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[Marcus Drago]

Summer 36th, 514 AV

It was night time, twenty-four bells rung throughout the city. All the souls of Ravok slept peacefully in their little shelter. Safe from the outside world, protected by the men and women sworn to give their lives for them and Black Sun. Oddly enough, not a single soul was to be found. Normally there would still be people roaming around in bars or showing for their love of Rhysol in group prayers. Not a single missionary or couple. Yet another strange occurrence in the city.

There were a lot of things about Ravok that would leave outsiders with a raised brow. Whether it be the clear waters that were always drinkable no matter what was dumped inside the lake, or the strange Ravokians and their hatred for outsiders. It was a strange place to live in. Dangerous as well.

Marcus stepped onto a bridge and leaned on the handles. He stared at the beautiful moon illuminate the night sky, along with stars that glittered around it. He took note to the reflection of the still water and how it showed everything that floated above it, from the city buildings to Marcus himself. It was hard to believe that such waters held a dangerous creature inside of it, a large and terrifying beast. He heard of the stories, noted some of the floating body parts that rose to the surface, and dealt with some of the imbeciles that believed feeding the monster would settle its appetite.

He could never understand why such idiotic people proudly claimed themselves children of the God Rhysol. The damn God probably didn’t want a single thing to do with them or their practices. He rested his forehead on his fingers, taking in a deep sigh, and tried his best to keep his eyes from closing for good.

He just finished another mercenary mission and his body felt as though it would collapse at any given time. Marcus house rested on the other side of the building just adjacent to him. It would take just a couple of steps and he would be in his bed soundly passed out.

He thought about heading in, but was immensely enjoying the scenery in front of him. Normally Marcus would see couples holding each other in this particular spot, and he would be trying his best to get past them without creating an awkward atmosphere. He never got the chance to stop and stare at the captivating moon that rested just above his head. He liked its appearance around this time of night. Maybe he would come back tomorrow and admire the view again.

[Elina Fenicha]

"Leaving a bit late tonight, aint you girl." The guard looked over Elina for a few more seconds then gave the all clear signal. Sparring swords clanged together in the distance was faintly heard, a group clearly intent on perfecting there craft at all hours of the day. "Did you forget something?", he said to her. In fact, Elina had forgot something. A few drawn up plans for the next days work were already made up by the master smith. Elina was supposed to look over them tonight so the next day, when she arrived back at the forge work could start quicker and with more of a purpose. With this strange fish going around in the middle of the lake, the master smith felt the need for stronger and better forged weapons. It was already late and the woman knew she would hate herself if she didn't have a decent idea of what was on these plans. Elina told the guard as much.

"Aye, always work to be done here even when I aint slamming a hammer down. Have a good night sir." She said, as nice as she could. Most of the guards didn't pay much attention to the girl. After all why should they, workers come and go all the time. Even so Elina tried her best to be friendly with the men. Most didn't seem to mind, a few even told her hello now and again. Though this was rare.

Adjusting the strap of her backpack she began walking back home. The familiar steps down the hallway back into the temple of the Black Son, it was a beautiful sight. Hard to believe such a city was protected by a god so many feared. Must be why such a city exists to begin with she assumed. It was a rather gloomy night but the flames lit the way for her passage. Elina was getting used to this city, slowly of course. She had arrived last season but was only able to really find a job a few weeks back. The woman had never expected to be making weapons inside the Vitrax when she first arrived but she didn't deny that it certainly was worth the coin.

However, all the water did scare her. It wasn't until she first arrived that Elina did not know how to swim. Fearful of constantly slipping of a bit of land and tumbling into the lake constantly filled her mind. To counter this the woman often walked in the middle of any street or bridge. More often than not though, she didn't mind. Especially at night, such a sight from the moonlit sky bouncing off the surface of the lake gave a sheer sense of pleasure. All around this city were landmarks and other elegantly created works. Elina had only wished her room at the boarding house wasn't facing a wall, then again if it hadn't Elina would never get any work done. Constantly getting absorbed by all the surrounding land certainly didn't do anything for ones sleep or working habits.

Much of the street was deserted at this time, most likely a few taverns still had customers, apparently this giant fish was doing harm to more than just slaves. Elina tugged the strap on her shoulder once more to tighten it up. The bag hung to her right side, she had only bothered to place one strap over her arm. As she crossed a bridge still a good ways off from her room she spotted her first man, the first one tonight since she left the Vitrax. His white coat was easily spotted in the night, the man must have been looking at something out in the lake. Elina assumed his home was most likely nearby. Ravok is home to many cutthroats and thief's. A bench was over towards her right just at the start of the bridge, the womans boots were getting annoying so she sat down to fix them. Hastily getting them on seemed like a good idea before she left home, now not so much. The lack of support was bothering her foot. Her work pants and shirt were still on, Elina hadn't gotten time to take them off before she left to head back to work.

