Aldegar City, a city of commerce. This home to many was ruled by one king, King Edward Aldegar XII. Him and his three sons, Alistar, Jonathan and Samuel, were not known to be progressive leaders. Edward's policy has always been in favor of the Human race. Those who's blood is different would not receive a warm welcome, or in some cases wouldn't even be tolerated at all.
Like most cities of this size, Aldegar City was split up in multiple parts. The Merchant's District was the most visited part, where the streets are filled with market stalls selling produce the local farmers harvested recently this summer. Besides that there were stores selling all sorts of goods; weapons, armor, food, trinkets, flowers, fruit, whatever you needed was found here. The amount of people in this district was staggering, and most of these were not even citizens of Aldegar, but rather travelers who stopped by in order to visit this grand place and restock.
Next district was known as the Royal Quarters. Highborn and nobles had their homes here. Rich merchants found themselves living here as well. Of all the districts this one was guarded the most thanks to the high stone wall that separated this place from the rest of the city. The royal palace was here as well, and could be seen from anywhere in the vicinity. It was huge building with many towers and golden statues of knights and hooded men, having an owl's face instead of their own. Their identities have been lost to time and instead have become symbols of wisdom and good fortune.
The final district was known as the Commoners' Row. Here the common louts found themselves, as well as those who weren't of the human race yet still lived here. This district was much less clean and had a foul odor about it. Strangely enough, the main gate was in this district, which forced any man or woman of wealth to pass through this ill reputed area, a happenstance that was protested against many a time. Those who seemed like they had anything of significant value would cross the gate with personal guards, as this place was known for its many thieves. Whether this was fact or propaganda is unknown. Of all the districts, Commoners' Row had the most taverns, and in one of those, Aearion found himself.
In a tavern known as the Shaggy Goat, this Merman found himself chugging down ale. The Bard hoped to play his craft here, but found the majority of people to be against the blue scaled man. Prejudice ran deep within this place, but even despite that, Aearion wouldn't be a bard if he didn't had a silver tongue. From time to time he could persuade the guards to allow him access to the Merchant's quarter and enjoy its many shops. Today he was not as lucky, though. The Merman didn't allow this to ruin his day, however. The bartender, a Half-Orc known as Carlos Blacktooth was, despite his Orcish heritage, a very friendly and jovial man. He enjoyed having a bard around, and in turn Aearion enjoyed the man's company, as well as his ale. The Merman had plans of leaving soon, however. Despite the bartender's friendly demeanor, he still felt out of place. More so than usual. One more song, and then he'd be off.
All seemed peaceful for now, but none of the people here could know this was about to change very quickly.
Like most cities of this size, Aldegar City was split up in multiple parts. The Merchant's District was the most visited part, where the streets are filled with market stalls selling produce the local farmers harvested recently this summer. Besides that there were stores selling all sorts of goods; weapons, armor, food, trinkets, flowers, fruit, whatever you needed was found here. The amount of people in this district was staggering, and most of these were not even citizens of Aldegar, but rather travelers who stopped by in order to visit this grand place and restock.
Next district was known as the Royal Quarters. Highborn and nobles had their homes here. Rich merchants found themselves living here as well. Of all the districts this one was guarded the most thanks to the high stone wall that separated this place from the rest of the city. The royal palace was here as well, and could be seen from anywhere in the vicinity. It was huge building with many towers and golden statues of knights and hooded men, having an owl's face instead of their own. Their identities have been lost to time and instead have become symbols of wisdom and good fortune.
The final district was known as the Commoners' Row. Here the common louts found themselves, as well as those who weren't of the human race yet still lived here. This district was much less clean and had a foul odor about it. Strangely enough, the main gate was in this district, which forced any man or woman of wealth to pass through this ill reputed area, a happenstance that was protested against many a time. Those who seemed like they had anything of significant value would cross the gate with personal guards, as this place was known for its many thieves. Whether this was fact or propaganda is unknown. Of all the districts, Commoners' Row had the most taverns, and in one of those, Aearion found himself.
In a tavern known as the Shaggy Goat, this Merman found himself chugging down ale. The Bard hoped to play his craft here, but found the majority of people to be against the blue scaled man. Prejudice ran deep within this place, but even despite that, Aearion wouldn't be a bard if he didn't had a silver tongue. From time to time he could persuade the guards to allow him access to the Merchant's quarter and enjoy its many shops. Today he was not as lucky, though. The Merman didn't allow this to ruin his day, however. The bartender, a Half-Orc known as Carlos Blacktooth was, despite his Orcish heritage, a very friendly and jovial man. He enjoyed having a bard around, and in turn Aearion enjoyed the man's company, as well as his ale. The Merman had plans of leaving soon, however. Despite the bartender's friendly demeanor, he still felt out of place. More so than usual. One more song, and then he'd be off.
All seemed peaceful for now, but none of the people here could know this was about to change very quickly.
A massive wall of a man sat in the corner of the tavern, his wild and barbaric look drawing a multitude of looks. Though he looked human, the trained eye could detect oddities here and there. He currently had his focus on the bard, the mermans infectious song improving his attitude greatly. He grimaced slightly as the protests of another nobleman echoed through the door, making him remember why he was in such a foul mood in the first place. One of the selfish prats had gone back on a bodyguard deal. He snorted slightly before he grinned darkly, his teeth far sharper than normal. "Hopefully the damn cur gets what's coming to him.
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