Location Welcome Center and Employment Office

[Baragul]

Baragul smiled good a job as a blacksmith. He really wished for that more than anything else. He always loved the heat of the forge. He smiled at Trega nodded and left set directly out for the Ironworks or should he work with Sultros. Damn he thought maybe I should go home and think about this first. Deciding he is way to irrational some times it would be better to think it out. Off he went back home offering another nod to Trega on the way out.

[Angela Heartsinger]

Angela looked at the old building and had a sudden flutter of nervousness in her stomach. She never had to care for herself, nevertheless work to support her own life. The idea was daunting. Yet she swallowed her fear and breathed deeply, trying her best to calm the butterflies. It was time to grow up. She had to do it sometime, right? It was time to find work and commit to the daily grind. She walked though the doors with deliberateness, her head held high. But the new glowing pride quickly dimmed as she looked around the room awkwardly. What was it she was suppose to do? She glanced around at the people, who gave her a sideways glance back, then felt suddenly relieved when her eyes fell upon a stack of information sheets. Quickly gathering a paper and a writing utensil, she sat down and started to fill out the form... Name: Angela Heartsinger Race: Human Age: 16 Relevant Skills: Fortune Telling, Observation Preferred Emplyment: Fortune Teller Expected Stay In Syliras: As long as I can stay and support myself. After filling out the form, she waited patiently to be called to the front desk. By this time, her nerves had calmed as she accepted the new role she would possibly play in life. When she was finally summoned, Angela smiled kindly at the secretary and handed in the sheet.

[Blight]

It had been hard, to slip by the knights that dutifully pointed out to each newcomer where to go. He didn't want to talk to them, he didn't want to talk to anyone, really. They would see what he was.
They would know all he had sown was the suffering of others, he lived by the providence of some twisted deity. His life was built upon the foundations of those that had died to preserve one that was unworthy. He did not want anyone to see that, but he knew they all would.
He remembered the pangs of hunger, the creeping cold that entered his body. Such was the signal of death, he wanted to avoid that most of all. So he entered, entered the building the symbols of this city's strength directed newcomers towards.
In he stepped, and with trepidation, reached for what he judged to be an employment form.

Name: "Blight"
Race: Human
Age: ~32
Relevant Skills: Unarmed Combat
Preferred Employment: N/A, I will do anything to recieve payment.
Expected Stay In Syliras: Perhaps a season

He held onto the paper, hands trembling. Anything, anything at all would be fine. If only they would accept him. He knew his skill set was hopelessly narrow. Yet still, he rationalized, that must speak of an endless focus, correct?
Slowly the solemn procession towards the front desk thinned out, and within a bell's time, Blight stood a smiling visage. He thrust forward the papers, with a sudden jerking motion.

"Anything you can give me, I'll take."

[Accolade]

A good day as any, another bright day of work, and many people looking for jobs. Trega had gotten in early as normal, cleaned up and set out more forums for employment. It would be a busy day as she expected and soon people were coming in and looking for work.

Angela

"Hello there, Fortune Telling seems to be growing in the city. I may have to get my own fortune told soon." She didn't really mean it, but was trying to make polite conversation to ease the tension. "Alright dear, good luck out there. You may want to try the taverns, or the market where people come a lot."

[Carvezia]

Carvezia queitly walked into the building as she scanned the small but empty room that only had a desk and chairs scattered around. Seeing that she was the only one there on that warm summer day, it gave her a little more comfort. "I guess everyone is enjoying the weather" she thought as she curiously walked towards the stack of papers neatly piled on a desk. She picked one up quickly realizing that it was a form for employment. Carvezia grabbed the quill lying near by, dotted it in the ink a few times and began filling out the form.

Name: Carvezia Smith
Race: Human, Mixed (Benshira)
Age: 20
Relevent Skills: Sailing, Observation
Preferred Employment: I would hope to join a merchants ship crew.
Expected Stay in Syliras: If not assigned to a crew then possibly for a while.

After filling out the form Carvezia set the quill in the ink and slided her form across the desk as she took a seat and pateintly waited.

[Tessabelle]

Tessabelle slipped in, she looked around smiling. She was in need of a job right now, dancing on the street just wasn't cutting out for her, and Tessabelle wanted so many new things but she didn't have a lot of money. She dipped the quill in the ink before starting. Name: Tessabelle Race: Ethfael (Earthbound race;Benshira) Age: A year old, looks to be in the early twenties Relevant Skills:Riding, Singing, Dancing, Astrology Preferred Employment: Singing Expected Stay In Syliras: Until fall She sat in a chair, waiting. She hoped she got the job she wanted and if she didn't thst was fine.

[Jervis Hill]

59th Summer 513

Jervis pushed open the door to the welcome center. This was the place he'd been told he'd find a job if he needed one and he needed to replenish his funds so he could get some top grade materials. Jervis patted some of the travel dust from his cassock before entering, He'd washed himself before he came but hadn't tad time to wash his clothes yet.

Jervis approached the counter and looked over the form there. He'd like money but he'd also like to learn something new to improve his skills as a weapon smith. He considered learning about making bows but the best bows came from wind reach, However in a town this large it may be possible to find some sort of inventor. That would be a neat new skill that could serve him well and melded well with the skills he already knew. Jervis quickly scribbled out the form in his sloppy chicken scratch.


Name: Jervis Hill
Race: Isur (Terras)
Age: 50
Relevant Skills: Weapon smithing, Metalworking, Blacksmithing, Carving
Preferred Employment: Gadgeteering apprentice
Expected Stay In Syliras: Until fall maybe longer

Jervis placed the form in the small box on the counter and sat down to wait and see what happened.

[Accolade]

What a busy day it was, as it had been all season long. The employment office was crowded daily and from the early mornings well into the late evening. Trega was on call as was the norm, but the older patron was always ready to do her job. She looked through the sheets, called upon the next in line and tried to get the conversation quick and to the point so that as many people could be seen that day as possible.


"Carvezia Smith? The merchants here don't normally have a crew. Many ship their items out on the larger carriers, while some own a boat themselves and trade their items that way. Is there something else you wish to do?"


"Tessabelle. Ah, a singer, I think you will do well in the city, there are many places that could use a pretty singer in their taverns. Which would you like?"


"Jervis Hill Gadgeteering I see? This craft isn't popular in this city. Do you know of someone, or shop you wish to work in?"

OOCIf you're only going to be in the city til fall there is no point in applying for a job here.

[Jervis Hill]

"Actually no, I just arrived in the city and find myself in need of replenishing my funds. I just thought in as large a city as this someone might but looking, but if that's not the case I'll pretty much take any form of physical labour for some cash, Don't matter so long as it pays me some miza's." Jervis said with a smile, Oh well maybe there defenses use less mechanics than the isur's own. It would be harder to build them with all this open sky above you that was for sure.

[Tallen]

Tallen Summer, 513 Tallen knew the money she had taken from her father wouldn't last much longer. She stands looking at the employment office, it's a place to start that she wouldn't get looked at with to much ire she hopes. She walks in and spots the forms, with a sigh she takes one and something to write with and fills it out at the table. As she does she hopes the person who looks at the form doesn't recognise her name, recognise that her father recently fell into a drunken depression and stopped his work without notice. Name: Tallen Race: Human Age: 19 Relevant Skills: Metalsmithing, Blacksmithing Preferred Employment: Blacksmith Expected Stay In Syliras: Indefinitely, as a resident. When finished, Tallen passes the form to the smiling secretary avoiding eye contact. She took a seat and waited nervously.