FuzzyWuzzy
Elder Member
Fantasy Rp with @Salmiakki
The moon was high above the city,illuminating the stone walls of the buildings as Paul walked by them. He wore the dark blue coat of the night watch and its white scarf as he silently walked through the cold and windy night. He was walking down the main road,down from the guard house and the merchant district towards the lower parts of the city where he would walk his beat as usual. Right now he was walking through the nicest part of his route, he would sometimes like to have a patrol in one of the nice parts of the city but he knew that would never be the case, after all that duty was reserved for the young members of the guard that had connections to the higher ups and would be promoted soon enough. He spent every night walking back down to the slums he had left behind after his youth, back then he had thought hed escape them for good, but each night now he realized how naive he was. The wind picked up slightly as he kept walking down the street,gazing at the min city gate,where even at this late hour,carriages where still arriving,carrying people and various goods,some of these certainly illegal but that was none of his concern. He wrapped the scarf tighter around his neck,pulling it up slightly to cover his face,while also pulling up the hood of the coat, he was not in the mood to catch a cold. He kept his truncheon in his right hand,while his left checked if he had remembered to carry his axe,as usual he relaxed slightly when he felt it beneath his coat and shirt.
the smell was the first thing he always noticed as he walked into the slums,it came from the river,which flowed through the city, it may have been clean eons ago but now it was a brown stream that exited the city at the slums, off course that was also the are where a lot of waste was thrown into it,hence the smell of the slums. The second thing he noticed where the buildings. instead of the well built and crafted stone houses of the middle class that shone slightly in the moon light, he was now walking between shoddy constructions made out of wood,most looking as if theyd collapse any moment from now. He chuckled a bit as he recognized some of them from his childhood,despite there looks some of theses houses were remarkably resilient,withstanding plagues,fires,riots and attempts by the elite to get rid of them. His eyes moved from shadow to shadow,most of them were devoid of life,yet he had to watch out,it wouldn't be the first time a copper would end up dead in these streets. But luckily he hardly saw any one as most people preferred to avoid the law in this area. He knew that as soon as hed be gone the street here would be filled by all kinds of people,from kids,to drunks,to prostitutes,to drug dealers, but somehow all of these people managed to be invisible whenever the city guard was around. It probably was for the better as Paul would be outnumbered and he had no plans of getting himself killed. He heard some sounds from the many taverns lining the streets,ranging from drunken singing to the sound of fights. He listened in for a moment to see if there was anything hed have to take care of but it all just sounded like a normal day in the slums and so he kept walking his beat. He looked up and unlike the clear sky in the better areas of the down he only saw a sky filled wit fumes and smoke from the slum. He looked up as he heard the sounds of heavy boots hitting the pavement behind him, he was alarmed and turned around,his truncheon ready to be brought down upon anyone behind him. Yet he was even more surprised as he saw 2 men in the shining white armor of the royal guard,these men were responsible for the highest circles of the city, the nobles and the mages, both of these groups only lived in the best parts of the city and yet he was confronted with two members of the royal guard. They had their sword drawn and the expression on their faces made it clear that they were not used to the smell of the slums. They slowed down as they saw him and came to a stand still. " A thief,female,average size and younger than thirty. If you find her bring her to the embassy of the elves" the voice of that man,was rude,boastful and filled with the arrogance that came with his position. Paul remained quiet,not mentioning how that description would fit a high percentage of the humans that lived here or how the royal guard had no right to order him around or how if hed catch her hed only bring her to the holding cell at the guards house. He played dumb and just nodded. Apparently satisfied with that the two idiots in white armor took off again looking around with their swords drawn while apparently looking for someone. Paul shook his head and decided that patrolling the main road would be useless with these fools running ahead of him ans so he left that road for one of the back alleys,seeing if he would be able to catch anyone in the shadows. He began to move as he had when he was still a child,running errands for the gangs. he moved from shadow to shadow,hopefully without being seen while he was on the look out for scoundrels,so far he had only spotted some homeless people and one or two sleeping trolls,yet he kept moving into the dark alleys of the slums,hoping to at least catch one scoundrel tonight
The moon was high above the city,illuminating the stone walls of the buildings as Paul walked by them. He wore the dark blue coat of the night watch and its white scarf as he silently walked through the cold and windy night. He was walking down the main road,down from the guard house and the merchant district towards the lower parts of the city where he would walk his beat as usual. Right now he was walking through the nicest part of his route, he would sometimes like to have a patrol in one of the nice parts of the city but he knew that would never be the case, after all that duty was reserved for the young members of the guard that had connections to the higher ups and would be promoted soon enough. He spent every night walking back down to the slums he had left behind after his youth, back then he had thought hed escape them for good, but each night now he realized how naive he was. The wind picked up slightly as he kept walking down the street,gazing at the min city gate,where even at this late hour,carriages where still arriving,carrying people and various goods,some of these certainly illegal but that was none of his concern. He wrapped the scarf tighter around his neck,pulling it up slightly to cover his face,while also pulling up the hood of the coat, he was not in the mood to catch a cold. He kept his truncheon in his right hand,while his left checked if he had remembered to carry his axe,as usual he relaxed slightly when he felt it beneath his coat and shirt.
