Fantasy RoH: Whallem - The Port City

[Vyolence]

Whallem - The Port City

Artist: Monika Zawistowska @ artstation.com

The easternmost region, Whallem is known as the major trading hub in Haroth. This port style city undergoes most of the processing of new visitors to the realm, management of the trading of goods, and also boasts a small naval defense team. Smaller than the capital region of Yanir, it is managed by a High Council. Outside of the city and ports are vast swamps that are home to indigenous peoples.​

~Whallem found it's fortune in fishing and breweries - for wine and ale. These exports have ensured a rich culture and economic stability that is only threatened by the growing tourism. The farther one travels into the city, the safer they might feel. The port towns along the outskirts of the region can be considered a roll of the dice - you never know what you're gonna get. As for the swamplands, they are far from a tourist's attraction. These swamps provide shelter for magnificent creatures and plotting scoundrel.
~Some examples of locations are; taverns, ships, brothels, breweries, shipyards, battle arenas, etc. Access to any shopping is along the ports, which support visitors with access to taverns, inns, and trading. There are some locations on the ports which are patrolled by local militant forces but because of its size, there are lots of opportunity for crime along dark alleyways and abandoned ships.

Whallem - The Port

Artist: Hidehisa Miyagawa

A pirate's cove - the main Port of Whallem is a sight to behold. This location holds the most diversity in Haroth which makes it terrifying and beautiful! This bustling port town never sleeps, operating day and night to maintain trade and access to travel.
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~Situated several miles from the entrance to the city, guards patrol the docks and dirt paved streets - though some discrepancies go unseen. Beneath the profitable surface of the Port exists a transient culture that isn't approved of by common folk. There are rumors of a forbidden Guild that operates by unconventional means, overseeing the illegal activities of the Port.
~Locations might include; ships, docks, fishing boats, farmer's markets, blacksmith, brothel, combat training grounds, warehouses. While security might be high, watch out - Whallem doesn't tolerate crime and most are punishable by death. You might run into; guards, thieves, pirates, foreign tradesmen, courtesans, ship captains, beggars, brew masters, tavern employees, etc.

This location is OPEN. Please enter with posts as you see fit. Thank you for the participation! ​

 

[RavenSong]

Luna Eleazar

Whallem. The ever growing city. One that had become so grand in population as it had diversity.

The sun had set. The bright rays of its illuminating glow had faded long before as Luna emerged from her coffin. Sleepily, she sat up and lingered for a bit. Her red eyes opening slowly as she adjusted to the bright full moon shinning over the ocean.

With a stretch she smiled and rose to her feet
and observed her attire. She had recently stolen a beautiful red and black dress from a prestigious shop in Whallem whom owed her a large sum of money which she helped herself to pay back. Not the first time she’d done so and most certainly not the last.

Luna had figured out a key weakness to this society and it was that the weak paid the strong to do their bidding. Alas because of the nature of her kind she had to feed from the blood of the living. So to her, she was helping others while also“helping herself”.
She was a merciless killer in the eyes of some but clung to her sense of humanity through remembrance of her life before her curse. Sometimes through childish ways and other times through simple things like the dress she currently admired on herself.

She chuckled alone in that clock tower by the sea as she conceitedly looked at herself in the mirror. It was a simple design with the cuts at “all the right places” according to her perfectionist mind. It was a dress that didn’t go down further than the knees with stockings, cut a bit above the chest and most importantly the sleeves belled at the wrists.

“So, whom will it be tonight?” She wondered out loud as her attention returned to the moon lit ocean. Certainly she hadn’t been to the inner city which seems to be always so busy even during the late hours of the night in some occasions. “Maybe I’ll find you there, my love” she wondered once again out loud “..my sweet sweet.. ruby red..“ beginning to hum an upbeat melody as she started down the stairs until getting to the pebble paved street. She started towards the city with a happy skip in her step observing her surroundings as she looked out for a potential candidate.

