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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 14:40:43 GMT -8
 Hidden within the White City's sewers and water canals sits the undercity. While crime is rare in the White City, it does exist and thrive. This hole is home to the criminals and homeless of the city as well as a black market.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 15:51:36 GMT -8
Wendy started to walk down the alleyway into the sewers. She saw the water canals and thought to remove her water arms.
"If we're this far down, I might as well just buy a repair scroll...." She said to herself.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 16:45:16 GMT -8
Several Archidons had made their way into the sewers and were headed to the Undercity. Wendamari would hear them talking as they made their way in her direction. "Hurry up, someone saw her enter the sewer this is the only place the thief could be heading."
Another Archidon replied, "We just need to get it back before the king finds it missing."
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816 
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Sept 10, 2015 17:06:55 GMT -8
Roxanne walks down the hatch into the undercity. She glances around, surprised at the lack of stench.
"Very clean sewers, they have here. And since when do sewers have...markets?"
She spots the bazaar, and is very confused.
"Am I in the right place?"
She goes to talk to a seller.
"Uh...what is this place? Why do you have such fancy sewers?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 17:10:29 GMT -8
"And this day keeps getting better..." She grumbled before turning to Raena.
"Okay, I have an idea. If you can keep them occupied I can try and fix this stupid thing...." Wendy said as she pulled out the cloak. Surprisingly it wasn't ripped. If anything, it looked better than before.
"Wow, I'm better at this than I thought!" She said in shock. A few moments passed.
"Wait, how did this thing get mended?!"
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Undercity
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Registered: Sept 10, 2015 17:10:37 GMT -8
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Post by Undercity on Sept 10, 2015 17:29:38 GMT -8
The merchant grinned, her smile revealing a few missing teeth. She couldn't have been older than thirty, but looked several decades older.
"Oh dearie, this is just the first level, a drinking-water tunnel."
She pointed to the surprising clean looking swill that flowed through the sewer.
"That swill goes right up to the houses of the nobles. Couldn't have that go through a dirty sewer, could they? Pompous crooks, the lot!"
She looked around furtively before continuing.
"As for my little shop. Well, those same noble-types decided to regulate what can be sold within the gleaming confines of their little utopia above. But under it? We get by selling the things they can't admit to wanting. You seem like the curious type, and a foreigner too. Perhaps you will find something you like."
Spread out on a soiled wooden platform next to the woman was a selection of vials filled with murky, opaque liquids of various colors.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Sept 10, 2015 17:38:37 GMT -8
Roxanne is intrigued.
"Hmm...interesting. What are these, exactly? No...wait. I'm here on business. I'm looking for a fugitive, a man who apparently murdered a noble. He was said to have fled to the sewers. Know anything about that?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 18:13:13 GMT -8
Raynold had returned to the city from the Eastern Warfront upon hearing of his relatives death. He was in full armor and gear but alone. His cloak marked him as a preator, if you knew the rank signs. When he heard Roxanne speak he turned his gaze upon her. Cold purple eyes looked at her from beneath his helm. After the same prey. No one will speak to me, lets see what she can dig up. The preator removed his gaze after the thought and looked like he was shopping at another storefront.
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Undercity
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Post by Undercity on Sept 10, 2015 18:16:52 GMT -8
Roxanne's commitment to "business" did nothing to prevent the woman from giving her the full sales pitch.
"Oh, just some potions. Barely illegal stuff, if you want harder stuff you will need to go deeper."
She gestured to a few of the vials: a pale pink liquid, a dark green swill, a inky black slime, and a light orange cordial in a little glass container. In order she described their uses.
"An aphrodisiac, and a potent one. Sure to leave your man begging at your feet."
She give a wink.
"Poison, applied to a blade it will leave a wound that rots and festers. Terrible stuff, I assure you."
Obviously the woman had noted Roxanne's warrior's build and weapons.
