Veris Dal'Acoro's Story

Sa'Faqir, a land of mountains and plains, forests and deserts, volcanoes and oceans. In the far corner of Sa'Faqir was a large swampland where very few ever tread. Among those who did was the town of Darnious, a town of the worshipers of the Duke of Darkness. And at the center of this town is a massive vault in which thousands of artifacts from deities of every stage were stored away from power hungry eyes.

Down the muddy hall, past the two cloaked figures, and through the vault door strode a man the blackest cloak of all those around him.

"Sir Veris, what have you brought to the vault today?" Asked the small cloaked figure with a face as white as ash. Veris then pulled out a small dagger.

"The Dagger of Assassins, straight from Algrags tomb." Said Veris as he pulled out a small glowing dagger, with to small ravines for what seemed to be poison.

"Good. I'll make a space for it." Said the vault keeper as he hurried to make space for the dagger.

Veris now stood in the town center. Darnious was not the largest city in the world, as the swamp could be very restricting on the surface. The majority of the town was walkways and houses built upon skis. Everything below the walkways was mud, and snakes and lizards, most of which were poisonous.

Now walking through the walkway, Veris spent his time looking around. While it was messy, this swamp was a perfect haven for worshipers of the Duke of Darkness. Light rarely got through the trees, making a necessity for most to set up dim torches, and other than that it was just a miserable place to be, which kept most other people out. No one seemed to want a house that could sink into the ground at any second, but those who lived in the swamp all knew just how to counter things like that.

Finally reaching the small hut that he had purchased some time ago, Veris pulled a key from a pocket that none could see. He slowly puts the key into the slot, but something begins to nag him. He could not tell what it was, but it was just something.

"Great. Light preacher." Veris said to himself. They came around every now and again, preachers of all sorts. Some sought to get artifacts from the vault to help prove their god, which has never happened before, or to try and spread their teachings. Most of the people of the swamp came to follow the Duke of Darkness so that they could get away. They put up with life in a swamp to get away from the rest of Sa'Faqir, and rarely did they give those who preached a single thought.

Most people of the swamps cared little about what anyone had to say, only about the volume. Some who passed Yvette may have even said "Darkness silence you." It is a common phrase in the swamps when one person is telling another to quiet down. However, Yvette seemed to only care about becoming louder.

Veris locked the door to his house and withdrew the key inside of his cloak. With an irritated gate, the shadowmancer approached the preacher. "Would you mind quieting down? We have come to the swamps to get away from the noise of the cities, and most here would like it to stay that way." Veris said with a significant amount of seriousness to his voice.

"I'm sorry it's just that I get frustrated easy in this town." Yvette grabbed her bag and then turned to Veris. "Would this village, happen to have an inn or tavern that I could stay in. I'm new to this area, I come from far up north."
Yvette smiled at Veris, as she calmly awaited an answer.