[Post here first!] The Harbor

Stepping off the ship and onto the dock, he'd probably feel a slight sense of unease, as he'd be accustomed to the rocking of the sea. The hard stone beneath his boots might be slightly disorienting at first.
As his sense of balance would stabilize, Tyrus would be greeted with the vibrant sights and smells of Sakand. Here, it was very warm, and the people wore loose colored silks and sandals. Fishermen, many without shirts on, seemed to spend much of their day here on the harbor bringing in fresh catch from the shallow, glittering bay in which tens of tiny fishing boats bobbed with the waves.
The city itself was absolutely gorgeous, magnificent structures of domes and spires decorated in opulent tile and lush terraced gardens, a small plaza featuring an immaculate row of palms as the nearest gateway into the city proper from the waterfront.

Despite the recent lifting of martial law, the opening of the harbor, and the unique variation in the peoples' skin tones (and in many cases, race or species), all the people seemed immersed in a single overarching culture. Tyrus would be hard pressed to find another dressed like him in these distant lands, though thankfully all spoke the same language.

A slightly above medium sized airship would approach the Harbour. The Trader was somewhat over optimistic and assumed that there would be some dedicated docks for his airship, or at least clear  means to get off of it and onto land. It would go quite low before dropping off an armoured Dwarf, who bounced a few times on the street and made sparks all over. Finally getting up and clutching his head, the Dwarf called out to the people in general. 

Taking off his helmet and wiping sweat off of his forehead the Dwarf groaned. He knew foreigners were gits but this was something new. Surely anyone knew what a nob was, especially in a rich place full of them. 

No ship proceeded his visit, nor any airship - Instead, a loud "popping" noise was all that was heard, a rush of black smoke filling a small area - Once it begun to a settle, a man, swathed in black, with deep crimson eyes, and a smirk appeared. A massive sword hanging from his back, the tip literally centimeters from the ground itself. His right hand slowly came up, before resting on the hilt of a short sword protruding from the robes.

"Reminds me of.... Home.."

The man stood in place a second, no doubt awaiting the arrival of guard or something, rarely had he ever entered a city without some sort of check point or look out station.

Korin gave a glimpse around the city, watching as strangers either looked or gawked, it was of little matter though. His target was not here. He closed his eyes a moment, bri gong his hand up to touch the massive hilt of the giant black blade hanging off his back.

"We are close, though, yes?"

Was he... Talking to his weapon? Well that also didn't matter. First he looked left and right, gazing in each direction thoughtfully. As if searching for something. He heard the waves behind him, the hustle and bustle of a harbor? Perhaps, he did not turn to look. His looked up slightly, instead, using his free hand to shield his eyes from the sun, gazing at the massive structure before him.

"If I remember right, he was always overly opulent. But it's been at least a decade.... No matter, a place to start."

With a smile, the man hefted his shoulders, and begun his journey to the massive structure of canals and floating gardens that laid before him.

Korin stopped, and his crimson gaze slowly shifted to the purple ball on his shoulder - Well, this was indeed... interesting. He frowned a moment, before shrugging weakly.

"Don't suppose you know who I'm looking for, fairie creature?"

He asked, more to himself then the actual insect. Again, his eyes swept over the place before him, would he be here? No, most likely not, but if he were to go inside of it, perhaps cause some commotion... He would indeed show up.

"Eh, kind of figured."

Ailden sighed to himself, almost resolved to give up - His eyes following the crowds of fairies as they headed toward the incoming smells of spices and what not, before raising his eyebrow. He was hungry, after all - And he really had no clue where to start.

"Well, guess I better head the other way toward the food for now then..."

At that Korin turned, and begun heading after the fairies. For once taking cues from magical candles.

So Follow the Fairies he did - He could survive, and there was something curious about them, and the structure they all floated around. He took a breath, again hefting his shoulders - The massive blade on his back obviously causing him trouble. It had to be taken up there, or at least... he hoped.

Korin's thoughts were shifting. In and out, as if lost in a trance. He followed the many Fairies as if second handedly, when a voice interrupted his thoughts. Temple if the Fairies, had it said? What an interesting name.... He slowly pulled away from his inner thoughts, as the voice asked about.... The sword.

"It is..."

Korin stopped, and finally turned his head too look over his shoulder, at the man who spoke. Was he it? This wasn't him. Korin turned away, lowering his head a moment.

"This sword... Has ended empires. Created empires. Ended lives, caused mass Destruction. What is it, you ask? It is a vile thing, a creature that thrives on mortals, and entraps them forever. And..."

Korin finally looked up again, back too the temple.

"It seeks it's Master."

Well, that was cryptic. Korin did not elaborate, nor did he introduce himself or make any other motions toward the, he just stared, blankly, at the Temple, speaking softly.

"And he is here... Somewhere, in this Dark Land.."