Aquateenflayer
2012-11-27, 10:30 PM
Just another rainy morning in the city of towers. The condensation from the upper towers gathering all the filth and grime and tossing it onto your doorstep. Seems like the natural order of things in Sharn. That the people up top spit on those below them.
A woman’s shrill scream echoes off the crumbling heap of stones that make up the the Black Gate district. A disturbing sound, but made less so from the fact that for the past week that same scream could be heard at about this time of the morning. More likely than not someone with more morals than sense will soon be relieved of their purse.
A loud knock comes from your door. When you arrive at the door you see an intoxicated elf in a silver and teal nobleman's outfit leaning on your door frame. His clothes are of Cyrian cut and his heavily scarred face seems oddly familiar.
He takes a moment to squint at you before launching himself at you and sweeping you into a hug. “Tobho my old friend, I’ve missed you soo much. What have you been upto these last 30 years? I brought you a bottle of wine and thought we could catch up.” He holds up a rather large and mostly empty green bottle. The label is black and features a picture of a bloody unicorn skull.
A woman’s shrill scream echoes off the crumbling heap of stones that make up the the Black Gate district. A disturbing sound, but made less so from the fact that for the past week that same scream could be heard at about this time of the morning. More likely than not someone with more morals than sense will soon be relieved of their purse.
A loud knock comes from your door. When you arrive at the door you see an intoxicated elf in a silver and teal nobleman's outfit leaning on your door frame. His clothes are of Cyrian cut and his heavily scarred face seems oddly familiar.
He takes a moment to squint at you before launching himself at you and sweeping you into a hug. “Tobho my old friend, I’ve missed you soo much. What have you been upto these last 30 years? I brought you a bottle of wine and thought we could catch up.” He holds up a rather large and mostly empty green bottle. The label is black and features a picture of a bloody unicorn skull.