Setting
East Lanterna WayEast Lanterna Way leads from Verinotte Square to the Eastern Gates, passing dual floored houses and businesses alike. To the south is the Mint and Sage, rustic Bed and Breakfast suitable for travelers of any degree. The location is owned and operated by a resident of Verinotte Hollow, and promises the best hospitality on this side of Terra. Food for the guests is said to be above par.
Men, monsters, and dogs of all species cycle in and out from the north, bearing goods they bought at The Piata. Many boasted of treasure acquired at the Stones of Isis, a shop notorious for having items previously construed as unable to be found. This street is always lit by enchanted lanterns, in fact these lanterns are it's namesake. Due to the lanterns, and the Tower Alba peeking over the buildings to the east, crime on this side of the city is low. Forces Vankoryth can be found posted on every corner, as security more than a military presence.
An evening walking down East Lanterna Way is a walk down a way alive with life. When the shopping is over, the crowd from the Piata bustles into the lit street, music pouring from the houses and the Tavern at the square. It is at this time the cobble stones truly glisten with the footsteps of the people, the diverse crowd a melting pot of darkness. Many enjoy fine crafted cigars, others stroll from one end of town to the other. Either way, East Lanterna Way is somewhere to discuss the new wine from Therrier-Paix at Tauvyr Tavern, or perhaps the rumors of the Mayor secretly not existing at all. A town without a mayor?
In the early hours of the afternoon, you will find the occasional drunkard ambling from Tauvyr Tavern to the Mint and Sage. The Forces Vankoryth patrolling the streets normally don't bother non-rabble-rousers.
Every now and then, the roaring of a motorcycle could be heard pulling into the parking alley of the Gae Ceann Clubhouse. The leather-clad gang members are a frequent sight around East Lanterna Way.
East Lanterna Way
The main road of economy and tourism of Verinotte, East Lanterna Way lead from Verinotte Square to the Eastern Gates. To the south is the Mint and Sage. The street is always lit by enchanted lanterns, and many an evening this street is alive with life.
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East Lanterna Way is a part of 
Verinotte Hollow.
4 Places in East Lanterna Way:
10 Characters Here
Leela Carroll [46] Isn't this a curious little thing?
Inside Epilogue Books [28] This is the shop floor of Philius Wolfinson's book shop.
Eliza Carroll [21] Daughter of Garrett Carroll, but unlike him in most ways except for her eccentric nature.
Adriaan Kavaki [9]
The Sweep [8] A loose anomaly that has proved difficult to contain.
Weratte 'Ironclad' Ngeli [5] The current Continuum Vivaz'q'w'xi, she rules with an iron fist when not being outlandish. She is rightly feared by those who know her well, for she shows when she's displeased.
Rebekka Seibicke [5] Werat'te's chosen Vivaz'q'w'pi, she takes everything seriously, and treats all orders from Werat'te as if her life depended on her success. One of few Humans to serve the Continuum, she will assume the mantle of Vivaz'q'w'xi when Werat'te moves on.
Continuum NPCs [5] Other less important Continuum individuals.
qwole [1] not much is know about him for he stays indoors mostly the only things know are hes 32 years old and he likes to grow plants
Damal Boro [1] Damal is a different kind of breeder, he was never used to rough-housing like his 4 brothers, but he was never as girly as his 4 sisters. He was the middle child, in all aspects of the concept
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Nora opened the door and let herself in, a chilly wind following. She was dressed as she had been earlier that day, but her hair was let loose around her shoulders. At Phil's inquiry, the woman jolted forward suddenly, involuntarily, in a singular laugh. Almost within the same motion, her hand came up to cover her mouth.
Garrett frowned. "Now you ain't gotta be so nasty about it, Nora. It ain't far from the truth, after all!" His voice had a distinct southern lilt.
Nora tapped him on the shoulder chidingly for his statement, but kept her attention on the bookstore owner. "No! No, no, no!" Her cheeks colored with the humor of it. "This is Garrett Carroll, my brother-in-law. My husband couldn't make it. Garrett volunteered to escort me here after hearing about what happened this morning."
The man stepped forward and held a hand out toward Phil. "Hello, Mister Wolfinson. Awfully pleased t'meetcha. Thanks for keepin' the girls safe."
Garrett frowned. "Now you ain't gotta be so nasty about it, Nora. It ain't far from the truth, after all!" His voice had a distinct southern lilt.
