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Zenith Empire

Streets and Alleys

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a part of Zenith Empire, by Muunchkin.

Walkways made of stone, dotted with fragments of quartz, dash, criss-cross and run through the Kingdom of Zenith. Guards patrol here instead of being posted.

Muunchkin holds sovereignty over Streets and Alleys, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Setting

The streets are stone and sprinkled with Quartz to add a shimmer in the day and a sparkle in the night. Many things can happen in the streets that wouldn't happen anywhere else. At night, the walkways and alleys can be a dangerous place for a passing citizen. All Kigndoms come with their faults.
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Streets and Alleys

Walkways made of stone, dotted with fragments of quartz, dash, criss-cross and run through the Kingdom of Zenith. Guards patrol here instead of being posted.

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Streets and Alleys is a part of Medieval.

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Hakon Paleflame [38] An Artificer and Weaponsmith from a Draconian land of Volcanoes and Ash, On the run from something.
Azazel [25] Frostarian weaponsmith stationed at the Frostarian Embassy in Zenith.

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The crowd was hungry for more, their eyes greedy and their mouths eager to cheer and holler. As one, they all moved and watched Hakon show his Barrier. Excited murmurs rippled through them as he fired it up and they quietly shifted to let the Mages pass through. There were Ooo's and curious whispers as the shield gobbled up the magic. When he lizard ate a ball of fire he crowd gasped in unison. But when he walked of the detination, they all clapped and chattered.

When it came Azazel's time they quieted down again. Eagerly they watched, Ooo'ing when appropriate and clapping for the end. But for this particular item a few hands shot up, mostly from females. 'When can I buy one?!' 'Yes when??' 'I want one too' the crowd shifted and bobbed.

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Winielle watched the reptile show off his skill and craft. It was quite the show. She even found herself, Oooing, Aahing, smiling and applauding along with the others. When the being ate a fireball, explosions and all, she was genuinely impressed. Not that it took much for her. When he faded into his shop, her golden gaze followed him until he was out of sight.

As she stood and waited for the next show, her eyes slid over to the wall of the shed. Ooh. Oh my. Is he watching me? I thought only Ithilwen was that intrusive. Furrowing her brows she thought for a moment until she smiles and bounced on her toes. Taking a breath she closed her eyes for a just a moment before smiling lightly. There. I should be invisible to him now.

Hmph'ing with a fraction of satisfaction, she turned her attention to the tall and handsome male with an apron on. Her irises glimmered and along with a few other females in the crowd, there was a quiet but definite sigh. He must be one of those Frostarians.. She mused as he displayed his handy crossbow. It seemed very precise, but probably only to a seasoned weapons handler. She could tell he was one, he looked like the military type, or one who liked the sight of blood.

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Hakon quietly watches the girl as he slides the pair into a pocket, before raising a bow when she disappears. He closes his eyes for a moment, and breathes in, letting his link with his glasses work. He trains his sights on where she was before. If she was using some sort of magic to obscure herself, he would be able to see through it. However, if she was say, suppressing her aura, he'd simply have to get closer to her and focus more. Power of her magnitude seemed unlikely to be easily suppressed. He questions to himself, idly "Where did she go? Bah, doesn't matter." before quietly exiting the workshop.

But, rather than exit normally, the Southerner instead triggered his stealth drive, letting him exit without being physically seen by anybody who wasn't actively concentrating on spotting his high-caliber invisibility spell. Rather, they would just see the door swing a bit, and he would slip out and wait until Azazel was done with his demonstration. After all, it would probably be better for him to take all the attention, feminine or otherwise. Hakon had, after all, come to Zenith to escape one obsessed female. That, and the Frostarians as a whole seemed to possess some manner of animal magnetism that seemed to urge males and females of all manners to flock to them in droves.