The torch overhead gave enough lite to actually see the boot, only if it was placed on the edge of the bench and Elina moved her head just a bit to the right. Elina tilted her head up to see what the clocked man was doing. In the distance a few rowdy men were just faintly heard, a group obviously that had too much to drink and free time.

[Marcus Drago]

Summer 36th, 514 AV

The night sky was unseen. Shrouded by the lights of the lanterns in the area. It was tough to spot any stars other than the large moon, which saddened Marcus a little considering he always thought the most beautiful of the picture rested in the glimmering background. His sigh became overbear by the noise of rowdy men performing some type of task. It seemed as though there were people whose eyes stayed open at this time of night.

Marcus legs became weak as the rest of his body wished for deep sleep. He, however, was still enjoying the view of the moon and what little comets that showed itself. His attention soon turned to another picture, one of a brown haired beautiful female. Her boots tapped lightly against the concrete of the bridge, and objects inside her bag rattled along with the music of paper. He noticed this woman somewhere before.

He often saw her performing a practise of blacksmith, making swords and such for profit. He turned away slowly, so as to not seem like a creep to the young lady walking past the bridge. He stared at her curve and roundness of her lower waist with a curious and pleasing look. He couldn’t help the manly instincts he was given, and showed no shame in telling a woman with the stare of his eyes that she was indeed very beautiful. He smiled a little and turned away as she sat at a bench and focused towards him. It appeared that he had caught her eyes as well, but most likely for reasons of protection, not admiration.

Realizing that his body was slowly giving out on him, he moved slowly to the woman’s position, sitting next to, but as far away from her as he possibly could. His intentions were not to attack her, but she would probably think it was. In actuality this bench was the closest to Marcus past position, therefore it was the one he would most likely take.

His look of admiration deceased, and instead tried his best to give a look of friendship so as not to creep the woman out. The noise of men shouting and the clanging of swords grew a little bit louder, but dim enough to note that they were far away. “Nice night isn't it,” he said in an attempt to lighten the mood between him and the female. If she felt as though he was going to do so much as rape or killed her, then maybe she would feel better if Marcus was to say a few words.

“Most of the time couples are seen walking the midnight streets, but none are in sight. I should consider this a good thing because I get to enjoy a beautiful sight such as this.” He pointed his finger towards the luminescent moon. His voice was monotonous and a little deep to show that he was an older man. He looked as though he was paying no attention to her and staring up towards the moon, but he kept the woman’s movement in his vision. If she made a move to him, he would make one to her with the intentions of killing. “My name is Ghost.”

[Elina Fenicha]

Elina shuffled her position on the makeshift bench. "Great, now the creep wants to talk to me." The woman thought to herself, letting out a small sigh. Strangely the man she had originally spotted decided to just take the open seat as invitation. Surprised at this Elina turned her body to face him, placing her feet up on the bench as well. Wrapping her arms around her legs, she leaned in to see what this man had to say.

His first comment made her chuckle, could this man have made a clearer comment. Ravok was always lovely, especially at night. Faint light of the torches and lanterns dotted around the landscape from houses or taverns with bellies to fill. Much of the night shrouded the mans face but his colorful cloak was matched only by his golden hair and beard. Clearly a strong man, some form of a mercenary perhaps. After his next acount of the situation, "Most of the time couples are seen walking the midnight streets, but none are in sight. I should consider this a good thing because I get to enjoy a beautiful sight such as this". Elina couldnt help but chuckle, her time with Luc has deffenitly helped her in finding interesting people, as well as boring. She was trying to figure out were this man was.

"I sure hope all your comments wont be this bland." Elina said, rather disinterested in how the conversation was beginning, but she continued on either way. "I sure hope this isnt an attempt at flattery, your not doing such a great job currently". Elina did still feel the need to follow were his finger was pointing. Illuminated the night sky was the ever present and changing moon, stars littered the sky as well, accompanying each other. The smith leaned down to pick up her bag, placing it in between her chest and legs, it gave her something to rest her arms on. A few feet to her left was the end of this bridge, one of the few she actually knew of in Ravok. When she first arrived Elina had assumed most of the pathways would be filled of bridges and crossovers. A rude awakening for any visitors as Elina quickly learned. It took almost a season before the woman could find her way around on foot if a Ravosala wasn't in sight. A few times Elina had thought of trying her skill by moving along the rooftops to reach her destination, maybe in a few days she would try.

After giving Elina his name another chuckle came out, however this one was able to remain inside her mind. "Ghost? Oh come on, certainly you could do better than that". Of all things this man could have come up with he gave his name as ghost. Clearly the man was drunk, he had to be. From walking up to a girl in the middle of the night before actually starting the conversation. Maybe he could still be interesting, Elina would just have to try a bit harder. "Well, [i]my[/i ]name is Elina. Now, if were going to spend the next couple of chimes speaking together we should get to know each other, no?" The blacksmith asked, waited for his answer, then continued. "Judging by clear...masculine body, what do you do? Mercenary work, or just a male whore at the Plaza?"