 

[Hexblood Bandit]

The brothel was well-lit under the night sky from the lights of the port city. A wooden sign above its doors proclaimed it to be the Privateer's Delight in curly font, and the exterior of the building was somewhat better, and more tasteful than its neighbors. Scantily-clad men and women loitered outside the building attracting sailors while two large bouncers wearing stoic expressions kept a close watch. Lady Dermott, matron of the Privateer's Delight, served a niche market to her patrons, catering to those with a taste for the exotic. No humans were enlisted at the establishment, instead her staff were comprised of dwarves, elves, and even a lizardfolk. Despite the avant-garde flair, Lady Dermott made sure to take care of her prostitutes, however their smiles always appeared artificial to Olga.

She was a sensual woman with a pale complexion, eyes on the large side, and her features rather pointed. Her garb purposely stood out from the typical visitors of the area, bedecked in colorful fabrics of red, white, and green. Olga strolled out of the establishment with witch rod in hand and business concluded. She was no patron, but a well-placed bribe to prostitutes is useful for hearing the dirty secrets and rumors circulating the area. Information is key to surviving in the city, especially when your mother and her coven are out to get you. Family could be awfully dreadful at times. Regardless of her circumstances, the Privateer's Delight is delightfully handy for tracking whose who, and what, if any, big motions are happening in the city. Besides gathering information, Olga enjoyed chatting with Lady Dermott; the businesswoman had a remarkable sense of humor.

Months have passed after she broke away from the Fulda Coven, and besides meeting her friends at the brothel, Olga set up a humble alchemist stand near the farmer's market. Living in Whallem is tantamount to hiding in plain sight from mother, the docks are hopefully discouraging to any retrieval attempts and should be difficult for her mother to weave webs. Disappearing into a nearby alleyway, Olga summoned Meg, her lovable goat familiar. Meg answered her summons by weakly bleating as a small protest for being roused at night. Her coat was a striking white, yellowed eyes with the goat's unique iris, and two tiny horns adorned her head. Olga could have summoned her crow familiar, but her house was not too far away and the two familiars were often difficult when paired together. Alone from company, Olga allowed herself to yawn at the expenditure of magic, and continued deeper into the city towards home.

 

[Flecker]

Truth be told, when Kojiro boarded the ferry, he didn't have a clue where it'll take him. Taking the advice of his master, he simply goes wherever his feet take him. Normally he'd be skeptical, but when his master commanded him to, he saw an unusual subtle dread that he could only sense yet can't put his finger on. Besides how bad can it be? As far as he knows, things certainly couldn't get any worse. He's pretty much exiled now, no one has been sent out of the island unless they are on critical missions important to the Empire or are enemies to the state.

The cries of the gulls awakened him. A rather gruff looking man, with a ragged shirt and a sash came to him, "We've reached Whallem sire!" Arising from his bed he ascended the ladders and stood at the main deck. The stench of the dock workers greeted him. Their rowdy, harsh voices thundered near his ears. He's quite the sore thumb between the sailors', his physique is quite well built, but definitely far from the bulk of muscles the dock workers have, his skin barely glistens from the sun and the salt, in fact his garb was covering almost his entire body.

The Empire of the Rain is known for their fine silks, but it would be unwise to wear a fancy outfit in such conditions. Instead he wore a loose gray shirt underneath a copper mail and long dark trousers with a pair of traveling boots. His sword is the most valuable of his attire. Resting by his side its scabbard is black as the night and clean of blemishes. Replacing its crossguard is a round, fine ornament of gold, while its handle is wrapped with a rope patterned to mimic 3 horizontal diamonds. The man stepped off the ferry, standing on the dock as his eyes scanned the area.

For someone who has never been off the island, it's quite a lot to take in. He can feel eyes on him. Indeed a member of the empire, more so a Bladesman, is a rare sight for the mainland residents. Having sailed to many islands, the sailors are the only ones who seemed to be not impressed or not interested.

