Archmage_Cataris
Settling in Altera
A crowd gathered.
'Sir, patrol found 'im this mornin', ain't naw-one saw who dun it' Dermon told the Captain. He shuffled his feet nervously, gripping tightly onto the spear as he watched his superior, a bead of sweat trailing down his forehead. Captain Ekurzakir raised his eyes from the cold, broken corpse to the guard 'Someone is taking out the old pieces' he kicked his foot against the body and continued 'This is Patrick Starwaltz, kingpin of a brawler gang that ruled the lower districts some years ago. Had a rivalry with the Sagacious Man before he upped and left'.
'Sar-gash-us... wot?'
'Never you mind, get back to patrol. Have the dockworkers rid of the body' he spat in annoyance, turning to the crowd he raised his hands 'Now, now, nothing to see here! Poor sod fell from the roof! Get back to work!'
Horatio stood beside his sister, Harriet. A set of lithe twins. Harriet and Horatio were of equal height, yet Harriet had long red hair, where-as Horatio had his fathers dark black. They both were skinny, but there was no doubt about their agility and flexibility. Horatio wore clothing identical to his fathers; caramel-brown vest with a white long-sleeve undershirt, a red bandanna tied around his neck, blue trousers with thick black boots. While Horatio was the spitting image of his father, Harriet was nothing like her mother. Unlike Lily, Harriet was as equally short as Horatio and their father, Lysle. Rather than dresses, she wore tight leather but that from her joints, for which she wore black cloth. They were without a doubt, thieves.
As the crowd dispersed, he set a gentle hand against her lower back and whispered in her ear 'Send word back home, stay there until I send further notice'. She nodded and parted ways, heading towards the docks for a small galleon titled 'Queen Dawns Revenge'. He moved to take a seat by the water, crossing his legs he watched onward. Two men looking to be in their fifties slowly dragged the body away, out of sight.
The night before had been a long night indeed, the Red Raven had chased this man down, and with the help of the Upright Man, they together tortured the poor soul. His cries were unheard, and in the end, they tossed him from the roofs. No one would know what they were searching for, but them. There was a knot in his stomach, he had found out some information that may prove distasteful for him. It seemed his father ran a ring here, and earned quite the amount of enemies. Not only this, his father was well known in a royal court, some years past before disappearing, around the same time the mysterious Sagacious Man had. Horatio was nigh identical in appearance to his father, except he still had both eyes. Now, a man that could pass off as a younger Lysle wandered the city, and with it the name The Upright Man. Someone may connect the dots, in time.
He sat there for nearly three hours, not speaking a word to anyone. He watched and waited, his eyes wandering over seagulls that flew overhead, or an argument between husband and wife on the street. Some eyes lingered on him, as if confused or in recognition. This would not be easy for him, not in the slightest. Some might think the Physician had returned.
'Sir, patrol found 'im this mornin', ain't naw-one saw who dun it' Dermon told the Captain. He shuffled his feet nervously, gripping tightly onto the spear as he watched his superior, a bead of sweat trailing down his forehead. Captain Ekurzakir raised his eyes from the cold, broken corpse to the guard 'Someone is taking out the old pieces' he kicked his foot against the body and continued 'This is Patrick Starwaltz, kingpin of a brawler gang that ruled the lower districts some years ago. Had a rivalry with the Sagacious Man before he upped and left'.
'Sar-gash-us... wot?'
'Never you mind, get back to patrol. Have the dockworkers rid of the body' he spat in annoyance, turning to the crowd he raised his hands 'Now, now, nothing to see here! Poor sod fell from the roof! Get back to work!'
Horatio stood beside his sister, Harriet. A set of lithe twins. Harriet and Horatio were of equal height, yet Harriet had long red hair, where-as Horatio had his fathers dark black. They both were skinny, but there was no doubt about their agility and flexibility. Horatio wore clothing identical to his fathers; caramel-brown vest with a white long-sleeve undershirt, a red bandanna tied around his neck, blue trousers with thick black boots. While Horatio was the spitting image of his father, Harriet was nothing like her mother. Unlike Lily, Harriet was as equally short as Horatio and their father, Lysle. Rather than dresses, she wore tight leather but that from her joints, for which she wore black cloth. They were without a doubt, thieves.
As the crowd dispersed, he set a gentle hand against her lower back and whispered in her ear 'Send word back home, stay there until I send further notice'. She nodded and parted ways, heading towards the docks for a small galleon titled 'Queen Dawns Revenge'. He moved to take a seat by the water, crossing his legs he watched onward. Two men looking to be in their fifties slowly dragged the body away, out of sight.
The night before had been a long night indeed, the Red Raven had chased this man down, and with the help of the Upright Man, they together tortured the poor soul. His cries were unheard, and in the end, they tossed him from the roofs. No one would know what they were searching for, but them. There was a knot in his stomach, he had found out some information that may prove distasteful for him. It seemed his father ran a ring here, and earned quite the amount of enemies. Not only this, his father was well known in a royal court, some years past before disappearing, around the same time the mysterious Sagacious Man had. Horatio was nigh identical in appearance to his father, except he still had both eyes. Now, a man that could pass off as a younger Lysle wandered the city, and with it the name The Upright Man. Someone may connect the dots, in time.
He sat there for nearly three hours, not speaking a word to anyone. He watched and waited, his eyes wandering over seagulls that flew overhead, or an argument between husband and wife on the street. Some eyes lingered on him, as if confused or in recognition. This would not be easy for him, not in the slightest. Some might think the Physician had returned.