"Sewer slime. Be careful when you open the vial, or it may escape and run away. Restores your energy when consumed... just expect one HELL of a hangover come the morning. The slime will die once it dissolves in your stomach. Usually."
The last container looked oddly fancy, especially in contrast to the grime of the sewers and the filth on the woman's hands as she held the bottle up to the light streaming down from a sewer grate above. It was likely once the perfume bottle of some lady.
"Cordial of healing. Have a cold or fever? Cordial! Weakened by parasites or strange spores and fungi? Cordial! This stuff is great if you plan on going deeper into the sewers... you see, they connect with all kinds of things: cave systems, catacombs... lets just say, if someone is hiding something in Aaedan, it is probably somewhere down here. Keep in mind this stuff is potent. Don't overuse it. As for you man... you are probably in the right place, just head deeper. This place isn't kind to newcomers and the unwary, just warning you. If this guy is involved with the syndicates you might as well leave now. Best not to get dragged into that business if you can help it."
Roxanne would then likely notice the tattoo visible on the woman's bare ankle. The tattoo depicted a mole's claw with a chain around it's wrist.
"Yes, I know nothing about that. The sewers are huge, and while news spreads fast here I'm not exactly connected. But please, take a look at these! Anything interest you miss?"
The woman then noticed the Praetor. She didn't recognize the man's particular rank, but would know he was a city official. What was a surface man of rank doing down here? Once she finished her sale she would have to move on. A stalking lion in the sewers could prove dangerous for everyone involved. If the council heard about this- yes. She had some information to sell now.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Sept 10, 2015 18:19:24 GMT -8
Roxanne ignores the potion-seller's wares. She never was one to trust her life to something sold in a sewer.
"Are you sure you don't know anything? Do you know who would?"
She has a sneaking suspicion that the woman knows more than she's letting on, but she isn't willing to act on it. Yet.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 18:25:10 GMT -8
Raynold listened to the woman gaggle on from a slight distance. But he turned walked to the sales woman. A trick he hadn't wanted to use but sure to loose a tongue. "Tell the lady what you know. I know you can tell I'm a Praetor. If the syndicate slew a noble the army will cut its way through these sewers." His eyes seemed to glow brighter. "This is no Idle threat, it was a Takans that was slain." Anyone Native to Aaedan would be able to recognize the Praetor as Raynold Takans from his armor. A pissed of Takans in full battle gear is a frightful sight.
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Raena Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 10, 2015 18:29:30 GMT -8
Raena looks down at the cloak, blinking a few times incredulously. Then, realisation slowly creeps across her face, and she places her head in both of her palms, saying quietly, "Repair what has been broken..." She turns to Wendamari and says, flatly and following a deep, annoyed sigh, "The Void repaired it. I am an idiot. Part of my invocation was to 'repair what has been broken'. The Void must have repaired the cloak as well, sensing my eventual intent."
"Class-A idiocy," she murmurs under her breath, cursing her own stupidity.
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Undercity
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Post by Undercity on Sept 10, 2015 18:30:28 GMT -8
The woman clearly looked more nervous now, glancing over Roxanne's shoulder at some man glancing at the wares. Noticing Roxanne's piercing eyes she would put on a smile: oddly enough it looked rather genuine. The man called out. Oh dear.
"I don't know anything about your killer, but if you have coin I could lead you to someone who might. They call him Banter ... he is something of an information broker. If anyone understands the shadows, it would be him. Or the Rat King... but lets not go there. Miss, lets let go of that line of thought. People who ask around too much around here disappear"
Damn these people. I won't last long with them around.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Sept 10, 2015 18:34:50 GMT -8
Roxanne's patience runs out. The hangover medicine wasn't nearly as effective as it should have been. She grabs the woman by the throat and slams her head into her own potion stand.
"Enough! Give me names and locations! Where's Banter? What does he charge? Who's the rat king? Where is he? Tell me quick, before I smash up this tacky little stand of yours and pour your aphrodisiacs into the lords and ladies' taps!"