 

[Rurnur]

Even with his form vaguely obscured by a black robe he kept wrapped around himself, the almost 10 foot tall creature continued to draw attention amongst the citizens of Whallem. Scurrying from alley to alley with panicked motions, Dynasty the beetle felt much out of place, though his curiosity demanded that he spend at least a few more hours exploring this strange forest. The two massive horns sprouting from his cranium emerged from the black cloth, though these could be brushed off as part of some elaborate costume. It was his twitching antennae that gave away his true insectoid nature.

Making his way deeper into the city, his presence began to draw more eyes, even among the less human residents of this land. "What's all this then?" "Too big to be a man, looks like a bloody beast to me.." "Is that real?" From his left and right came an onslaught of questions and accusations from a group of rowdy men, with one reaching up in an attempt to grab hold of one of his horns. "No!" Dynasty exclaimed and pulled his head away from the man's grasp. The sound emerged as an alien buzz, something like a machine replicating the sound of a human's voice. Looking dumbfounded, the men surrounded him and gave a low chuckle. "Come on now, you'll scare the children with all that getup. Time to take it off." They sneered and grabbed onto his arms, straining while attempting but failing to pin them behind him, while the first thug jumped up and tugged on his primary horn, placing all of his weight upon it in hopes of having it come loose. In confusion and panic, Dynasty shoved aside the two grappling him, still trying to keep the robe covering himself, before instinctively thrusting his head upwards in a bucking motion.

Only a sharp swish of the wind was heard, and suddenly the man holding his horn was nowhere to be seen. With the other men in a state of shock, Dynasty took the opportunity to flee with surprising speed. The clacking of his footsteps sounded as if he was adorned in heavy armor, but his pace made that seem unlikely. The black blur sped down the streets until he was out of sight from those who witnessed the scene. Back where the scuffle occurred, only a few moments passed before the man came whistling down onto the city streets with a sickening crack, followed by a chorus of harrowing screams.

 

[RavenSong]

Luna

The vampire set course for the inner city but not before gazing once again at the moon lit sky. For a second her whole mortal life flashed before her. The thoughts of laughter and companionship which after many trials and errors seemed to only lead to heartbreaks.
Perhaps it was this that lead her to the inner city. Perhaps it was simply the hunger she usually felt shortly after waking.
she started down the stone paved road killing the melancholy feeling by continuing the tune in her head as she swayed and spun through the street gracefully.

The sounds of the city began to rise as she approached. Familiar sounds of lutes, drums and flutes that penetrated the air. A drunk pair of sailors would gawk at her. Feeling their feverish eyes upon her figure. She didn’t mind. She was too submerged in the echoing sounds resonating in her consciousness to care.

Without much thought she eventually landed at a brothel. A fine place for a meal. she thought as she made her way towards the colorful building. The dispersed crowd outside seemed to be in many types of mating rituals as they drank to their heart’s content.

a she elf maybe a few years older suddenly appeared out of the crowd and approached her with a confident smile. “Well hello there good lookin’ “ she said with eyes as green as the sea, her white skin as snow and the scent about her intoxicating.
The vampire turned to look at the fair elf and smiled as she covered her mouth shyly. “Oh, hello..” she said as her body swayed back and forth in place keeping the rhythm of the music playing just inside the small venue as she looked up at her almost too deeply interested.
They continued the usual ritual of courtship, with every sentence quickly winning her favor and trust until they finally went outside. Luna would take her hand and bring her to the alleyway between the brothel and the neighboring building. In private darkness they joined lips. Hands wandered and passionate expressions were traded like an exchange of musket fire in a battlefield.

Luna would wait until the opportune moment before finally moving her fangs to her neck. She could almost feel the blood flowing within her victims body until with a soft hiss finally piercing her skin.

The elf wouldn’t feel a thing, she was under her spell. As she emptied her victims body Luna caressed her hair knowing these moments of passion would be her last. The vampire would catch the elf as she collapsed and slowly sat her on the ground. She wiped the excess on a handkerchief she pulled out of her dress pocket and looked down at the dead elf sitting with her back against the brothel wall.

