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Daggerford

Pathros

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a part of Daggerford, by The Cynic.

A realm caught up in a thousand year war, with no end in sight...To view the history on Pathros, visit here, but do not post within the forum.

The Cynic holds sovereignty over Pathros, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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A thousand years ago, Pathros was a utopia built upon magic. The kingdoms were places of splendour and wonder. Cities thrived and prospered all throughout the realm; on land, in the skies, beneath the seas...even within the earth. The elven kingdoms of Eskandor once floated through the great azure. The cities were sliver gems embedded within the clouds kept aloft by high magic. Legend says that the Dorian elves were once winged beings; immortal creatures of great beauty. The dwarven kingdom of Norgal flourished beneath the surface of the world in massive underground caverns. The six mortal kingdoms of Oneleth, Fyde, Arvandor, Cohath, Farelle, and Gwenyth, lived on land in relative harmony. Magic was apart of daily life in Pathros; nothing was done without it.

Civilization, cities and homes were all built by the arcane. All of the world was wealthy and opulent - poverty and strife did not exist...until The Crumble. Scholars still, to this day, do not know what happened. Legends and stories say why and how, but there is no truth to them. The Crumble was a time of great upheaval and entropy, when magic withered and vanished from Pathros, destroying the existence of many. Eskandor moldered and fell from the sky, crushing thousands of towns below, decimating the south-eastern hemisphere. Norgal's caverns and tunnels collapsed, shattering a part of the earth in the west. Few dwarves managed to survive the cataclysm. The human kingdoms managed to pull through the calamity, but just barely.

All at once, Pathros was destroyed. Few elves and dwarves survived; those that did had to rebuild from rubble of their empires. The human civilizations grew wild and fearful, forced to live like 'barbarians' without the use of their former powers. Resources were few and the world was weak...thus war began. The rebuilding kingdoms Eskandor and Norgal pleaded for the aid of the humans, yet they all refused. Pathros became a savage and broken world, and though a thousand years of passed and much of it has been rebuilt, war still constantly plagues the realm.
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Pathros

A realm caught up in a thousand year war, with no end in sight...To view the history on Pathros, visit here, but do not post within the forum.

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Pathros is a part of Daggerford.

2 Places in Pathros:

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Lunora Tre'vani [2] The Madame of the Ruby Quarter; owner of the Carmine Maid
Annon [2] Annon a bard from across the eastern seas he has come to daggerford in an attempt to sell the "divine" opium onto the populace in an attempt to make a quick fortune. Nothing is sweeter than sin and the easiest money stems from addiction
Sirus Niordan [1] The youngest brother, but by no means inexperienced.
Ceres Landros [1] A elven bard who prefers the lute over the squabbling of men. Loyal to Sethur's Hand
Abel Beth-dagon [1] The top assassin in The Achaz; Rakkath's blood hound and one of the most deadly killers in Daggerford...
Saren Gallant [0] A intelligent rogue who prefers ladies to combat but doesn't mind getting his hands dirty.
Nogond Vazaan [0] "The heretics will burn!"
Serpentine [0] A beautiful, but very powerful alchemist, head of the Eylmas order, an elite guild of craftsmen...

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. . . | Madame Luna| . . .


"Fucking move bitch! " A man howled, pushing his shoulder past Lunora's and running forward, away from the group of common folk surrounding a tree in the Bazaar. Normally she would have taken the knife under her skirts and held it against the whelps throat, asking for him to repeat the words his cracked chapped lips had uttered, but with the fray the market was in; she let the fool pass. It was unusual to see people closing down a few of their stalls and packing their things early to go home so early in the day, but they were. Men, women, and even children were all frantically moving about, trying to distance themselves from three individuals who appeared to be speaking around a large oak tree.

The Madame was a curious creature, and curious creature often did things sane ones did not.

Exactly the reason she moved forward, walking towards where the three were conversing amongst themselves. Her tiny feet made little to no noise as she ambled over to where the men were. Her eyes darted between the white haired man and the black haired, a contrast between them greater than even she knew. "White and black...how apropos " She blurted out, making her presence known whether the three cared or not. Within seconds however, she heard a "squishing" sound as her foot lifted in order to turn herself around.A thick crimson liquid coated the bottom of her foot and all around her. She followed the stream of blood to the body of an urchin boy, laying with his head to the side and eyes wide open by the bottom of the oak tree.

"Such a waste...." Lunora whispered, bending down to close the lads eyes with her slim fingers. His skin was coated with dirt, fingernails practically chewed off, and his hair looked as if it hadn't had a proper washing in months. It was sad, but there was never any time to mourn in Daggerford. She picked herself up and dusted off her skirts, eyeballing the small droplets of blood that had found their way onto her clothes. The servants would have a hell of a time getting the stains out of her clothes before the evening came.

Turning to the three, she casually placed a hand on her hip and took a good hard look at each of them. The Pirate Lord was the easiest to spot, with his long white hair that practically begged for a good brushing and braiding. Her palms tingled at the thought, and a grin began to spread. The Blood Hound was also another easy individual to spot. He too had long hair, but it was jet black, just like the so called heart he possessed. If he had on at all that is. It was the last individual she had trouble placing. Cloaked and hooded, it was difficult to spot the persons face. Her eyes slowly moved up and down her body until she spotted the two lumps that squished against the individuals body. Breasts.

