{Flashback} Lost in Chaos (Closed)

[Aren]

21st of Spring, 509 AV The midday sun burned high over Syliras, the knightly city... or so Aren believed. On second thought, however, the scrapheap he now found himself in did not at all match the descriptions he had heard of that city. "Where in the--" The akalak consulted his map, bought from a peddler in Zeltiva. It was a straight shot from there to Syliras, and if this wasn't Syliras, where the hell was he? He attempted to stop an assortment of rather shifty looking characters, but the response to any questions he tried to pose was always the same, "Go hang yourself," or some variant thereof. Figuring that this could be Syliras, in the wake of some disaster he was not aware of, Aren decided to press on in his exploration of the area he found himself in. After a couple of mugging attempts on his person, and one broken bottle thrown in his general direction, the blue skinned warrior was seriously starting to doubt that he, indeed, stood in the city of knights (of which he had heard so much about). If this was Syliras, the knights must have been on strike, or some other such malady. Yet, there was something familiar about the place. Had he been here before, long ago? If he had, he could not recall, or perhaps it had been at a time when the city, if you could even call it that, had seen better days. For now, however, all he could do was attempt to find someone who was not immediately predisposed to accost him, or otherwise ignore him.

[Kreig Messer]

'Ahh, Such a lovely day' Thought the 23 year old Kreig as he passed through the streets of Sunberth. Even Sunberth had some charm in spring, sure the only charm would be that the weather is just right but hey, charm is charm. As he skipped through the towns ruined streets he couldn't help but feel happy. Sure, sure, its a ruined town of anarchy where your best friend is most likely your enemy and all that little bits of trivial things, maybe not so trivial ' Well, what to do today? I'm well enough to fight in Tall Johnny's humble little den of vie, or should I visit the Pig's Tavern to see if there is some nice little words being thrown around and need a listening ear' He thought to him, stepping over cracks, fallen Items and the passed out drunkard or fool that seemed to litter the street in this fine hour.


It was at this moment he noted an odd looking Akalek who was a great deal tall as is common with their kind, Anyone dumb enough to try and assualt this fool mustve been dealt with quite easily. One of the things of majore interest about this being is that he carried a scythe, causing a random thought to enter the Brawler's mind as he ontinued to observe the Akalek with obvious interest ' He seems quite lost, but he doesn't look to be needing any help from a gent such as I" He thought as he quietly followed, not truly following but fate have it they were walking in the same direction 'This could prove very interesting'

[Aren]

Aren had decided that, in his search for someone who was actually willing to talk to him, an inn or drinking establishment would probably be a good place to start. Besides, the streets were full of people whose gaze tended to linger on him in a distinctly unfriendly way. Akalaks that found themselves anywhere but Riverfall would probably have to get used to being gawked at, but this was succinctly different. The atmosphere here was not... welcoming, to say the least. Honestly, he doubted any place he found in this miserable city would be different, but at least in a place where people were drinking they might be too busy with said activity to bother much with him. Continuing to traverse the outskirts of the city, eventually the akalak stumbled upon just what he sought, "The Pig's Foot..?" he read, his eyes accosted by the name of the... establishment. From the noises inside, it could have been a tavern, or it could have an arena of some sort. But, from the smell, Aren was leaning towards tavern. Walking into the place in as nonthreatening a manner as a giant, scythe armed, blue skinned humanoid could manage, Aren immediately looked around, assessing the situation inside. Two idiots were brawling off to one corner, although the fight seemed to be dying down, as the patrons of the bar had begun to return to their tables and their drinks. The moment he walked in the door, however, all eyes turned in his direction, unwelcoming glares the order of the day. Aren tread carefully as he approached the bar, the old barkeeper's animosity towards this newcomer plain, for all to see. "A round of drinks for everybody here... and some information, if it's available," the akalak knew that free drinks was a difficult offer to pass up, and the patrons of the tavern were more likely to tolerate him if he were tossing some around. The weathered man behind the bar did not seem to dislike him any less for it, but business was business, "Ask, and maybe I'll answer." The patrons had been waiting to see what stance the man behind the bar took, and at his reply, they all cheered jovialy for the free drinks that were about to come their way.

[Kreig Messer]

'Oh? quite the big spender' Though Kreig as he took a seat in the bar next tot he Akalak, careful not to catch his attention just yet 'Is it fate that we meet in such a place?' He thought with a grin as he enjoyed the free drink. Taking small sips from the ale as to enjoy it. Quickly he decided to make chit chat with the blue giant " Well, dear associate, its quite the charitable thing you've done" He gave a cheerful smile as he raised his ale "Not many would be so charitable in this little part of the land" Usually, those who did either had a respectable sum and are well known in Sunberth, or plain Idiots who might get mugged later 'He certainly looks the type, then again its never wise for fools to trifle with an Akalak. Although it would be quite the fun to certainly fight him, but he didn't want to start a fight here, the owner is quite good on dealing with those who might end up damaging his establsihment.