She no longer felt pity. In fact she didn’t feel a thing as she turned around to pick up an empty bottle of wine and placing it on the elf’s lap.

she turned quickly as she felt something dart through the alley. A shadow. That made a hum that pierced her ears; an insect like buzz. After it passed she looked around for a bit before shrugging and dismissing the occurrence although suspicious of it.

Luna rarely set foot in places she’d already been seen but she decided to return to the brothel. The hunger made it difficult to concentrate on anything other than feeding. She wanted to take a good look at the place and perhaps begin a new business venture. After all vampires had to be well connected to keep networks fresh and suspicion low.
She looked around as she made her way to the bar inside and ordered a glass of wine. The alcohol in the blood of her feeding already causing her to feel it’s effects.
She sipped and looked over at the erotic art on the walls. The numerous individuals as if eternally bound to the mating ritual of pleasures. Luna found it fascinating and filled her with a deep excitement. An excitement she had only felt once before.

 

[Hexblood Bandit]

Olga sang softly into the night as she neatly braids her hair. It was a somber lullaby learned from her mother, about a little crow who strayed too far and lost track from her flock one day, and when she found her way back was pecked apart since the crows couldn't recognize her new scent as one of theirs. In a similar way to most lullabies taught by her mother, the moral lesson was about never separating from the coven (which she ignored), however, Olga had always understood the story to be oddly telling about Vasilsa. Her mother, like most hags, was a twisted fae creature by nature, yet the divorce between her from other fae stood out as more of a punishment rather than a choice. As in the case with the little crow, Vasilsa strayed too far from her course and found herself forever at odds with her family. To an extent, hags could interact with the fae, however they would never accept the taint hags now have.

Baaa!

An abrupt cry from Meg pulls Olga away from her theories and ruminations of the past, and the goat nudges forward a small glass ball towards her summoner, "Ah yes, we cannot end the day without the proper precautions ready. Very well, Meg open the shutters while I am occupied with the chanting. Hilda, would you kindly keep an eye on Mister Craughsmore for the night, I swear that man appears more seedy every time I see him." Olga casually summons Hilda, her white-bellied crow, and divvy up the task for her familiars.

Ancient words, raw in tone with a heavy weight to them stream out from Olga's mouth as she clutches the glass ball in her hand; as the chant reaches its crescendo, she crushes the orb, simultaneously casting a blur to her vision and a dullness to her hearing. Olga's third eye, iris with a ring of emerald circling the amber core, hovers in front of the witch. She directs it through the opening from Meg, and sees the surrounding area with a bird's eye-view. Her home resembles a shack more than an actual living space, for housing was at a premium in Whallem. Sailors and tradesmen tended to not stay long, and aside from those employed in the fisheries or pubs there was not a strong need for housing (although recent efforts to expand into the swamplands are slowly changing things). The Scrying Eye rechecked the mousetraps were armed, useful for getting rid of pest and attaining spell components, and personally swept over to where Flynn Craughsmore resides.

Flynn was a brute of a man, massive in stature and ugly as sin; he slept in his traditional fisherman's outfit despite being laid off even before Olga arrived to the city. How he owned his house was a mystery to everyone but himself, although the indigenous statuette tucked into the corner of the room told hints to the secret. Leaving Hilda to keep the watch on the neighbor, Olga maneuvers the eye back outside the house before ending the spell.

 

[Rurnur]

Making his way to a less populated area of the city, Dynasty had decided he should find himself a place to rest for the day, so as to avoid unnecessary crowds while exploring. Eventually, he came across a decrepit, seemingly abandoned storage space. Curious, he scanned the area for inhabitants before approaching the building, hunched over slightly with his antennae twitching in the air. Though he may have detected the slight vibrations of a song on the wind, his lack of truly dedicated hearing meant he failed to notice it's inhabitant. He had gotten used to understanding the common tongue through these vibrations, so he could communicate well enough face to face, but noticing sound was not one of his strong suits.