Nora tapped him on the shoulder chidingly for his statement, but kept her attention on the bookstore owner. "No! No, no, no!" Her cheeks colored with the humor of it. "This is Garrett Carroll, my brother-in-law. My husband couldn't make it. Garrett volunteered to escort me here after hearing about what happened this morning."
The man stepped forward and held a hand out toward Phil. "Hello, Mister Wolfinson. Awfully pleased t'meetcha. Thanks for keepin' the girls safe."
Phil's demeanor toward the man brightened instantly and he grasped the proffered hand with good cheer. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Carroll, and what gentleman could have done otherwise in those trying circumstances? I know there isn't much stock to browse just now, so I apologize in advance. Please, won't the both of you have a seat?"
He pulled out a seat for Nora, waiting for her to accept it before moving to his own. There was another chair next to it for Garrett.
He pulled out a seat for Nora, waiting for her to accept it before moving to his own. There was another chair next to it for Garrett.
"Don't worry about the fullness of your shelves, sir. I'm much more of a "shoodit!" kinda person than I am a reader." He gifted the man with one of his broadest grins.
Both he and Nora took seats and gave their attention to Mister Wolfinson. "Well, I am expecting some ab-so-lutely stunning festivities this evening seeing as Nora, bless her soul-" He reached over to pat her knee, "-couldn't keep her yap closed about this little store and the man she found in it."
Nora's fan came to bat Garrett's shoulder again. "Oh, don't listen to him. Any sentence from a woman seems to last a good hour to him, though...I did speak a bit fondly of this place."
Both he and Nora took seats and gave their attention to Mister Wolfinson. "Well, I am expecting some ab-so-lutely stunning festivities this evening seeing as Nora, bless her soul-" He reached over to pat her knee, "-couldn't keep her yap closed about this little store and the man she found in it."
Nora's fan came to bat Garrett's shoulder again. "Oh, don't listen to him. Any sentence from a woman seems to last a good hour to him, though...I did speak a bit fondly of this place."
Phil spread his arms, at a bit of a loss. "Aside from my company, a glass of scotch whiskey, and an old tome or two from my private collection, I'm afraid there's very little I can offer, just now. Although... I HAVE unpacked to hotplate. I could offer you some tea or coffee and perhaps a few digestives. Unless... Did you come for a Latin lesson, Missus Carroll? That would occupy us most thoroughly."
He did his best to suppress his admiring gazes at Nora in the presence of her brother-in-law, and was moderately successful.
He did his best to suppress his admiring gazes at Nora in the presence of her brother-in-law, and was moderately successful.
"He was joking, Mister Wolfinson," Nora pointed out. "Apologies. He tends to do that and not make it obvious."
"I wouldn't mind a little scotch, though! What're y'doin' holding back from uh, eh?" Garrett chuckled and planted his hands on his knees, leaned forward with a groan, and got up from his seat. "Where've you got the alcohol, boy?"
Nora looked at Phil apologetically, but let Garrett at his antics. "I wouldn't mind starting them today. At least you and I would be occupied, yes?"
"I wouldn't mind a little scotch, though! What're y'doin' holding back from uh, eh?" Garrett chuckled and planted his hands on his knees, leaned forward with a groan, and got up from his seat. "Where've you got the alcohol, boy?"
Nora looked at Phil apologetically, but let Garrett at his antics. "I wouldn't mind starting them today. At least you and I would be occupied, yes?"
"I'll get it, Mr. Garrett. No worries." Phil stood and headed toward the stairs to his living area. "Why don't I go get Mr. Garrett and myself some scotch, then you and I can begin a lesson. I'll need to get a sense of where your current level of proficiency is."
He ambled up the still-unfamiliar staircase (the steps in these old buildings tended to be tall and narrow due to space constraints), and shortly returned with two glasses sporting two fingers of scotch whiskey each. He put one down in front of Garrett, then took a generous sip of his. Despite the midday hour, Phil hadn't slept, and so felt justified indulging. A little tipple did tend to take the sting out of sleep deprivation. If consumed with sufficient leisure, it could even be done without putting oneself to sleep.
"So, Nora, is your knowledge mostly limited to vocabulary and common phrases, or do you have a grasp on some grammar?"