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Azazel put his hands on his hips and let out a hearty chuckle at all of the questions and eager-looking customers. He almost forgot about the crossbow still being mounted and removed it quickly before accidentally shooting himself in the hip. The Frostarian quickly answered the crowd's questions. "You can buy one right now, actually! I have several in stock. But only a few." He began go over, in more intricate detail, just how they worked, explained how to use them properly as well as explain how easy they could be used. "It doesn't take a marksmen to use these, folks! Just point and pull and let the crossbow do the rest." He even showed them how to use it without needing to mount it on a gauntlet. No longer would the women of Zenithian walk the streets at night in fear of losing their belongings without a means to get them back and stop the thief in the process.

As he concluded with explaining the crossbow, not even noticing his compatriot's absence, he began to start on some of the other tools and weapons within their shack he and Hakon had just began mass producing.

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As he explained, the crowd murmured and spoke excitedly, the ones who wanted to buy the product eagerly pushing to the front of the mass. They watched and listened closely as he explained in more detail how to use the crossbow. And when he was done, she shuffled against the front of the stand, following him as he moved.

The stall was selling weapons, yes. But it was perfectly fine. There were few, but very important laws regulating weapons sales and ownership in Zenith but those who broke them were heavily penalized. It was rare to see a charge go unnoticed, even underground criminals became frantic when they assumed they were close to being found out.

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Hakon gives it a few more minutes, before finally dropping his stealth, revealing himself from a shimmering distortion of air. He steps out and stands astride Azazel, offering to assist him in his demonstrations. He jests "I was going to show them some fancy rings, but I suppose they appear to enjoy your weapons better." before taking a step back, awaiting instruction or, should Azazel decide that his time in the spotlight was over for now, he would step in and show off the items he had gone to retrieve.

Either option would certainly be more than enough entertainment for the people who came here to see. After all, the more they enjoyed the demonstration, the more likely they'd be to purchase what they were shown. The Southerner only hoped that they wouldn't garner the ire of the local law enforcement, provided he himself was unfamiliar with how weapons and enchanted items were regulated in this city.

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Winielle was enjoying the show, it was quiet interesting what two minds could create. But after a while, she became bored of the weapons and merchandise drawl. She was a magic user, so these hands on things weren't of great interest to her. But. She decided to stay for a bit longer, especially since the lizard just dropped his invisibility. It was pretty with the sparkles and all, and interesting along with amusing to see the crowd gasp and whisper excitedly. But it wasn't so fantastic for her, as she could sense him. She wished she could see him like Ithilwen would've, with her arcane eye, but Winielle could only feel the magic.

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When Hakon dropped his cloak, the crowd excitedly gasped, giving a gentle golf clap for his tricks. Their eyes were shimmering and interested, waiting for him to explain this one. The shift in attention gave a signal of who should be next to present.

As the sales pitches and show went on, people come and went, the crowd slowly dwindling as the sun traveled across the sky.

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Azazel quickly relented his showcase, opting to take a step back and allow the Salamander his turn. He wasn't much of a spokesperson. Not in his mind, at least. The Frostarian quickly receded to the back of their shop and began taking a quick inventory of some of their most used materials. Sun had reached its zenith over the kingdom and was quickly beginning its decent behind the horizon. The Northerner had observed this first when he had began his showcase. It'd be time to close and lock up, soon. I wonder if Hakon has a place to stay...

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Once Azazel had stood aside, Hakon had taken the forefront. The Southerner heartily explained the presence of his Emitter and that, should their venture accrue some success, he may just release the model to the public for their use. Though, before long he moved on to showing off the Rings of Binding. A small device that, when a drop of blood from a subject is placed into the gem-like center, the wearer will always be able to locate them. He further proves this by taking a pair of volunteers, placing a ring on one volunteer, and turning the other one invisible, and instructing the ring-wearing one to locate the invisible participant. Before long, he had displayed a few more of his small gadgets, a necklace that could make small items disappear, and other small-scale objects like that.

Of course, once his showcase was up, and the evening had set in, he would help with sales, retrieve necessary items, and overall aid in the process of closing down for the evening. Once this is all wrapped up, he sits down against the side of the building, relaxing and taking in the day's work. He didn't have a place to stay, and much of the day's profits would likely be going toward refreshing their supplies or perhaps the purchase of additional materials for new items.