Unable to make out anyone active inside the shack, the beetle man reached an armored hand out from under his robe and snapped his claw-like fingers a couple times. A few low grunts and buzzing sounds whispered from between his mandibles, before a bright orange glow emerged from the palm of his hand, lighting up his features and the exterior of the building. The display might seem rather intimidating or ominous from the perspective of anyone else, but the curious creature would only tap lightly upon the door, fully prepared to excuse himself if there was anyone on the premises. "Anyone.. home?"

Hexblood Bandit

 

[Vyolence]

Maxx & Teepha - The Docks​

Night had now fallen on the windy Port Town, blanketing the dimly lit streets with the milky light of the moon. While the main port of the town would continue bustling throughout the night hours, a lot of the town had receded into its confines for slumber. The red light district also tingled with life as thieves and whores alike stalked the cobbled streets. A lone dock, currently unmanned and dark with night would await an unsuspecting visitor. In the distance as sea fog rolled from the water’s surface, it blanketed a carrack style ship with severely worn panels. At first sight it might appear rather old, though the damage alongside the bow seemed to be inflicted. A single sail with a worn emblem of the Yaris Capital seal, carried its disheveled mass across the still waters with a slow pace. The main sail billowed while its closed companions fluttered audibly against their masts. Slowing it’s lazy pace several feet from the dock a massive anchor was lowered into the deep waters upon which they bobbed in place. Lifeboats began to lower, occupied by at least a dozen men each. With sudden haste they made way for the solemn dock, their bustling crewmembers alerting the shoreline ahead.

A small group of people passing by the dock drew their attention to the incoming mob, quickening their pace at the sight. The boats began to dock, bodies hopping onto the sturdy planks to secure rope to long posts. Several of the men appeared to already be drunk, stumbling in their intoxicated stupor straight for a shady tavern. A few others filed out into the streets, their clothes ragged and bodies carried a foul stench. After the boats were mostly cleared, a pair of four remained on the dock. Laughter boomed from the largest figure as he pulled a smoking cigar from his mouth. He stood roughly 7ft tall, his exposed limbs shrouded with a thick layer of coarse fur. The pewter strands were matted in places and appeared to need grooming, a long sword concealed beneath his coat. At his side was a young woman who might have appeared human though her eyes resembled the color of pearl. A calloused hand grasped the hilt of her cutlass while short ebony strands of hair whipped around the tanned features of her visage. The other two appeared cloaked and offered a nod before leaving the armed pair.

“Let’s get what we came for.” A gruff voice bellowed, capturing the woman’s attention. She offered a wicked smirk, a single gold tooth glimmering within her smile. “Aye aye, Captain.” She mocked, rolling her gaze to a bracer on her wrist. Securing it tightly, they then headed towards their first destination - the brothel. Two men from their smelly crew had already stumbled inside, tossing the entrance open brazenly. They’d contain their stumbling until they found an empty sofa, sitting down with audible ‘plops’. It would only be a moment before their catcalling ensued and the motley pair from before, strode inside. The beast man accompanying the woman would take a few paces within before pausing as their gazes swept the space before them. Maxx and Teepha stood in the entrance to the brothel, making it difficult for anyone to simply rush out. Pulling his cigar from his mouth, Maxx exhaled slowly as a wicked, toothy grin formed along his muzzle.

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[Hexblood Bandit]

"Anyone.. home?"

At the very moment sleep welcomed her, Olga was roused from the stupor by a buzzing voice and taps at the door. Annoyed due to the disturbance, but alert enough to be wary, Olga checked her mental link to the crow familiar. Hilda's link was distant and still camped near Flynn Craughsmore's place, so there was no problems there. If the situation called for it, Hilda or Meg could send a distress signal and moreover vague impressions of the situation via the mental link, and vice versa, however Olga has not yet reached the mastery to actually see through them. Regardless of her close friendship with Lady Dermott, Olga never told the matron of the brothel her living residence, although the lady doubtlessly knew from her connections. For all of the precautions taken by the young witch, she still feels at her most vulnerable here; the only advantage of staying at a small shackhouse besides as a cheap place to sleep, was the discreetness of it, which does not help if Flynn, or whomever, decides to barge in unannounced.