He ambled up the still-unfamiliar staircase (the steps in these old buildings tended to be tall and narrow due to space constraints), and shortly returned with two glasses sporting two fingers of scotch whiskey each. He put one down in front of Garrett, then took a generous sip of his. Despite the midday hour, Phil hadn't slept, and so felt justified indulging. A little tipple did tend to take the sting out of sleep deprivation. If consumed with sufficient leisure, it could even be done without putting oneself to sleep.
"So, Nora, is your knowledge mostly limited to vocabulary and common phrases, or do you have a grasp on some grammar?"
Garrett's demeanor lightened more, if that was possible, at the sight of the scotch. "Yer a good man, you are. The hosts of hosts-" He reached for his glass, holding it up to Phil briefly. "Cheers."
"I don't understand the grammar whatsoever. I stopped far before I got to that, ah...I can distinctly remember a good lot of vocabulary." She mused over it for a moment, fingers tapping on her lips.
Something, however... was absolutely demanding her attention. She could not believe she had not said or done anything about it beforehand. "Be...fore we get to that, actually, you look like you could use some help around here. You're just settling in, and so are we at the new house, but I'm sure you wouldn't mind a hand. We've got many servants who could come and help tidy things up."
"I don't understand the grammar whatsoever. I stopped far before I got to that, ah...I can distinctly remember a good lot of vocabulary." She mused over it for a moment, fingers tapping on her lips.
Something, however... was absolutely demanding her attention. She could not believe she had not said or done anything about it beforehand. "Be...fore we get to that, actually, you look like you could use some help around here. You're just settling in, and so are we at the new house, but I'm sure you wouldn't mind a hand. We've got many servants who could come and help tidy things up."
Down the road a lone black rolls royce was seen driving up the cobbled street.
Following the brief exchange between Cally and Hark, some phone calls had been made, and the lone black car, which was flanked in front, and behind by black tinted black sedans.
"I understand there's been some unsavory characters in this neighborhood." The older man said as the car crept to a stop in front of the Gae-Cann Clubhouse and the bookstore nearby.
The older man produced a single gold Aureus, before he handed it to David.
"Go in there and do what needs to be done."
Following the brief exchange between Cally and Hark, some phone calls had been made, and the lone black car, which was flanked in front, and behind by black tinted black sedans.
"I understand there's been some unsavory characters in this neighborhood." The older man said as the car crept to a stop in front of the Gae-Cann Clubhouse and the bookstore nearby.
The older man produced a single gold Aureus, before he handed it to David.
"Go in there and do what needs to be done."
He lifted his glass in a return gesture to Garrett, but his attention was almost immediately consumed by the enchanting Nora offering to loan him servants.
"I... that is... a very generous offer, madame. I don't know how I could possibly repay such a kindness as I am obviously of humbler means. If you insist, however, I couldn't possibly decline. A good portion of my stock should be coming in from the distributors tomorrow and the upstairs flat is still quite dusty."
Phil slumped back into his chair, flabbergasted.
"I... that is... a very generous offer, madame. I don't know how I could possibly repay such a kindness as I am obviously of humbler means. If you insist, however, I couldn't possibly decline. A good portion of my stock should be coming in from the distributors tomorrow and the upstairs flat is still quite dusty."
Phil slumped back into his chair, flabbergasted.
"Well, we have them to spare, and the house is nearly ready. After all, what could I do after your little heroic act? Leela and I might have been caught in that fire. I can...only imagine how terrible it would have been. I couldn't thank you enough, Mister Wolfenson." She said this genuinely, her expression becoming somber and drawn. "Helping you with the bookstore wouldn't even compete."
Garrett leaned back in his chair, having already finished his scotch. He looked into his glass, his expression distraught. He had not been listening at all. He had not noticed any tiny hints that Phil had put out about his infatuation, either.
"Hrm. What?" he piped, looking between them.
Garrett leaned back in his chair, having already finished his scotch. He looked into his glass, his expression distraught. He had not been listening at all. He had not noticed any tiny hints that Phil had put out about his infatuation, either.
"Hrm. What?" he piped, looking between them.
David wasn't a man of many words and his answer came with the click of the latch on the car door as he swung it open and stepped out onto the cobblestone streets. The unmarked vehicles wouldn't be easily linked to Cally's earlier presence in Verinotte Hollow, and David calmly straightened his coat and adjusted his brimmed-hat.
As he closed the car door and approached the club-house he checked the metallic apparatus on his hand - a seemingly harmless device that was worn similar to a glove with a red gem resting in the palm. He flexed his fingers to make sure it was fitted properly before he reached the doors.
