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 Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 7:37 pm
♠L'Orbben Har'ol♠
L'Orbben Har'ol is made up of the noble houses of Ulorbbath. Here, the noble born and wealthy live and indulge.
Giant stones, stalagmites, and stalactites alike have all been changed, all turned to hauntingly dark decorations. Different hues of soft faerie fire outline many of these dark and menacing structures.
The best of taverns, inns, and the like are in L'Orbben Har'ol. You have to have a big bag of gold to be able to afford the luxuries here, which are of the finest quality. Libraries, bath houses, ball rooms for rent, and other such resorts have been strictly been constructed in this part of the city only.
The Spy's Perch is the plateau where the most powerful of Ulorbbath's families reside. It is in a cave on the Spy's Perch that the First House is located, and from their elevated view the houses can look down upon the going-ons of L'Orbben Har'ol.
There are few merchants here, however, the slave traders flock to this district in hopes of selling their stock to the wealthy nobles.
The lesser races are fewer in number here, and most of them are chattel who belong to a house and are about doing their mistress's business.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 6:22 pm
Shririak dusted off her pants as the wagon stopped. Finally, here. She shifted and then jumped out of the back. She yawned and then glanced around check the area. She saw the slaves being unloaded and a certain group being seperated.
Clearly their going to some special place. Good luck to them. She thought and then grabbed her 'items' out of the wagon. Rolling the maps, letters, and materials she stuffed them into a bag. And then took the "items" out. With a deep breath she head off into Ulorrbath.
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 3:52 pm
Janzyne stepped into place behind the wagon wobbling into position.
The other guards were chatting telling the newer ones where the best bars and entertainments are.
She glanced over to the small crowd, her mental image shifted and another scene appeared.
She shook her head, I think I'll go back to that place. As the sound of their guild leader shrilled over them. "Alright you rivvilse. Once the last wagon is through, you can break for the time." She taller drow female glared at them. "Well get moving!"
Among the grumbling there was a shuffle of feet and they prepared for the last wagon train that had ordered their help for the travel through the city.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 4:10 pm
"Your free to go, now." The leader said to Janzyne who had been check the interior of the last wagon. Glancing over her shoulder at the woman, Janzyne simple nodded. Once the other lady had left with a confused looked on her face, Janzyne turned her attention back to the small stowaway she had found.
"Be gone and quickly." She allowed her honey rich voice to calm the small form. "If you run fast enough you can get past the crew of the wagon."
For a second the child just stared at her wide eyed and then straightened.
"Dos orn tlu inbau zhennu elamshinae.",The child said, checked the area outside the wagon and left.
Inside the wagon, Janzyne eyebrow was raised confusion clearly on her face.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 7:47 am
Janzyne sat on her, knees out, back against the wall. A green dull light flared through her tightly gripped hand. The scheming one wanted the job done.
May Lloth look lovingly on the chaos and death I'm about to bring. Was her only thought as she slipped into the caravan hanger. Placing the small green orbs in the places she knew they should be, she made she way silently through. The scheming one had sent someone to inform her of this job and from what she knew of these people, those that lived would never return to the City out of fear. When they run parallel a few days ago, the scheming one had said these people had a weak and dieing trade on the surface, and this was their last venture down here. If it failed the scheming one would own the farm land of these people in City. It was quite a lot of land, Janzyne had found out.
Done she slipped from the hanger and into the alleyway beyond. Before she started on the next hanger and storage place, she ignite the green orbs. Except nothing exploded. Maybe the scheming one was wrong, she thought, but stopped the thought as the guards out front gasped for air, made disgusting gurgling sounds, and then slumped in dead silence.
She cast a glance towards the rest of the Hanger, where the caravan leader and his people also slept before turning and disappearing into the shadows of the next place she was to hit.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 4:36 pm
Whispers of the death of people and a trade house, spread through the lower plateau of the wealth houses. The Merchants Guild had sent out a notice informing of the tragic deaths of not only the people but of the sorrow over the death of a old trade house.
Janzyne read the notice in the print she had swept from the small caravan she was guarding. The true sadness lied not at the death, but the lack of gain this had provided the Guild. Now the minor merchants houses were running around trying to grab the leftovers. There wasn't much.
She rubbed her head as her eyes focus on the last part of the notice.
Interesting, very interesting, she carefully refolded the notice and then slip the paper into the pouch of one of the riders who had snubbed her.
She gave a small smirk knowing the trouble she was about to give the whole House.
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 3:34 pm
Requiem steps into the city, his red eyes cast down at his sleeve which had a smudge of blood smeared on it. He gives a growl of frustration, trying again to rub the smear away...he had just washed this shirt! He continues walking, easily avoiding bumping into people, his eyes eventually looking up. Though he stood tall, he would downcast his red eyes when passing a female....years of beatings had shown him his place long ago. As much as it left a bad taist in his mouth, he would obey the laws of his people. doing so kept him alive, and allowed him to fight powerful enemies, something Requiem lived for. He stops, his eyes scanning the buildings around him, his hand slowly tracing the hilt of one of his blades. His weapons were very close to his soul...he had many of them, four knives, two twin scimitar, the blades long and thin,a slight curve at the end, blades that were very similar to a katana in size and weight. He also had a small cross bow strapped to his leg, and a spear on his back. The handle of the spear was strangely small, only about a foot and a half long. Some warriors would criticize the use of the two scimitar, though they are a very light and balanced weapon, using two would be difficult for most warriors....but, when one becomes familiar enough with the weapon, it is possible to use both independently, allowing one to block and attack at the same time, and even effectively fight two opponents at the same time without much trouble.
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 9:34 pm
As Iime hurried intt the nobel district he froze, a sudden realization washing over him like a tidal wave. and the result was chilling. He composed himself and continued walking through the streets trying to be as calm as possible. I can't go to Hun'afin with this... I need to go straight to the high priestess... he thought, suddenly realizing how dangerous a position he was in. if any of the other houses were to get their hands on that speck of prophesy, it could be used to devastating effect. yes, I'll head directly to Rylinndar, deliver the prophesy and head back to the shop... He shivered slightly, suddenly, even in the busy street, he felt exposed, scrutinized from all sides.
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