An orange glow distinct from a torch's light stretches from under the wooden frame of the door and across the uneven floorboards, illuminating the mess of alchemical ingredients, glass jars, and miscellaneous items Olga was too bothered with to put away. Remaining dressed in her nightgown the witch quickly beckons her goat familiar to retrieve the rod, while she stumbles through the darkness and clutter for a potion. Olga winces at the noise announcing her presence and rummages around her gear for the potion of invisibility, should the need arise for a clean getaway.

Now adequately prepared, Olga leverages the witch's rod at the door and calls out to the unexpected visitor, "Yes, and who am I addressing at this time of night? Did Lady Dermott send you?" Invoking the matron of the Privateer's Delight was risky, but often works to deter vagrants from getting on the bad side of a lady with many contacts. Sailors tend to not take kindly to people who mess with their money first, and their pleasure second.


Rurnur

 

[Vyolence]

Maxx & Teepha - The Docks​

It was safe to say the noisy group from the lifeboats were now scattered across the small boundaries of the red light district. The men that entered the tavern could be heard from the street, celebrating their arrival to land with obnoxious shouts and demands for drink. The two cloaked beings who separated from the motley pair that was Maxx and Teepha now stalked through the shadows of an alley, separating as they forked behind the dilapidated structures of the space. One of them stopped for a long moment to observe the sight of a rather tall figure who was silhouetted by a dull, warm glow. Silence would draw between them as the cloaked figure approached with eerie silence. The slinking counterpart of the pair stalked the shadows in the opposite direction, pausing briefly as its attention was drawn to a figure slumped lifelessly against a wall. Drawing near, it stole a glance over a shoulder before hastily approaching the body with bright eyes that examined closely in the dark space. Extending a gloved hand, it grasped the figure’s chin and let its gaze draw over the small marks upon her neck. A few moments passed before the being stood and took off in a slow jog.

The place was crawling with the strange and rather smelly group that filed from the now vacant lifeboats. Back at the brothel, it appeared the initial men who burst in were quite pleased as a young, scantily dressed man and woman approached. They seemed well distracted now as Teepha moved towards the stairs to the upper level - her attention drawn to the bustling within a particular room. Without announcing her entrance she grasped the knob tightly and swung the door open with force. Pearlescent hues met the pair within, mocking a look of disgust as her upper lip contorted. A large, half clothed Orc was sprawled on the bed before her, accompanied by a gangly naked woman straddled upon his lap. She bobbed sloppily up and down, urging noisy grunts of pleasure from the Orc who grasped her hips and thrusted forcefully upwards. They didn’t seem to mind as Teepha strode calmly in the room, the Orcs excitement actually growing with anticipation of another partner. A partially gloved hand reached out for the woman who was panting, pushing calloused fingers into her hair - gripping it tightly. The courtesan released a cry as her body began to quiver, expelling fluid on the Orc. A look of disgust crossed Teepha’s sharp features as she pulled the woman’s face to view her own, watching her eyes intently for a moment. “T!” Her initial was called by Maxx, the intensity of his tone causing her to immediately release her grip of the woman. The orc watched with lustful fascination while she turned back to the door, not bothering to close it behind her. She took a moment to listen for more movement in the upstairs place and upon hearing nothing, trotted back down the stairs.

One of the cloaked beings from before stood next to Maxx’s towering form, causing a manicured brow to pique with interest. “It’s not upstairs.” She called, the rigid sound of her voice almost hoarse. Closing the distance between them, Teepha kept a watchful eye through her peripherals as Maxx turned to address her. “It’s here. Marko found a body.” His tone was hushed as if he were trying to limit potential eavesdropping. A massive paw wheeled backwards to slap upon Marko’s back audibly, the cloaked man coughing and doubling over in response. “Nice job.” He bellowed before returning his attention expectantly to the tanned woman at his side. Raising her chin she observed the layout of the brothel once more before she spoke. “Time to spread out?” Her eyes narrowed and the corner of her lips twitched as Maxx replied with a determined growl. In unison they turned to exit the brothel and pace down a cobbled street while Marko and the oblivious pair of drunkards remained within.