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Before the sun fully set, when the sky was red with its rays, Winielle wiggled her way out of the crowd and civilians starting to head home. Holding onto her pouch of goodies, she takes a moment to look left and right, trying to remember the way back to the tower. Once she did remember, she began a nice stroll back to the location, eager to resume her studies. Perhaps she would purchase something to eat for her and her Mentor. She bounced at the thought, smiling to herself as she rounded a corner and vanished from view.

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After locking the padlock on the entrance to their "shack," Azazel came around the side with his robe strewn over his shoulder to find Hakon sitting against the wall. "You're a new arrival to Zenith if my memory serves," the Frostarian stated. "Come with me. We have bunks at the Embassy. I'll introduce you to some of my kin there."

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Although Zenith had the impression of perfection, that notion was far from the truth.

Like all metropolises, crime was abundant. Every kingdom, city, or city-state had an underground and Zenith was no different. Miscreant was more than an exceptional term to address and encompass most criminals ranging from petty thief or pickpocket to the typical Friday night drunkard who happened to get into a bar fight that eve. However, this did not erase the existence of criminal organizations in Zenith's underground. In fact, the petty crime that ran rampant (yet was never really a large issue, the Zenithian guardsmen, though appearing extremely militarized, handle thousands of such cases a day with utmost ease) only added to the perceived serenity of Zenith.

That was a lie. Zenith was serene. It wasn't some police state or city at war with itself. I paint the Kingdom of the Sun in such dreary light.

The criminal organizations, such as the Boff Syndicate, was one of three powerful underground organizations that operated with utmost discretion. As previously stated, the Zenithian guardsmen were rather militarized for seemingly domesticate police. It was the fact that they were so militarized that frightened the criminals of Zenith's underground. Were any major operations to be discovered, the guardsmen of Zenith would be upon them in an instant. When the smoke would settle, Boff and any other criminal would be prostrate before King Zeus before being thrown into the dungeon.

I digress.

The magi and demonness Winnielle Castus was known within the royal courts as an aid to the archmage of Zenith Ithilwen. To those in the street she was simply a pretty face with no other identity. Pretty faces such as these typically drew the twisted interest of those who inhabited the streets late at night.

"Hey there, beautiful," came a voice from the darkness. Two figures were procured from a nearby alleyway. One was hunched and crocodilian in appearance. The other held a more humanoid figure with purple skin and blue hair. Feet could be heard on the pavement behind the mage, clearly communicating that she was surrounded.

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Winielle was enjoying the midnight stroll back to Ithilwen's tower. There was a gentle bounce in her step and her raven black hair bounced around her waist and curled about her horns. Her mind was still pondering what she should put together to eat when she got back when she heard the sly voice behind her, emanating from the shadows along with a great many footsteps.

The pale female jumped a little, her skin crawling at the sound of the voice. Pausing her walk, she turns to look at the voice, her golden eyes shining. "Uh.. Good evening.." she said softly, a tickle feeling traveling up her back as she looked around, sensing more eyes were on her.

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Hakon quietly gets to his feet, dusting off his clothes with relatively little real effort. He nods his scaled head, as he sorts out his bag, he asks Azazel "True, I'm new in town. But, honestly. Will your kin really be okay with me in one of their bunks? I mean, I wouldn't really want to impose, or ask you to put some pressure on others simply so I have a place to stay." He was trying to be nice. He wasn't exactly the best at it, but his attempts seemed genuine, at least, if a little poorly thought-out.

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"Nonsense!" the Frostarian chuckled, clapping the Salamander on the shoulder. "We have plenty of extra space and you can even room with me if need be, but I doubt that'd be the case. I know that my kind in the past have had a, uhh... superiority complex," he said a bit sheepishly. "But those that are stationed at the Embassy are rather open-minded. You kind of have to be in order to work at the Embassy." Come to think of it, it made sense. Azazel hadn't really thought about it too much. They were all craftsmen of a trade, bit it practical or political. "Besiiiiiides," the Northerner continued with gusto. "We've been here for a few years now. They're all used to be around the inhabitants of Zenith, and if you're a friend of mine then you're a friend of there's come on, Hakon." Azazel made a "follow me" gesture and began walking towards the street.

