him. "This must be the trading post they spoke of..." His voice trailed off as he began to realize what was in store for him. He wondered if this place could really be his new home. He hoped at least he could find work here. Surely there is always need for another doctor, he thought to himself as a slight smirk crept across his face. With a deep breath he set forth. The guards stopped him and he explained why he was here, they seemed rather uninterested. "Weapon." One of the guards rather roughly demanded. "Uhh...none. Haa" His voice was shaky as he answered. The man raised an eyebrow at him as he seemed to be sizing Demps up, suddenly with a shake of his head he motioned for Demps to go on ahead. And just like that he was ready to take on this city for whatever it had in store for him.

[Arae]

85th of Fall, 511 “Get out of my way!” A large, heavily panting man put his hand on Arae’s shoulder and shoved her aside as he passed by, horse-in-tow. She bit back the startled cry in her throat when his calloused fingers made contact with her slender arm and slunk back out of reach of his hairy knuckles before they could do any real damage. He glared at her with bloodshot eyes, his dirty-gray brows knitting together in annoyance. “What’s the matter with you, girl? I barely touched you.” Arae lowered her gaze to the worn leather of her boots. “No problem, just no need to put your hands on me. I’ve moved out of your way as you asked. Please don't let me hold you up any longer.” She hoped he would would leave her alone, but she could feel the heat of his stare as he pinned her in place with it. It was several heartbeats before he let her go, muttering a curse, as he turned around and tugged his horse forward with the crowd. She stood back, allowing him to put a good amount of distance between them before letting out the breath she’d been holding and got back in line. The sun was up, she wasn’t going to shatter from being shoved around, there was no reason for her to overact the way she had, but the growing crowd felt like it was closing in on her and it had been a long day. There were too many people concentrated in one small space. She wouldn’t be able to relax until her turn came with the guard and she’d made her way through to the city. It took forever, waiting stiffly in line until her turn finally came. The guard angled his chin toward her bag, “What's your name and whats in your bag?” "Arae," she undid the braided cord around her bag and let him have a look inside. He dug around, tossing things aside, then held up her spider throwing knife and made note of it. There wasn’t anything else worth mentioning inside. “Why are you here?” “I’m traveling across Mizahar, Ravok was my next stop.” He cocked his head but said nothing, finally relenting with a nod and letting her pass through. As fast as her tired feet would carry her, she made her way out of the suffocating crowd and into the city.

[Flynn Maidrus]

5th of Winter 511 Finally, Flynn could see the Tower along the horizon. As a ghost, she never got tired from running, but she was bored out of her mind. Boring, boring, boring. She sped up her pace and from far away it would look like she was simply zooming past. If they could see her. She just need to get away from Ravok. Boring, hideous, painful Ravok. The place where she would find out why she was still alive, why she wasn't resting peacefully in her grave. There was no point. Never was. Desolate feelings pushed up against her chest, something that came along with the package of being a ghost. Stupid. Why was she still alive? Why couldn't she just damn it all to hell and let go? If she was alive, she'd be crying. Both Quis and Wes had told her she couldn't keep her feelings from overflowing, even if she tried. Stupid. Flynn had been doing that perfectly, until she became a ghost and apparently that did things to your psyche. Flynn slowed down as she approached the guards, and then remembered they couldn't really see her. Hell, there was really no point to this visit. She passed the guards and waited for the ferry.