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[RavenSong]

Luna

The brothel seemed to collectively moan in pleasure as the senses of most of the individuals there became duller by the minutes. Luna among them wasn’t an exception. She bathed in the attention of both males and females. Playing with their minds, giving them false signals before her rejecting words pierced their hopeful hearts. There would be some who returned. Perhaps it was her charm. Or the air of mystery around her.

How she loved them. Yet also hated them.
she would escape the grasp of a man by the hallway with devious laughter before landing in the arms of another. Joining lips was all too tempting. Passion was her weakness. She could almost feel her dead heart beat again as his warmth seemed to electrify her body.

Alas, it wouldn’t last for long as a group of sailors following an intriguing duo would enter. The female sailor with quite the determined demeanor wouldn’t have noticed her as she hid her face behind the man courting her at the time.
“Wonderful!” She whispered to herself sarcastically as one of them called to the other about a body.
Luna entered the room next to the bar. It was vacant save for the dressers bordering the wall next to the bed. She opened the drawers after a moment of shifting through the seemingly endless amount of lingerie. “Can’t a lady just get a break?” She scoffed as she ignored the lovers who seemed to be reaching climax in the room above.

She finally opened the last drawer which revealed leather vambraces among other things. Sifting through this same drawer she found a circlet with a veil attached. She put it on as well as the veil that obscured her mouth but kept her eyes revealed. She turned to face the broken mirror above the dresser and rehearsed a curtsy. “Why hello madam?” She whispered mockingly resisting any further laughter.

To her surprise the duo of sailor captains had left, leaving behind only the one named Marko and the remainder of the group who seemed much more interested in pleasure than seeking “it” out. A moment which Luna found opportunity.
The vampire silently approached Marko and entwined her hands in his as she guided them above her waist. Then let his hands do as they pleased. She would rest her arms on each side of his shoulders and look into his eyes briefly before looking at his lips.

“Hello..” she’d say patiently. “Where does a man like you come from?”
Observing over his shoulder for an instant she noticed the duo start towards the street.
Perhaps they really were on a witch hunt. In this case a vampire hunt. “But why?” She wondered. They weren’t the law, or at least didn’t look like guardsman or officials.

turning back to Marko she smiled behind the veil covering her fangs “Are you.. looking for someone?” She asked innocently.

The vampire secretly decided that an open conflict would simply bring too much attention. She had to play this one out secretly. Last thing she wanted was to have the entire city up in arms looking for the “monsters den”. She’d be back to hunting game animals in the forest, which didn’t satisfy quite the same.

No, violence here would have to be a last resort or a calculated event. At least that’s what she had figured, up until this moment. For now she’d have to find a way to escape.

 

[Rurnur]

Dynasty flinched and withdrew from the doorway, the warm glow dissipating as he backed away into the street. "Excuse me.. I didn't mean to intrude!" He exclaimed in his anxiety, unsure of where to go now. Hearing the footsteps of a group of men approaching from where he originally fled, he instinctively spread his wings and flew down the street, zipping between alleys in a panic. All of this was too much too fast, he should have known better than to get himself stuck in a city like this, seeing as all he ever know was his meager forest home. Maybe one day he'd return, but for now he needed some peace and quiet.

 

[Vyolence]

Maxx & Teepha - The Docks​

The two men being serviced finished another round of drinks while the pair of employees sat upon their laps. They might have appeared oblivious to the situation in their midst; the cloaked man named Marko now frozen in place. Perhaps it was simply her presence, or even the melodic tone of her voice? Whatever it was, his highly trained senses and innate abilities or perhaps the chill of the unknown, sent a chill along his spine. He stood roughly 6’ in height though the most noticeable features were the pointed bulges on either side of his hood. Two gloved hands tightened into fists as he forced himself to slowly turn, resting his gilded orbs upon the obscured features of her face. Despite his visual discomfort, the tone of his voice was smooth and even. “I am from Adleth.” He ignored her question as one hand moved behind his frame to settle in the small of his back. His fingers contorted into a series of patterns until the pair from the couch grew much louder. “Damn baby, you’re on fire!” One of them called, followed by a sharp whistling sound. It repeated, a few times before he wrapped his arms around the figure upon his lap, stealing a brief gaze at Marko. The hooded gaze remained on the woman while his lips pressed into a line behind the leather mask secured to his mouth and nose.

