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After days of travel, Xara found herself just past the gates of Jadiram, a sprawling metropolis of Deun and the first true city she had ever visited. It was a far cry from the nomadic encampments that she had spent time in as a child; instead of evenly spaced huts, there were numerous buildings of sand-colored stone, somewhat cramped together to form a massive network of various alleyways between them. Larger roads, on which many passerbys, caravans, and the like, were traveling to and fro, led deeper into the city. Other than its apparent physical qualities, however, she couldn't exactly discern what kind of place this was behind the scenes. One thing was for sure, though--like many other large Deunic settlements, Jadiram had water, and lots of it. Judging from the towering spires and multiple domed heads of the palace in the background, any resident of this region could guess that only one of the most powerful Water mages held dominion over those who lived here, all by controlling the literal flow of its most valuable resource. After all, in the scorching heat of the Couran desert, dehydration was a real threat to those who couldn't afford to provide themselves with one of the most basic resources necessary for survival.
She had snuck into the city with surprising ease, slipping past a guard assigned to one of the smaller gates. This man had only momentarily paused to adjust his clothing when she passed, clearly unprepared for the level of agility and overall sneakiness that Xara had, especially compared to most humans. When he looked up, the girl may as well have been just another figure upon the streets of Jadiram, and her entry remained completely unknown to him. After all, it was difficult to tell what this particular area's attitudes were towards subhumans, especially those bearing qualities typical of a creature of the Void--though if Xara's past experiences were any indicator, it wouldn't be good for her, at least if she was found guilty of anything. Better to be safe, rather than sorry in all the worst ways.
However, any preconceptions she might have had about the humans' view towards those of her kind were challenged by a trio of brown-skinned orcs strolling down the street, swords and waterskins at their belts. While some of the random shopkeepers lining the avenue gave them strange looks, even the town guards didn't care to give them any trouble, which could be seen as a reassuring sign for the bunnygirl. Unfortunately this only helped address one of the smaller concerns she had--there was always the more important issue of water and food, before all else. Luckily for her, there were several options readily available to her. The orcs, as well as any number of common folk passing by, all had waterskins of varying shapes and sizes at their waists, the sizes of which were something of a status symbol. Richly dressed nobles, predictably, bore the largest skins, which were often studded with desert jewels and other fancy adornments.
Though while these were the most obvious targets, Xara was parched enough to drink more than her fair share of water, with her own container having given up its last drops almost a day ago. She knew that the biggest stores of water in Deunic civilization tended to be kept in barrels or large pots. Unfortunately, outside of the water merchants' stands on the streets, whose vessels were visibly guarded by seasoned sellswords, most of these were kept inside of buildings. Jadiram as a city had much of what Xara needed--if only she could manage to acquire it. The question was, which way would she go about this?
Xara: HP = 53, PP = 41, EP = 38, Status = Dehydrated/Hungry (-10 to non damage rolls)
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City Guard rolled a 13 (+ 14 Perception) = 27.
Xara rolled a 17 (+ 34 Stealth, +3 Lucky, and -10 from dehydration/hunger) = 44. Xara slips past the guard, who is utterly oblivious.
Xara rolled a 17 (+ 34 Stealth, +3 Lucky, and -10 from dehydration/hunger) = 44. Xara slips past the guard, who is utterly oblivious.
After days of travel, Xara found herself just past the gates of Jadiram, a sprawling metropolis of Deun and the first true city she had ever visited. It was a far cry from the nomadic encampments that she had spent time in as a child; instead of evenly spaced huts, there were numerous buildings of sand-colored stone, somewhat cramped together to form a massive network of various alleyways between them. Larger roads, on which many passerbys, caravans, and the like, were traveling to and fro, led deeper into the city. Other than its apparent physical qualities, however, she couldn't exactly discern what kind of place this was behind the scenes. One thing was for sure, though--like many other large Deunic settlements, Jadiram had water, and lots of it. Judging from the towering spires and multiple domed heads of the palace in the background, any resident of this region could guess that only one of the most powerful Water mages held dominion over those who lived here, all by controlling the literal flow of its most valuable resource. After all, in the scorching heat of the Couran desert, dehydration was a real threat to those who couldn't afford to provide themselves with one of the most basic resources necessary for survival.
She had snuck into the city with surprising ease, slipping past a guard assigned to one of the smaller gates. This man had only momentarily paused to adjust his clothing when she passed, clearly unprepared for the level of agility and overall sneakiness that Xara had, especially compared to most humans. When he looked up, the girl may as well have been just another figure upon the streets of Jadiram, and her entry remained completely unknown to him. After all, it was difficult to tell what this particular area's attitudes were towards subhumans, especially those bearing qualities typical of a creature of the Void--though if Xara's past experiences were any indicator, it wouldn't be good for her, at least if she was found guilty of anything. Better to be safe, rather than sorry in all the worst ways.
However, any preconceptions she might have had about the humans' view towards those of her kind were challenged by a trio of brown-skinned orcs strolling down the street, swords and waterskins at their belts. While some of the random shopkeepers lining the avenue gave them strange looks, even the town guards didn't care to give them any trouble, which could be seen as a reassuring sign for the bunnygirl. Unfortunately this only helped address one of the smaller concerns she had--there was always the more important issue of water and food, before all else. Luckily for her, there were several options readily available to her. The orcs, as well as any number of common folk passing by, all had waterskins of varying shapes and sizes at their waists, the sizes of which were something of a status symbol. Richly dressed nobles, predictably, bore the largest skins, which were often studded with desert jewels and other fancy adornments.
Though while these were the most obvious targets, Xara was parched enough to drink more than her fair share of water, with her own container having given up its last drops almost a day ago. She knew that the biggest stores of water in Deunic civilization tended to be kept in barrels or large pots. Unfortunately, outside of the water merchants' stands on the streets, whose vessels were visibly guarded by seasoned sellswords, most of these were kept inside of buildings. Jadiram as a city had much of what Xara needed--if only she could manage to acquire it. The question was, which way would she go about this?
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