Setting
The metropolis made of coral and rock is inhabited by all kinds of people of all the races.. Fishing, racing, and pirating are amongst the most popular activities. The underwater part is home to marine races like Aquelins and Merrowfolk.
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Greatreef City is a part of 
Greatreef Island.
10 Characters Here
Araluen [212] A young triton with a fiery personality
Torne Ruska [196] Look! I can turn into a shark!
Beibhinn [109] A young female harpy who is a racer in her ample free time.
Ictus [58] A young male Water Elf
Achstrom Wavebreaker [57] a Water Elf Pirate
Lucifer Fortuna [57] A pirate who owns no vessel, isn't quite sure of his own sanity, and whos wit is as deadly as his aim.
Marinia Loaki [47] Half-Water Elf Bard, working as a freelance agent.
Veris [24]
Gialous [5] An old merrowfolk, wise but worn.
Millena [4] The shy girl.
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Ictus watched the councilor start to walk away. "I don't think it's wise to walk away from the man known who has been killing all your friends and enemies." He says with a grin. The councilor would know that quite the handful of people in high places on both sides have been murdered by someone known as The painter. "You can call me The Painter."
Torne Ruska stretched, his balled up hands hitting the bed's headboard. He opened his eyes slowly, the morning sun's rays hitting him in the face, warming it. He groaned, turning to face the opposite way, only to see Araluen sleeping on the other side of the bed. Of course, Torne was over the covers, to prevent any funny stuff from happening during their sleeps. The shark Aquelin sat up on the bed and rubbed his left eye, "I so don't feel like getting up today..."
Araluen woke up while Torne was rubbing his eyes. "I think we all feel like that." he slurred slightly. He hit his head back down on the pillow, sending blue hair flying everywhere. "I think we drank too much." he mumbled, remembering some of their small partying last night.
Torne Ruska rubbed his head, passing a hand through his own hair, "We probably did... well, you anyway..." He chuckled then lied back down onto the bed, looking up at the ceiling, "So... what do you want to do today?"
Araluen turned so that he was facing Torne. "Tell me...what is one thing you have wanted to do since you've gotten out of...prison?" he asked, wondering what all Torne had missed.
Torne Ruska shrugged, "I hadn't really missed anything... I missed my family and friends... but that's about it... When I got out, I realised how much I hated this world, how ugly it was on the inside..." He made a disgusted look, then his face returned to normal and he sighed, covering his eyes...
Araluen nodded sadly. "It's a shame that the world can't be what it was when we were little. But we just can't lie in bed moping all day can we?" he asked with a soft, cheerful tone.
Torne Ruska shrugged, grinning. He ruffled Araluen's hair, "Maybe you can't, but I've done that a few times, so..." He laughed then turned his gaze towards the window...
Araluen huffed and tried to fix his severe bed hair. "So, if you keep this up, you'll get fat." he said jokingly, grabbing his pillow as silently as he could before bringing it down over Torne's head.
Torne Ruska let out a muffled cry before ripping the pillow off his face. He glared playfully at Araluen, taking his pillow, "Oh, you'll get it now, buster." He slammed the pillow into the triton's face, not too hard as to hurt him though.
Araluen laughed and ran to the other side of the room throwing the pillow at Torne's face. He then ran to the door and opened it slowly. "Catch me if you can!" he said in a sing-song voice before dashing out the door.
Torne Ruska chuckled as his friend ran out of the room. He got off the bed, walked to the window and opened it... Looking outside, he saw the gutter. He slid down, then walked to the front entrance, opening the door and walking to the bottom of the staircase, waiting.
Araluen walked out the door and saw Torne standing there. "Oh my god!" he said, jumping about a mile in the air. "How the hell did you do that?" he asked, laughing his ass off. "I guess this means I lost this time."
Torne Ruska laughed, "Yes you did." He stretched again, feelinng slightly tired, "I'm bored... there must be something to do..."
Araluen shrugged. "They have good food. I say we get something to eat, and then we can figure it out from there." he said making his way down the street towards the tavern.
Torne Ruska crossed his arms and followed after Araluen. He had to at least try and get his mind away from the war at hand, some way or another... Eating and speaking with his friend sounding good enough.
Araluen sighed as he dipped his human feet into the cool water below. With this war going on, it was dangerous to switch back into his triton form. And although his legs felt like they were just one continuous twitch, he would rather deal with the twitching than be dead. The past couple days had been nothing but chaos and head aches. No new plans had been made since the disaster at the Council offices and more Councilmen had been murdered since that time. Araluen laid down, his arms behind his head and his feet still dangling in the water. The sun felt good on his skin.
Torne Ruska looked around the city with disdain. His gaze was mostly focused to certain parts, where civilian skirmishes had happened. These small brawls had often ended with multiple deaths and injuries, even destroyed property. Greatreef City might have been one of the most marveled cities of Lotis, but now, it was a quasi-battlefield, where the war was growing worse and worse... The giants had already exiled themselves back to their homeland of Titanwave Ocean, and it wouldn't be long before tritons, merrowfolk and other races would do the same. Torne growled and sat down angrily.
Araluen sat up, his back aching due to the rough ground. His mind was going a mile per second with thoughts zooming by faster than sound. Thoughts like, what would happen if they couldn't stop this? And would they even be able to? What if... Araluen shook his head. "Thinking depressing thoughts isn't helping the situation any." he said quietly to himself. He slowly inched his body into the water, the cool water relaxed his mind some. He then came back up to the surface and looked around. He heard a growl and looked up at Torne. "You ok?" he asked softly, pushing his soaked hair out of his eyes.
Torne Ruska looked back at Araluen. He couldn't get mad at his friend... He sighed, "Yeah, I'm alright. I'm just thinking that the Council is filled with dumbasses that don't know how to fix a problem." He put a hand on his eyes, "This war is far from over... and we're losing..."
Araluen nodded sadly, he moved his gaze away from Torne. "And we know not to trust my plans...we see where they end up. I just don't know what we're going to do anymore." he sighed again. "And it's no news to anybody that the Council is filled with dumbasses...but the Council is also filled with corruption...and personally, I think that this whole thing started from within the Council itself.
Torne Ruska sighed, "You think? Even if we elect someone else, it will still be corrupted... There must be some way to stop that war... I just don't know how... For now, I'm only thinking about my own survival."
"Sounds like the safest plan...." Araluen said softly. If they thought about safety, then it would mean going back home...and even though their own home towns were close, there would still be danger even there. He let out a sigh. "I guess this means we go back home then?" he asked Torne, almost unsure of himself.