The door behind them had barely fallen closed, a small crack remaining while Teepha trotted quickly down the stairs. Pivoting on the heel of her muddied boots, she rested a hand upon the hilt of her cutlass as she watched Maxx expectantly. Where the hell would they look now? At that point in time their other men had most likely searched most of the red light district, keeping a distance from the other parts of the Port town. As Maxx opened his mouth to speak, the gold hoop in a pointed ear upon his head glimmered in the low light as he strained to hear behind him. The high pitched whistle ignited fire in his eyes and the tone of his voice was hushed when he spoke. “Luis gave the distress signal.” He nodded his head towards the alley which led to the other entrance of the brothel. Without a word, Teepha offered a crooked grin as she moved with a rushed pace along the side of the building. A massive paw grasped the handle of the door, slowly opening it to duck his large form back inside. Slowly approaching from behind the woman who addressed Marko, his initial attention was drawn on Luis. Peering around the courtesan upon his lap, he’d give Maxx a look that indicated Marko. The corner of his lips pulled into a grin and he’d draw a hand to his sword, hovering above the large weapon. He didn’t seem to pay much mind to the woman though, his head in a tilt as he eyed Marko expectantly, calling out to him. “It’s about time you had a little fun on shore.” He boomed, a loud chuckle rattling the space before him.

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She waited a moment, watching the orange glow recede and counting the footsteps of the unexpected visitor before they stopped a few paces away from the door. Olga opened the shackhouse's door and saw a vague shape flying down the street. Just as she was about to out call out to the fleeing figure, Hilda flew down and perched on the witch's shoulder cawing all the while. Meg nuzzled her leg and looked towards the mob.

A large group of men bearing torches, wickedly sharp fishing hooks, and other miscellaneous weapons approached the witch, anger plain on their faces with some looking slightly fearful. A sailor with tattoos inked onto the side of the neck called out to Olga, "Woman! 'ave ye seen a monster in these parts? A giant bug creature slayed Peter wit' a flick of its horns."

Surprised at more arrivals and the new information Olga did not think to lie until after she replied, "I did not get a good look at it, however I do believe this monster of yours flew down that a way." She pointed down the street and inwardly cursed as a bloodthirsty cry rang out from the mob. The tatted sailor nods gravely at Olga, "Aye, you've heard 'er lads! Ye be comin' wit' us fo' the night miss. Jerry! Wake up Big Flynn for me. We need his strength to wrestle thee monster down. Tomas, ye will send the signal out that we be on its tail soon enough." Two men rudely pull Olga into their group, Meg tries to intervene but is swiftly swept aside with a kick. Before the familiars end up attacking the mob Olga dismisses them from sight, fortunately the men were too bloodthirsty to notice her magic.

Flynn Craughsmore steps out of his rat-infested hovel, and grins a slimy smile at Olga before turning his attention to the tatted man. "Out for blood in the middle of the night Wallace? And I see you brought out the prostitute as well." He gestures to the witch while readjusting his crotch. Somehow the man found out about Olga's visits to the Privateer's Delight, and mistakenly assumed she worked there despite her openly working as an alchemist. Some of the men nearby let out a hoot at Flynn's remark, revenge for Peter only seemed to be a small way of getting excitement for the night. Olga doubted that the men will find the creature with half of them being drunk, and she was extremely worried what they would do when they fail. Nothing ever good comes with a mob who lost its target. Flynn and Wallace begin bickering over who is in charge while the mob continues to grow with more people joining in to lynch the bug.