the smell was the first thing he always noticed as he walked into the slums,it came from the river,which flowed through the city, it may have been clean eons ago but now it was a brown stream that exited the city at the slums, off course that was also the are where a lot of waste was thrown into it,hence the smell of the slums. The second thing he noticed where the buildings. instead of the well built and crafted stone houses of the middle class that shone slightly in the moon light, he was now walking between shoddy constructions made out of wood,most looking as if theyd collapse any moment from now. He chuckled a bit as he recognized some of them from his childhood,despite there looks some of theses houses were remarkably resilient,withstanding plagues,fires,riots and attempts by the elite to get rid of them. His eyes moved from shadow to shadow,most of them were devoid of life,yet he had to watch out,it wouldn't be the first time a copper would end up dead in these streets. But luckily he hardly saw any one as most people preferred to avoid the law in this area. He knew that as soon as hed be gone the street here would be filled by all kinds of people,from kids,to drunks,to prostitutes,to drug dealers, but somehow all of these people managed to be invisible whenever the city guard was around. It probably was for the better as Paul would be outnumbered and he had no plans of getting himself killed. He heard some sounds from the many taverns lining the streets,ranging from drunken singing to the sound of fights. He listened in for a moment to see if there was anything hed have to take care of but it all just sounded like a normal day in the slums and so he kept walking his beat. He looked up and unlike the clear sky in the better areas of the down he only saw a sky filled wit fumes and smoke from the slum. He looked up as he heard the sounds of heavy boots hitting the pavement behind him, he was alarmed and turned around,his truncheon ready to be brought down upon anyone behind him. Yet he was even more surprised as he saw 2 men in the shining white armor of the royal guard,these men were responsible for the highest circles of the city, the nobles and the mages, both of these groups only lived in the best parts of the city and yet he was confronted with two members of the royal guard. They had their sword drawn and the expression on their faces made it clear that they were not used to the smell of the slums. They slowed down as they saw him and came to a stand still. " A thief,female,average size and younger than thirty. If you find her bring her to the embassy of the elves" the voice of that man,was rude,boastful and filled with the arrogance that came with his position. Paul remained quiet,not mentioning how that description would fit a high percentage of the humans that lived here or how the royal guard had no right to order him around or how if hed catch her hed only bring her to the holding cell at the guards house. He played dumb and just nodded. Apparently satisfied with that the two idiots in white armor took off again looking around with their swords drawn while apparently looking for someone. Paul shook his head and decided that patrolling the main road would be useless with these fools running ahead of him ans so he left that road for one of the back alleys,seeing if he would be able to catch anyone in the shadows. He began to move as he had when he was still a child,running errands for the gangs. he moved from shadow to shadow,hopefully without being seen while he was on the look out for scoundrels,so far he had only spotted some homeless people and one or two sleeping trolls,yet he kept moving into the dark alleys of the slums,hoping to at least catch one scoundrel tonight
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