RavenSong
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This RP is an episode of the witch Scylla whom in search of power delves into the not so friendliest of places. Having lost her best friend and mentor Renee, Scylla seeks to piece the remnants of her legacy through her own exploits.
The players:
The sun had begun to set in at the Lock and Key tavern in Ryke. As the crimson sky showed no mercy to the waning daylight many of the residents and travelers alike who would conduct their business under the cover of night entered here for meetups or a nights drink before heading elsewhere. Some, even conducted their shady business here. The Lock and Key was a place of immunity, not just for criminals but for law abiding types as well. It was a place that was allowed to function due to its ties to the Underbelly. It was where the law could speak face to face with criminals, mostly to find out information about weak points in the various gangs and who to leverage in dealings when the captain of the guard did so. The tavern, as it appeared, was much more than that. It was a fort of sorts, not just physically but politically. Ledgers were kept about who was the most wanted, and such information was public and could be seen behind the bar. The tavern was also connected with bounty hunters scattered throughout the world and they kept close tabs on the most wanted criminals.
It was here that Scylla, the half demon witch fiddled with her drink as she waited for her friends and acquaintances to arrive. Entertaining a few others she'd just met and indulging in conversation. The witch was relatively a social butterfly, a trait easily given away as laughter erupted the loudest at her table and soon a small crowd gathered as she rolled dice in a sort of gambling tournament. "AAHAHAH!!" the witch laughed hysterically, "I WIN AGAIN! I CANT BELIEVE IT!" Resting her head on her palms she fluttered her eyelashes. "Are you taking it easy on me, Ferdinand?"
The bounty hunter elf got up and slammed his fists onto the table. "AGAIN!" Scylla smiled brightly. "Oh.. oh! Please don't be upset! It's just a game!" She said as she licked her lips in a taunting manner.
Ignoring the elfs glare she took a few pouches of gold before turning to the barkeeper, "Hey barkeep! Drinks for the entire tavern on me for the rest of the night!" Everyone in the tavern looked over and whispered and muttered but some laughed too and lifted their mugs in thanks.
Suddenly, and seemingly out of nowhere a few cloaked individuals would approach the witch, they weren't here for entertainment or drinks for that matter. They were rather the ominous pair.. Their faces couldn't be seen and when they spoke it almost seemed like their voices were far to raspy and whispery to make out. Perhaps it was intentional, or maybe it was magic.
Whispering in her ear she looked over to the hooded figure, "I.. they should be here soon.. please be patient." It was then that Scylla was becoming rather anxious as she looked out the window for her friends. "Where are they?" She muttered. A bit of worry accumulating in her demeanor.
The players:
The sun had begun to set in at the Lock and Key tavern in Ryke. As the crimson sky showed no mercy to the waning daylight many of the residents and travelers alike who would conduct their business under the cover of night entered here for meetups or a nights drink before heading elsewhere. Some, even conducted their shady business here. The Lock and Key was a place of immunity, not just for criminals but for law abiding types as well. It was a place that was allowed to function due to its ties to the Underbelly. It was where the law could speak face to face with criminals, mostly to find out information about weak points in the various gangs and who to leverage in dealings when the captain of the guard did so. The tavern, as it appeared, was much more than that. It was a fort of sorts, not just physically but politically. Ledgers were kept about who was the most wanted, and such information was public and could be seen behind the bar. The tavern was also connected with bounty hunters scattered throughout the world and they kept close tabs on the most wanted criminals.
It was here that Scylla, the half demon witch fiddled with her drink as she waited for her friends and acquaintances to arrive. Entertaining a few others she'd just met and indulging in conversation. The witch was relatively a social butterfly, a trait easily given away as laughter erupted the loudest at her table and soon a small crowd gathered as she rolled dice in a sort of gambling tournament. "AAHAHAH!!" the witch laughed hysterically, "I WIN AGAIN! I CANT BELIEVE IT!" Resting her head on her palms she fluttered her eyelashes. "Are you taking it easy on me, Ferdinand?"
The bounty hunter elf got up and slammed his fists onto the table. "AGAIN!" Scylla smiled brightly. "Oh.. oh! Please don't be upset! It's just a game!" She said as she licked her lips in a taunting manner.
Ignoring the elfs glare she took a few pouches of gold before turning to the barkeeper, "Hey barkeep! Drinks for the entire tavern on me for the rest of the night!" Everyone in the tavern looked over and whispered and muttered but some laughed too and lifted their mugs in thanks.
Suddenly, and seemingly out of nowhere a few cloaked individuals would approach the witch, they weren't here for entertainment or drinks for that matter. They were rather the ominous pair.. Their faces couldn't be seen and when they spoke it almost seemed like their voices were far to raspy and whispery to make out. Perhaps it was intentional, or maybe it was magic.
Whispering in her ear she looked over to the hooded figure, "I.. they should be here soon.. please be patient." It was then that Scylla was becoming rather anxious as she looked out the window for her friends. "Where are they?" She muttered. A bit of worry accumulating in her demeanor.
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