1. Skyway Robbery - Rise
01-26-2020, 08:22 PM
Barkov offers a weak snarl as a token resistance to his master's command and then simply trots off to lay down by the stairwell.
Aredfln reponds with a nod.
Orkan and Finch sally forth into the swarm or merchantfolk and city dwellers that populate the taverns as the yellow sun wanes. The folk of Broadland are plain. Their feudal lifestyles afford them few extraneous comforts. Towards the end of winter they retire their thick braided overcoats for color tinted tunics. Simple, hard lives means simple hard celebrations. In Temming's Rise the end of winter is welcomed with powerful spirits.
Finch and Orkan take empty seats between two large gatherings in a traditional Broadland ale hall. The stares of every man and woman snap to Orkan and his powerful wings. The tense moment breaks into hearty laughter that echoes from wall to wall.
Indiscernable Stranger - [Imperial]: "Sumbuddy fetch da pheasant 'nd iz company sum Groskum!"
Two tankards slide into Finch and Orkan's grasps. The black brew inside them bubbles and pops and spits up an unappetizing aroma. The woman directly in front of the two casts a smug grin.
Smug woman - [Imperial]: "Bottoms up feathered friend. Nex' round comes from yer coffers."
She finishes her words with a chuckle.
Aredfln reponds with a nod.
Orkan and Finch sally forth into the swarm or merchantfolk and city dwellers that populate the taverns as the yellow sun wanes. The folk of Broadland are plain. Their feudal lifestyles afford them few extraneous comforts. Towards the end of winter they retire their thick braided overcoats for color tinted tunics. Simple, hard lives means simple hard celebrations. In Temming's Rise the end of winter is welcomed with powerful spirits.
Finch and Orkan take empty seats between two large gatherings in a traditional Broadland ale hall. The stares of every man and woman snap to Orkan and his powerful wings. The tense moment breaks into hearty laughter that echoes from wall to wall.
Indiscernable Stranger - [Imperial]: "Sumbuddy fetch da pheasant 'nd iz company sum Groskum!"
Two tankards slide into Finch and Orkan's grasps. The black brew inside them bubbles and pops and spits up an unappetizing aroma. The woman directly in front of the two casts a smug grin.
Smug woman - [Imperial]: "Bottoms up feathered friend. Nex' round comes from yer coffers."
She finishes her words with a chuckle.
