Theranin
It's another gloomy day in the city of Theranin, a port city on the Bay of Sheawick. The dark sky speaks of the snow that is bound to fall and the bay has already begun its yearly freeze, bringing shipping traffic to a crawl; only a couple more weeks and it will stop completely until it thaws again in the Spring. Gren always dreads this time of the year as work becomes slow, only being able to find a job as a bouncer in The Salty Seawife, a small tavern near the docks frequented by men of the sea, more so now that they have to wait out the ice. During his spare time today, he finds himself wandering through the market district of town near the town square where there seems to be some sort of commotion going on...
Waiting in line to enter the walled port city, Dale finds himself dozing off; it's been a long journey from his midland hometown of Falmerung. One of these times that he decided to inspect the inside of his eyelids, a voice bounces off the inside of his head, "Wake up boy! They aren't going to let you into the city if you look like some good for nothing layabout." Giving a bit of a start, Dale looks around a bit unsettled before he realizes it was his black blade berating him once again, not some random passerby. At least he had refrained from speaking out loud to the blade again, a mistake he frequently found himself making since his acquisition of it. It takes a while before his turn comes to enter the city but as soon as the guards deem him worthy to enter, he finds himself getting bustled along the busy streets towards the town square...
Having snuck into the city after being turned away at the gate with more than one suspicious look, Nori squeezes the water out of his beard, a byproduct from having swum into the dock area, no small feat seeing as the water was close to freezing but the dwarfs constitution was strong and he grew up in far less forgiving places than this. What he needed now was a good, if not quite honestly come by, meal and a way to warm his bones, preferably in liquid form. Following his keen sense of smell, Nori ends up coming around the corner next to a baker's hawking cart. Having not been seen by the proprietor, he pockets a small sweet roll and makes his way away from the cart at a brisk pace heading into a crowd to break line of sight...
It was not often that a monk set off on a journey as young as Taron had; most had at least seen their 40th name day and already had a good deal of worldly knowledge to guide them. Being connected both to his brotherhood and the call of nature though, complements of his father, he had felt inclined to start early. There were plenty of places that he had never heard of, let alone visited and where better to start than the trading city down the coast from his monastery? 'To learn to be steady and stalwart as the mountain,' his fellow monk Cayson had told him, 'one needs to learn patience and tranquility while under the most arduous situations.' Maybe he took it a bit too literal by seeking out trouble to overcome but he was here and he might as well make the most of it. As he wandered the city streets after setting himself up at a local inn, he heard commotion and expectant conversation coming from a crowd that had gathered in front of a large, intricately decorated building...
This is not what my talents should be being used for... Tempus thought as he waited, crouched lazily on the balls of his feet in the entrance of an alley looking out on the town square. Hired as a bodyguard for the days proceedings, he was a bit out of his comfort zone. His specialty was more in the trapping of individuals, not what happened after his enemy was aware of his presence. Regardless, he held his weapon at the ready, making sure he was going to earn that gold reward they promised him for protecting the key speakers today. Suddenly the crowd begins to grow loud and cheers begin to ring out as large oaken double doors open on the top of a balcony overlooking the square...
Vivo had traveled to the northern reaches of the kingdom in search of answers that would lead him to knowledge on the workings of life and death. Where else to look first but an environment that actively seeks to catch its inhabitants unaware and offer death's embrace at the slightest provocation? Pushing his way, a bit aggressively, through the crowd that had assembled, Vivo feels a little conspicuous. Being a half-orc, not everyone saw you in the brightest of lights. You could extend your hand in friendship only to have it cut off by some biased fool. Better to stick to ones self and depend on your own skills than regret your dependence on another. That was if you didn't include his white fox familiar Etulo, currently perched on the wit's shoulders, wrapping himself around his neck to keep away from the trampling feet of the busy city. Halfway across the square though, people began to point and look at four figures coming out of a door up on the balcony of a rich-looking building. Curious, he stops to see what all the hubbub is about...
The voyage north by boat had been a nightmare; storm after storm had plagued their voyage and Erasmus didn't even know if the vision he had from his goddess spoke of this place. No grand city of gold or home of famous rulers, Theranin was just your average city with your average people. All he knew as he walked the streets of this unfamiliar town is that somewhere here in the northlands, the Dawnflower wanted him to be present and ready to do her will to help those poor misguided souls in need of redemption. If he could attain success here, perhaps he could be the one who found a way to help his family out of poverty back in Moil. Suddenly, from a street over, he hears screams of panic and rushes towards them, hand on his weapon, ready to defend the innocent if he must. As he turns the corner, a large dust cloud is just beginning to settle...
As the various visitors to the city stand spread out in the sea of people, intrigued by what could be going on, they see four men, all but one of them showing considerable signs of age step out to the railing of the balcony to address the crowd who have begun to cheer for these figures. From somewhere on the ground in front of the building, you hear a loud voice rise over the crowd, obviously aided by some sort of magical device, "Ladies and gentlemen! I present to you your candidates for election to the city council! Aroth Degrin, Thelry Studart, Vyncent Lacio, and Selmund Wulfa!" At the statement of each of their names, the candidate waves, from left to right. The younger man, no more than 30 is the first to be introduced, the second a balding man of broad shoulders and bushy eyebrows with a stern face, the third a smaller man with long pure white hair tied back in a ponytail with a fatherly look about him, and finally the only elderly man to have any color left in his hair, a black haired man who is hunched over railing a bit but looks quite at peace with the proceedings and seems to get the loudest cheer of all the candidates so far, a fact that does not go unnoticed by the other three who shoot him quick looks while wearing fake smiles.
The man announcing the event continues in an authoritative voice, "As you all well know, the election will be held two weeks hence and the winner will be put on the city council for the next three years so choose well and choose wisely! We will now hear from the candidates their statemen-" the man is cut off by a loud cracking noise as the right side support of the balcony snaps, collapsing part of the deck the candidates are standing on! The first three candidates manage to hold on to the railing to save themselves from the fall but Selmund Wulfa, being older than the rest, fails to cling to the railing and falls three stories to disappear beneath the crowd who begins to surge with panic, screams and cries for help ringing out in the air.
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