This should help Elina figure out what kind of person this man was. Hopefully it didn't end up with her getting slapped across the face. It was too late for such antics anyhow.

[Marcus Drago]

Summer 36th, 514 AV

The woman shifted herself on the bench, either getting a little comfy or telling him that he was not wanted. He didn’t care which one it was, he was just happy his body could rest after a long day. “I sure hope that all your comments won’t be this bland.” Marcus turned to the girl. Her tone and eyes told him she was bored. Poor girl didn't like the conversation. “I sure hope this isn't an attempt at flattery, you’re not doing such a great job.”

This woman showed that she was young, a little spoiled by the sound of her voice too. Also that she wished for excitement. This brought a little smile on his face. ‘A stubborn spoiled brat aren't we?’ He thought silently to himself as she kept speaking, “Well my name is Elina. If we are going to spend the next couple of chimes speaking to each other then we should get to know each other no?” ‘No,’ Marcus said inside his head, leaning back to the wall with his eyes still pointing at the female. Behind them the group of men were making large amounts of noise and getting a little closer to where Marcus and Elina were. They seemed to be cheering and shouting nonsense. Probably a drunk group of people just returning home from a long night of drinking.

Marcus pulled his attention back to the interesting woman sitting next to him and laughed maniacally as she said her next few words. She was a rude one wasn't she, Marcus liked her. “That depends on your response. If I say whore will you fuck me? Or does daddies little girl not do those type of things.” He stared at her with a grin then turned his head back to the moon. This was a little test of his own to her. A test to see if she was just as exciting as she wanted everyone else to be. He secretly payed close attention to her next actions to see just how offended she would be from that last comment.

[Elina Fenicha]

Elina let out a loud and audible long yawn. Certainly this man was attractive, blond hair, muscular body. Everything to make a common girl crazy. Yet, Elina already had a wonderfully interesting man that she could have fun with. It was only a means to an end with this one. Something to do before the night was done. His reply came after she had finished all her comments. Instinctively she gave a small chuckle and answered him back, "Well I don't know what makes you think I'm daddy's little girl but I suppose its partially true," She said while thinking more about the fact. "Would you believe me if I said I was everything my father wanted and everything he didn't?"

Shifting her position a bit to get more comfortable Elina look back at the sky trying to figure out what this man was so interested in. "Its just the sky, doesn't ever change. This man is starring at it, expecting things to change but they don't." Looking back over at her sitting partner Elina ran her hands through her hair. Greasy and sweaty were the first words that came to her mind. It was late, only a bit longer would she stay to talk, a nice bed sounded more and more appealing as the time went by.

"So, what you doing out so late at this hour? getting back from the tavern? you don't seem drunk." Elina asked as she shuffled around a bit more. The smith just couldn't get into a comfortable position on this bench. Maybe the wood just wasn't made right or she was just so tired that nothing besides closing her eyes would give comfort. Ravok was known for romantic and dark scenery. At this hour the only truth to that was darkness. Wood didn't exactly help illuminate any of the already crammed surrounding. Maybe it wasn't right for her to have such a nasty tone with a man she just met, it wasn't her normal attitude even if she was tired.

[Marcus Drago]

Summer 36th, 514 AV

“Well I don’t know what makes you think I’m daddy’s little girl but I suppose it’s partially true. Would you believe me if I told you I am everything my father and everything he didn’t?”

Marcus shrugged at this not really wanting to think about it. He did meet a lot of female with daddy issues. Most of them were sluts or just messed up in the head. He was glad that she wasn’t a slut, but sad that she may be messed up. “Everyone now a days have daddy issues princess. Most of them are hot and really crazy. Some rely on the stick of men to make up for the daddy problems.” He turned to her grinning and gave a wink.

“So what you doing late at this hour? Getting back from the tavern? You don’t seem drunk.” The female next to him said switching positions on the bench. Marcus looked at her with both his eyes raised. “Trust me if I was drunk you will be able to tell by the sight of my naked ass trying to fight the toughest guy near me. Which last time was a squirrel.” Marcus turned away allowing her to have her little fun with that statement.

His main focus was on his problem with the growing sound of drunk people near him. There was none. All was quiet except the girl, if she made noise. Drago began to worry a little bit and searched around the area. He wanted to look for a small sight of life, so that he could know who he would face and if he could actually take them.

“You a citizen princess?”

If she said yes then he would get up and part ways with her quickly. He wanted nothing to do with citizens especially at night. If she said no he would sit back and close his eyes, looking down to the ground. If she wasn’t a Ravokian then both of them could be in danger. She was a blacksmith, so she probably had some weapon or skill that could come in handy if something was to happen. Maybe Marcus was being paranoid, maybe he was being crazy, maybe he was both, but he needed to be prepared for anything in this dark city.

He took in a large sigh and laid his eyes only on the woman next to him but his ears and nose focused on the entire area.“Do you know how to kill?”