His somewhat rough appearance, and the tattoos that snaked their way up his neck from beneath his coat likely left him blending well enough as to not be out of place in the biker club-house.
As he closed the car door and approached the club-house he checked the metallic apparatus on his hand - a seemingly harmless device that was worn similar to a glove with a red gem resting in the palm. He flexed his fingers to make sure it was fitted properly before he reached the doors.
His somewhat rough appearance, and the tattoos that snaked their way up his neck from beneath his coat likely left him blending well enough as to not be out of place in the biker club-house.
"Well, Nora. I..." Phil watched her eyes as she detailed the depth of her gratitude, then snapped out of his reverie and looked at Garrett with what he hoped was a comradely grin. "Just talking about servants. You know what? I think we need the rest of that bottle."
He rushed up the stairs and came back with a nearly full bottle of very nice single malt scotch, plunking it down and refilling both glasses. He left the bottle near Garrett in silent invitation, then picked up his drink, turning back to Nora. "Really, madame. What sort of animal would I have been to allow you to come to harm?"
He took a long pull from his glass, draining half, and relaxed somewhat, smiling contentedly.
He rushed up the stairs and came back with a nearly full bottle of very nice single malt scotch, plunking it down and refilling both glasses. He left the bottle near Garrett in silent invitation, then picked up his drink, turning back to Nora. "Really, madame. What sort of animal would I have been to allow you to come to harm?"
He took a long pull from his glass, draining half, and relaxed somewhat, smiling contentedly.
Hark leaned next to the door of the clubhouse, a smoke in one hand and his phone in the other. There was a revolver by his side and there was a faint white pulsing glow beneath his wifebeater. The bouncer wasn't exactly paying the best attention when he kicked open the door for them, the girl he was texting was far more important.
"You can bring your weapons in, but if you try anything, your weapons are staying." Hark announced loudly, almost casually. Hark looked up as he finished texting. "By the way, you want to move your vans, you'll get ticketed." Hark mused, sniffing and going back to his phone.
"You can bring your weapons in, but if you try anything, your weapons are staying." Hark announced loudly, almost casually. Hark looked up as he finished texting. "By the way, you want to move your vans, you'll get ticketed." Hark mused, sniffing and going back to his phone.
Jack watched them from above, smoking and writing down something in a journal as he relaxed on the roof. This was his favorite perch, with his back to the night sky. The werewolf took a sip of something clear from the bottle next to him and kept writing. Those outsiders smelled different from the rest, but they always did.
If they were coming for a drink, they wouldn't have taken three vehicles. Unless they were retarded.
"Fuckin' idiots." Jack breathed, staring.
If they were coming for a drink, they wouldn't have taken three vehicles. Unless they were retarded.
"Fuckin' idiots." Jack breathed, staring.
"Oh, Mister Wolfinson, he only wants to do what's best for his nerves," she laughed. "But you do flatter me so. I believe there will be enough time to, ah, butter me up at the dinner table. My appetite never leaves, so that won't be a problem whatsoever, I assure you."
Leela kept slinking behind them, always straying away from the lights of the lanterns when she was able, ducking into alleyways that she hoped did not contain any particularly villainous creatures by chance that night. The sweet bantering between the two made her sick, but she could not leave now. Not while her precious cousin was in danger!
Leela kept slinking behind them, always straying away from the lights of the lanterns when she was able, ducking into alleyways that she hoped did not contain any particularly villainous creatures by chance that night. The sweet bantering between the two made her sick, but she could not leave now. Not while her precious cousin was in danger!
[[Continued from Epilogue Books]]
Phil's voice took on an unmistakably serious tone. "Miss Eliza, I assure you that I am not flattering you, but speaking the truth as I see it. I don't waste my time with unexceptional people, and I certainly don't risk angering middle-aged foreign men with large rifles by taking them on secret dates. You, Miss Eliza, have every indication of being exceptional in the precise sort of way to compliment my own eccentricity. That, to me, is priceless and woefully rare."
They were in front of what appeared to be a small Italian bistro with a hand-painted wooden sign. Philius detached himself from her side to open the door for her.
Phil's voice took on an unmistakably serious tone. "Miss Eliza, I assure you that I am not flattering you, but speaking the truth as I see it. I don't waste my time with unexceptional people, and I certainly don't risk angering middle-aged foreign men with large rifles by taking them on secret dates. You, Miss Eliza, have every indication of being exceptional in the precise sort of way to compliment my own eccentricity. That, to me, is priceless and woefully rare."
