ArcticFox
Dreamer
Louisa's equipment:
16 silver coins
a shortbow with a quiver on her back
a chipped dagger in her boot
boots and 2 sets of clothes
a pouch with: flask of water, a sharpening tool, a locket
Alden's letters and a drawing of the Book
a half-eaten book
a torn cloak
a ledger
a silver ring
a guard uniform
The Holy Book
16 silver coins
a shortbow with a quiver on her back
a chipped dagger in her boot
boots and 2 sets of clothes
a pouch with: flask of water, a sharpening tool, a locket
Alden's letters and a drawing of the Book
a half-eaten book
a torn cloak
a ledger
a silver ring
a guard uniform
The Holy Book
The city of Myrr was much like Louisa expected it to be and more. An unwelcoming and eerie environment, not very healthy for travelers. Well, it must have been for a special kid of adventurers, those looking for easy profit made through gambling, swindling, pickpocketing or assassination. Thugs and assassins were a profession always sought after in Myrr. Since that was needed of her, Louisa could blend in quite well, though this was not the sort of people she usually associated with. Granted, her travels had taken her through many strange situations.
Ever since she joined the Blue Light Order, she had never stayed long in one place. Alden, their terribly wise leader, took a liking to her instantly, training her to be one of a kind Agent of the Order. The Order was known throughout the continents as a group of heroic knights who aided those in need. They never asked for any compensation, but if offered, they would always accept strange relics that people gifted them with. This was on the outside. Louisa belonged to a more secret side of the Order. The Agents walked in shadows and had access to the confidential scrolls held in the Order's libraries throughout their outposts. They used this information to find out more information, all of which would then be stored in another scroll. This allowed Alden to keep many politicians, nobles and kings in his invisible net.
Louisa had never seen The Holy Book of the Order, though she knew what it looked like from the drawing that Alden had sent her with that last letter she got from him. Though it looked to be flourished, it was simple enough, like all his letters. Underneath all the fret and worry that he always expressed in all the letters he sent to her, Louisa knew there was an order. An order she could not go back on.
As she stepped through the gates of the City, having paid the toll that the guards demanded for the privilege, she found herself on a muddy street that led toward the main square. It had rained last night and the flow of people and carts from the morning had made the streets a muddy mess. Her leather boots were already caked with the filth and the tails of her coat did not fare any better. Myrr was an open map to her now, she only needed to decide on which way to go first. She did get two leads from Alden, one was to find his contact in the city, though he did not specify where exactly, and the other was to visit the Trinity. She guessed that the residence of the mentioned rulers of the city could be found easily, anyone probably knew about them, but she also doubted that anyone could approach it freely.
Whichever path she chose for now, she needed to get off that awful street. The road to the left would lead her to the docks, a good source of information as any, there must be all sorts of suspicious people prowling about that area, just eavesdropping on them could prove as productive. The road to the right led somewhere into the distance. There were colorful tents of sorts propped up at the edge of her sight and shapes of people scurried about. What exactly was happening there, she did not know. And if she wanted to stay on the main path, which was less muddy after some distance, she could go forward. That path led right into the heart of the Lower Myrr, the main square. It was bustling with people.
- Go left.
- Go right.
- Go straight.
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