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The cool morning air tempts your nostrils with a hint of rain soon to come from overcast skies. One or two -very- drunken stragglers stumble their way home, as a loud, large, black cocks cry informs them just how late they are. Few people are left around the small towns square at the Maiden's Red, infact, the only one you know is the local doomsayer, currently asleep after dutifully screaming his voice hoarse about the death of society, the downfall of civilization and the decreasing quality of the local turnips.
Zameia looked up to the inn. The Maiden's Red. That sounded like good as place as any to spent a day or two at. Although, what was strange is that they seemed to be closing up, this early in the morning? Perhaps she could ask the dark-haired lady coming out of it.. wait.. had that lady been robbed? By the look of her, she seemed a little exhausted and sweaty, only wearing what Zameia would describe as generous underwear. Zameia couldn't help but give the lady a closer look.. perhaps she could use her help? Or perhaps The Maiden's Red wasn't your usual Inn? Then again, Orcs didn't know bordells, nor did monks visit the strip club regularly, so Zameia found herself.. uninformed.
Rayne exited her workplace, after an.. eventful night, full of performing various sensual and sexy and enticing acts. However, as soon as she was on the street she found a tall, muscular and horny female checking her out. The way those eyes were wandering over her tight outfit... well, Rayne didn't mind performing for women now, did she? She wasn't all that tired, perhaps she could offer another performance to her.. or, hoh.. there was someone else active in the early morning hours, a decidedly dark elf.. Drow, on the surface? She observed the market place as if she was interested in this place in particular.. hopefully as a cute client or co-dancer, not to rob it and spidermurder everyone inside!
Davia had been told that if she wanted magic, one of the dancers at the bordell could offer a truly magic performance. Then, she had waited patiently, studying her tome in the darkness, waiting for said dancer to come out. Was this her now? She looked like just another whore. And as if this wasn't enough, some tall-grown, muscular demonblood approached her first. Well, perhaps she could just address both ladies.. but then, there was the sound of heavy boots besides her on the street, someone failing to be stealthy and failing to look at her. Failing to ask her 'so, an evil drow, right?' The high-elf didn't exactly seem like the ditzy blonde type, but then again. High elf.
Idriana pondered how to do this. On the one hand, there was a drow in the shadows and her demonic hench-woman, clearly about to rob the poor, innocent dancer, forced to sell her body for mens amusement. On the other hand, they hadn't done anything wrong. Yet. She had cautiously approached the drow and didn't see any drawn weapons, crossbows aimed or such things, then again, if the drow noticed her, she'd propably draw weapons right away, right? She had heard of good drow and good fiendblooded ones in her education of course. She'd also heard that they were rare at best. Should she wait for these two to try anything, or should she step to protect the dancer now.. wait, was there another person, hiding away in the shadows, cloak dawn tight...?
Nix observed the scene from a distance. The dancer had a bodyguard, a tough looking demonic one on top, and whatsmore, she seemed kinda nice. Nix didn't rob nice people. So what about the elves. One high, one low. Perhaps forbidden lovers? She was almost more curious on their tale, than on their coin. Perhaps she should get closer, try to get to know the pair? Were they a pair? Definitly, considering the High-elves stare alone. That was when she, and everyone else was interrupted by a shout.
Doomsayer, Town Square, Tag: All
"Repent! You've all been marked for your transgressions! I can see it! The White Frog's chosen! The mark of the fallen!"
The dirty, drunk looking man shouted, a sign clattering around his neck that informed you, in large letters, that: The End is Nigh!
It also informed you that turnips were a half copper each, but that part was struck through, which was a shame, as this would be a great deal for a good turnip.
"Hear the words of Zagyg's chosen and repent!"
He insisted, shaking his fist towards anyone who would listen, briefly rattling a half rusted through cup, leaving open if these donations at the end of the world would serve to lighten the burdens of one's soul, or simply buy one silence from the mans screaming for a time.
Zagyg is a minor deity. You heard he's quite mad.
Zagyg, the Mad Arch-mage is a demigod of trickery-magic, humor and eccentricities in service of Boccob.
Zagyg, also known as Zagig Yragerne, the Mad Arch-mage is a demigod of trickery-magic, humor and eccentricities in service of the Greater deity Boccob. It is highly unlikely that this random madman would have been chosen by him, as such a deity would favour wizards driven mad by their search for knowledge and spellpower.
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