They were in front of what appeared to be a small Italian bistro with a hand-painted wooden sign. Philius detached himself from her side to open the door for her.
A blush came to Eliza's cheeks. "Well, if you say that, Mister Wolfinson, then how do you expect me to ever be able to escape your charm? What a net you've woven." She continued walking into the bistro as he opened the door, and the warmth and savory smells from the kitchen wafted past her in a soft breeze. She moved to the side and waited for Phil to catch up.
Leela peered in through one of the large windows to the front, but just barely. She avoided the lights spilling out of it and kept quiet as a mouse.
Leela peered in through one of the large windows to the front, but just barely. She avoided the lights spilling out of it and kept quiet as a mouse.
He caught up to her quickly enough and placed his hand lightly on her shoulder. "You seem a very capable young woman, Miss Eliza. Should I ever give you cause to wish to escape my so-called charm net, I am sure you will find yourself quite capable of it. In the meantime, however, I see no reason why I shouldn't be as charming as comes naturally to me in the presence of so comely a specimen."
Once she was at his side again, they strode on past the short line of locals waiting to be seated. Phil shook hands with the host, whom he evidently knew by name, and they were immediately escorted to a table near a large stone hearth near the back wall. The entire place seemed rustic, decorated in warm burgundies, browns, and crimsons, all wood and fabric. It smelled of wood smoke and, more faintly, of garlic.
Once again, Phil detached himself from her side, this time to pull out her seat for her.
Once she was at his side again, they strode on past the short line of locals waiting to be seated. Phil shook hands with the host, whom he evidently knew by name, and they were immediately escorted to a table near a large stone hearth near the back wall. The entire place seemed rustic, decorated in warm burgundies, browns, and crimsons, all wood and fabric. It smelled of wood smoke and, more faintly, of garlic.
Once again, Phil detached himself from her side, this time to pull out her seat for her.
Eliza sat down at the chair and swooped up her skirts so that they would not bundle up beneath her. She crossed her legs underneath the table and waited for Phil to take his own seat. "Mister Wolfinson I do believe we are focusing on myself a bit too much, as much as I do love the subject," She gave him a smile, "I would like to know more about yourself!" She looked about the bistro- oh, what a wonderful little bistro it was. She hadn't eaten at a proper restaurant in nearly two months! - but her eyes, of course, came right back to Phil.
Leela scoffed. "What a lecher! Fiend. That just finishes things. I must find a way to get rid of this wolf or expose him if it kills me!"
Leela scoffed. "What a lecher! Fiend. That just finishes things. I must find a way to get rid of this wolf or expose him if it kills me!"
Taking his seat, Phil placed his napkin in his lap and adjusted his collar. "I'm not certain what it is you want to know. In point of fact, you already know a great deal more about me than I do about you. You know my background somewhat. You know that I own a book shop. You know that I have at least a modicum of arcane ability. Perhaps if you told me a bit more about yourself, then told me what it is you'd like to know about me."
"Ah, well, I suppose I do know a bit, so I'll throw you a bone, I suppose," she began, doing the same as Phil and placing the napkin in her lap. "As you know, like the rest of my family, I am from Pramia. I worked as a navigator for numerous skyships sailing from Abingdol Falls. I couldn't sit at home for very long. I'm quite restless." As they were given menus, she scrolled down the entrees with a single finger. "Hmm. I hardly recognize anything here..."
Mr. Wolfinson perked up as he listened. "Fascinating! Were you self-taught, or did you study at The Academy of Cartography and Buoyant Craft?" One of the waitresses came over with a double scotch, neat, and placed it in front of him with a friendly smile. Phil gave her a friendly nod, then pointed to something on the wine menu. The young lady scurried off.
"I've been in a few times, so I already know what I'll be getting. I can help you order if you tell me what sort of food you normally eat."
"I've been in a few times, so I already know what I'll be getting. I can help you order if you tell me what sort of food you normally eat."
"Notably self-taught. They couldn't get me to sit still in a classroom, as hard as they tried." Eliza had to smile. She'd been as bas as Leela, once upon a time. No one would believe that one, though. She eyed the scotch and pondered, fingers drumming on her menu.
"... anything heavy. Especially something heavy," she commented, skimming over the menu. "And saucy."
"... anything heavy. Especially something heavy," she commented, skimming over the menu. "And saucy."
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