[Aren]

"Would you be so kind as t--" As Aren prepared to ask the dour looking man behind the bar his question, a patron of the bar (some young fellow sitting next to him) engaged the akalak in what was, ostensibly, friendly conversation. The young man was much shorter than him, with blond hair and a fighter's physique, if he didn't miss his mark. As Aren turned to engage this conversational stranger, likely a rare breed in this gods-forsaken city, the bartender was all too glad to be rid of the attentions of the blue skinned pest, "Oh? And, uh... what might this part of the land actually be called?" The akalak leaned nonchalantly against the counter, feigning only cursory interest, his elbow resting on the counter as his body was turned fully in the direction of his new acquaintance. He knew, from bitter experience, that this crowd he found himself in would not hesitate to milk every miza out of him before divulging anything of any interest to anyone. From the look of him, Aren doubted his talkative friend was any different.

[Kreig Messer]

'Even when the Akalak leans he's still taller' Thought Kreig as he took a sip of his mead "Hmmmm....? Oh, It's called Sunberth my large associate" He said with a nice little smile on his face, noting the fact he had to ask 'Not surprising I suppose. Still , its rare for someone to wander into sunberth by accident. Assuming he came here by accident?' He said as he stared at him "Since it seems your a cautious man" He said quietly " I suspect you be careful of each and every little gent here, they know you got money now" He quietly said and continued with more advice " Since I happen to like your scythe, religious reasons honestly, I'm gonna have to advise you to walk back the way you came, less you want to be penniless by day's end, being a corpse is a high possibility he said" Oh Kreig knew how his town worked. The petchers in this town don't care much for outsiders like most places, but being lower on the scale of decency, they might gang up on him and well.....It's obvious isn't it

[Aren]

Sunberth? How the hell had he ended up here, Aren wondered. As he took in this stranger's advice, the akalak couldn't help but smile as his gaze shifted to take in the ragtag patrons of the bar, "I'd like to see them try," he whispered. His visage promptly returned to his new acquaintance, however, as he eyed the man over once again, "In fact, I suspect you'd have better luck with that," he commented, trying to guess the chances that the man would actually attempt such a thing. Honestly, Aren would have been more than glad to follow his new friend's advice, but the matter was not so simple. The map he had used to get here was wholly inaccurate (otherwise he wouldn't be here) and therefore useless. He needed to acquire a new one, and one which was, preferably, more reliable than his last. Unfortunately, he doubted he currently found himself in a city teeming with honest merchants, who would stand by their wares. Perhaps, however, his little helper could aid in the endeavor, "Tell me, is there any place around here where I might find a cartographer, or a trader who's wares are known to be of high quality?" It was a long shot, he realized, but this was a city, and a big one, by the looks of it. How hard could it be to find one usable map in a bustling metropolis? Even if it seemed to be more junkyard than civilized town.

[Kreig Messer]

"I probably can, but don't worry..... I have no need for your mizas" He grinned as he looked around the tavern " Your best bet is the Markets on the docks, lot of their inventory is stolen and of shady quality, but its the best place to find some proper equipment. Of course, there is also a few places that may have things of better and authentic quality. I know a couple of 'traders' who have everything you may need, although they are in shadier places. There is also a blacksmith's establishment of good reputation called 'A Knight's Armory' " He said quietly, taking another drink from his ale "I can show you around" He offered " Consider it a thanks for the free drinks"

[Aren]

Aren nodded agreeably, to the young man's suggestion, "I'd appreciate the help, if it's not too much trouble," conveniently forgetting to reply to his acquaintance's rather blunt insinuation that he could take the akalak's money by force. Reaching into his money purse, Aren pulled out a couple of gold mizas, to pay for the cheapest drinks of a tavern full of drinkers, and be on his way. The gruff old man behind the counter was more than glad to take his money, but his thanks for the business was only an incoherent mumble which sounded more like an insult. "Lead the way," Aren requested from his friendly new friend, before he realized that he didn't know man's name, nor had he introduced himself. "I'm Aren, by the way. Aren Anazasz," he offered, remembering his manners, and hoping to receive the same courtesy, if only so that he had something to call this stranger.

[Kreig Messer]

" A pleasure to meet you Aren" He said with a grin as he got off his stool and gave a mock bow " Kreig Messer, an 'educated' brawler.....well, at least I can read and write" He gave a chuckle as he walked in front of the blue giant " And more than educated on how Sunberth works, feel free to ask anything." He said as he walked out of the establishment, ready to hit the different destinations in town " By the way" he whispered quietly " I suggest you act as a brute so anyone outside the bar doesn't try to take advantage of you. The only things intimidating about you is your size and scythe, and your creepiness doesn't actually help it much" He then looked at the streets " And try not to anger the masses, this town is lawless so if the masses are angry there will be no official to save you"