She squeezes the poor woman's throat menacingly.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 18:42:49 GMT -8
Raynold set his hand on Roxanne's shoulder. "Release her. I have silver." He produced 20 silver in a small pouch, 20 being a decent sum in Aaedan.
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 10, 2015 18:42:31 GMT -8
Raena hears the unmistakable shout of her cousin echo throughout the canal, and she heaves another great sigh. "What sort of ridiculous argument is she getting into now?" she asks herself. She then turns to Wendamari, taking her arm and saying, somewhat more forcibly than usual, "Come on, then. We need to find my cousin. Hopefully we'll be able to drop this cloak off with an interested party in the mean time. It could get us some sort of reprieve from the Archidons following us." She stuffs the cloak into Wendamari's rucksack and starts off in the direction of the shouting, dragging Wendamari with her at a brisk pace.
After a few moments, she arrives at the stall where she spies her cousin slamming some poor saleswoman's head into the wood of her own counter. Raena heaves a sigh. She seems to be doing a lot of sighing lately. Dragging Wendamari by the arm, she walks up to the stall. "Cousin," she says, "what is going on here?"
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Undercity
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Post by Undercity on Sept 10, 2015 18:46:04 GMT -8
The woman cried out as glass shattered over her face. She was bleeding now, her face slick with blood and tears.
"AHHHH. IS EVERYONE FROM THE SURFACE MENTAL?"
She screamed a bit more. Evidently the potions didn't react well to open wounds. She managed to sob out a few lines.
"Banter is in the employ of- choke The Pheziant Syndicate. They operate on the fifth level. He owns a place called the-"
Roxanne's squeezing persuaded her to keep talking.
"Wibo Lounge. A drug den. crawling with syndicate types. Bring him with you and you will die, army or not."
She breathed in deeply. Her wound fizzed a bit.
"His charge varies by the information. Sometimes it is money- or favors, or information. Everyone knows who the bloody Rat King is. The head of the council of syndicates. They say he wears a copper crown in mockery of the-"
She glanced over at the Praetor.
"surface dwellers."
"No one knows where he stays. On council meetings he meets with the other syndicate heads in one of the syndicate houses. It rotates. The man is a paranoid fuck."
She was talking faster now, the fear overriding the pain.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Sept 10, 2015 18:46:38 GMT -8
Roxy lets go of the unfortunate seller's throat, shoving her backwards.
"Oh, nothing. It's just that job I was telling you about. Info gathering, that sorta thing. You know the drill. Where have you been?"
She notices Wendy, behind Raena.
"And what is she doing here?"
She turns back to the bleeding, fizzling, choking woman.
"Tell me exactly how to get to the information broker. Make it quick. And don't send me down some wrong path either, or I'm coming back. Y'hear?"
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 10, 2015 18:54:35 GMT -8
"Helping," Raena responds, quickly, "because she has no other choice." She rapidly changes the subject, then.
"Cousin, you are becoming far too aggressive in your mannerisms," she says as she releases Wendy with a threatening glance and moves behind the stall to tend to the saleswoman's wounds. "Be calmed, woman," she says, her voice somehow soothing despite the fact that it's as neutral and emotionless as always, "and slow down. Is there any way to enter the lounge undetected?"
If the saleswoman lets her, Raena will begin to slowly pull out the shards of glass, producing a stinging poultice and bandages from her cloak and applying the liquid to the wounds, before quickly wrapping the bandages around the woman's head. Any good warrior carries first aid supplies, and Raena is no different.
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Undercity
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Post by Undercity on Sept 10, 2015 18:55:36 GMT -8
"Follow the sign."
Her hand went to her ankle tattoo.
Just head right until you get to the junction. The ladder will take you down. Follow the sign... descend."
The woman passed out, collapsing into a heap among the broken glass. A sharp kick to the side would reveal the woman wasn't faking it. Close inspection would reveal that a strange color had begun to form around her tattoo, the veins acquiring a slight green tinge.
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