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"What's a pretty thing like you doing out at a time like thisss?" came a voice as rough as sandpaper. There was almost a gurgle to it as well. If the extension of the "s" sound wasn't clue enough, it was likely the crocodilian fellow who spoke this time. "Didn't you know it can be dangerousss at thisss time of night?"

Aside from the purple guy, two green goblins stood behind the echantress with an even larger orc looming behind them, his skin patchy and a massive overbite protruding from his face to further accentuate two large tusks.

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Winielle's skin crawled whenever the being drew out his s's. Quietly and subtly licking her lips she finally landed a count on how many of these beasts were surrounding her. Gently, she rubbed her hands together before lacing the fingers. "I would ask you the same thing but.. You're not that pretty.." she smiled sheepishly, her eyes taking in his interesting specie.

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Hakon listens to Azazel for a time, nodding as he explains their little 'complex'. Though, he could simply cope with men who had a superiority complex. Of course, the only reason he could do so is because he'd done so for years before he left. He nodded once Azazel had finished, and started to follow him "Fair enough. I've dealt with men with a superiority complex my whole life. It gets easier to do if you just don't talk much to them much." he states, adding on "Though, I suppose I could actually build some rapport with these men if I just follow your ways and simply be friendly. I should probably look into acquiring residence in the city some time soon."

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The reptile's nostrils flared when he snorted and crossed his scaly arms while the goblins got a little closer.

"Enough games," hissed the purple-skinned one, clearly impatient. "Give us what you have on you and nothing bad will happen."

Orc behind her rose an eyebrow. The purple guy wasn't necessarily a man of his word and besides, even if she did comply, how could she possibly defend herself against the strength of the five thieves?

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"Well..." Azazel said as they turned onto a main street and began the short walk down to the Embassy. "Superiority complex wasn't necessarily the right words to use. A lot of Frostarians are... Well, more or less racist, I guess you could say." He scratched the back of his head and smiled sheepishly. "When you're easily one of the tallest people around with a nasty reputation in battle you tend to let it get to your head I suppose."

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Hakon shrugs at the mention of racism "If they give me trouble, I'm probably strong enough to deal with it." He says, observing his surroundings with his darkvision. The Southerner felt an overwhelming degree of relief that his predecessors had adapted to operating at all times of the day and night, as well as in cave systems "I'm sure they won't bother me. After all, I'm on-par with your height, and if any of them watched the show, I'm sure they'll be impressed by my ability to quite literally devour a fireball without feeling a thing." he jests, smiling proudly about that little bit of theatrics.

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Winielle sighed and made a face. She knew every great city had its ups and downs but shehad been hoping to enjoy Zenith's ups for a lot longer. Clearing her throat, he places a hand on her chest, mewing quietly. "But.. but.. I just bought these stuff.. My master is expecting it.." she says quietly, her iridescent eyes glancing over to the shadows that were creeping closer to her.

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The purple guy sighed in disgusted impatience. "Look, lady. Just give us your shit and we'll be on our way. Plain and simple." The orc behind her let out a low growl, arms rippled in muscle crossed over his chest. The others got a little restless.

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"Yeahhhh... Things should be fine."

The two easily made their way through whatever remained of the crowd. Both individuals would have easily cut a swathe through any large crowd given their size. Thankfully no such thing was necessary. As the sunlight waned into the darkness and the moon rose up in the night's sky the people of Zenith would eventually retreat to their homes. Although the number of city-goers dwindled, there was still a fair amount of people out and about. It was a metropolis after all.

The street began to open up into one of many squares that would contain political buildings. Frostaria wasn't the only nation-state to have a political relationship with the Kingdom of the Sun. A large square building, two stories in height, stood before with protected by wall and metal gate occupied by guards.

"Here we are."