She finally caught a small piece of red hair peeking out from the hood, causing her to let out a hearty chuckle with relief.

"Ceres dear, how did you get caught up in this nonsense? Shouldn't you be at the Carmine by now?"
Her voice was filled with nothing but motherly affection. She was fond of the red-haired bard, and often paid for her services whenever the girl decided to play at the Maid. Mostly, she was surprised that a member of Sethur's Hand and the Achaz were around each other no one had pulled a weapon out yet.

Smiling gently still, she waited for an answer from the girl all the while keeping her eyes on her and the two men.

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Annon glances up from his instrument his lips were parched from a day in the heat and smoking on his pipe. The crowd under the tree was slowly growing as he looks up from under his head adjusting some of the ragged leather scraps that hung around his neck to the underside of his arm. Some of them were makeshift guitar straps others were busted articles of clothing that for some odd reason or another he had never disposed of. Giving a light cough as he takes the pipe from his mouth tapping it out on his sleeve “That’s enough of that for now I suppose” he says as slides his box over his shoulders standing up. He approaches the group of people under the tree his hand clutching his instrument as he holds it to his body. He was light in frame a tall thin person very lanky with his off color eyes. They were Yellow and gave him the appearance of a cat always looking around for something.

He kept a safe few foot distance from the talking group, they were all dressed so differently, especially the apparent pirate. He smiles a little looking over at the newest person to walk up. “Pardon me, but you wouldn’t happen to know anywhere in town someone could purchase a drink and a bed for the night?” He asks looking at Lunora. His hands returned to plucking at his guitar as he notices a bottle of a greenish liquor the pirates were holding. “Now if that isn’t a rare beverage to find, perhaps something a little like that” he says smirking. “After a day of travel and work I could use something exotic and bad for me” he says with a light chuckle at the end of his sentence.

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Sirus Niordan


"No! I would've sworn that it would work that time," said Sirus out loud. He dumped out the vial he was holding and put his palm to his forehead, frustrated. Working for three days straight was a normal thing for him, but nonetheless the failure angered him. He grabbed another one of the thousands of vials that he had on the shelf, flipped through the book he had laid out, and simply said, "Ahh haaa," as he found a possible fix. He was working on another one of his experiments. Lately it was all he wanted to do. Ever since he began researching chemistry he had been obsessed with mixing ingredients and seeing what kind of havoc they create. His last experiment, creating a potion that could, well, mess with the senses, was quite a success. However, targeting a specific sense, such as hearing or seeing, was a bit trickier. It wasn't that he lacked skilled, it was more that the chemicals he used for his experiments were either extremely rare or highly illegal. When he heard of Daggerford, all that he kept thinking was how much more available the rare stuff would become, and if its more available, then its also for cheaper. And of course, his brothers were in Daggerford. Sirus had originally planned to go with his brothers, but when he's on the verge of discovery everything else takes a backseat.

Arriving at Daggerford was like a breath of fresh air. For years the only thing he did on a daily basis was hide out in his "lab", which was really just a large basement. Back home he felt like a villain just for doing experiments that he considered to be on the forefront of scientific discovery, or at least that's how he rationalized it. He knew Daggerford was different, and that finding and buying alchemy equipment would be easy. As always, he decided to put priority on alchemy rather than finding his brothers, not that he wouldn't do anything for his brothers, but Sirus has a sweet tooth for experimentation. His brothers never took any interest in his experiments anyway, except for when they needed something from him.

Sirus headed straight for the Bazaar. Despite his hunger for new vials and tools, he stopped to look at nearly every stall. There was everything you could ask for, and Sirus found it smart to check out every possible stall because sometimes the materials he needs come from the most unexpected places. Stalls that especially interested him were the drug stalls. Its surprising how well drugs can contribute to the more unique potions, but it makes sense, the more dangerous the drug, the more volatile the mixture. One of the stalls that caught his attention was from a man selling an opium, what he called "the divine." He heard the man saying, “Come one come all it calls to you, The divine the pleasant the epitome to, It will fix your troubles in just one use, Its perfection, sedation, and it’s all for you.” In his experience, the more charismatic sellers seemed to be selling the more effective drugs. He watched for awhile to observe the effects of the drug on the people that were receiving free samples. He approached the singing man, who was currently talking to another person, and bent down close to the stall to inspect the drug for its potency. Satisfied, he waited for the seller to approach him.

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Annon blinks a little turning from the group under the tree to his potential customer! Quickly repacking his pipe from the personal stash he kept in his pocket he turned to man and smirked. “Well hello there my friend, do you like what you see?” he asks using a match and a small personal tinderbox to relight his pipe. “I have various grades the darker the cake the more potent it is” He says nodding. “Would you like a sample?” he asks breaking off a small piece of one of the lighter ones packing one of the many reed pipes he kept tucked away in his box for first time customers. “It’s free and I assure you, the effects are quite pleasant” he says as he takes a drag off his own pipe the perfumed smoke wafts past Sirus’s nose.

The bard smiles, it was kind but it still had the look of a salesman inside it. His fingers began to once more drift across his strings, typical stoner one could suppose high and playing music. It was strange tough from the customers you had seen him give free samples to the effects that it gave to him were far different. Half the people that had partaken had hardly made it a hundred free without falling or having to sit down! “In my country we call it the divine for a reason, after all in my opinion its perfect” he says with a light chuckle smoke looming around him as he gave the light laugh.