Re: Burova, the Capital in Darkness
The now slightly diminished group made their way through the tight secret entrance that would lead them into the mercantile and noble district of Estage Paar. At the end of a hundred foot tunnel was a ladder that lead up to a grate concealed by a stack of crates in an alley. The group was able to raise themselves out from their secret entrance without much notice, the first luck they had seemed to have today. As they made their way out of the alley, the first thought that sprung to mind was that they had somehow crossed over into a different city entirely. The prosperity and wealth displayed here was extravagant, and even that could be considered the understatement of the century. Colorful banners hung from every lamp-post advertising the upcoming bout in the arena, set to take place the following day at midday, shop windows displayed expensive wares and masterfully crafted merchandise, the streets were paved with well-laid cobblestone, free of mud, and the people. The people themselves were walking mannequins for luxurious coats of rare animal pelts, gold-embroidered cloaks, and fine silks. If this were to be the state of all of Burova, it would truly be considered a prosperous city. Alas, it was a mere dozen feet from crushing poverty and a void where hope was seldom found but at the bottom of the bottle.
Several inns presented themselves with colorful signs hanging on their fronts along the main thoroughfare, hawkers singing praises for their food and hospitality to anyone who would listen. Further down was a signpost that pointed out that the guild chapter houses were around the east side of the hill and that the estates of the nobility in Derevaan could be found closer to the peak. Easily visible poking up from above the storefronts was the Colosseum itself, flags flapping in the wind that had the residents of the prosperous district holding tight to their hats. It had yet to rain today but even now that the sun should have been well into the sky, the thick clouds overhead refused to let sunlight through.
OOC: So what's the plan? Where do you start?