ㅤㅤIT was a dark, rainy night with nothing in sight but the all-consuming darkness and the occasional flicker of the dim streetlamps cascading over the streets. The sorcerer was leaned against a nearby alleyway wall, finding himself a bit exhausted after a troublesome encounter with a shadowed creature that somehow got away -- much to his dismay.

ㅤㅤEven if he was used to the job, it didn't make it all the less tiring ( not to mention, damned bastard nicked him a few times. ) He popped out a cigarette and dug into his pocket for a lighter. At least between the alleyways, there was still some form of coverage from the pattering rain.

ㅤㅤThe unusually sweet scent of his cigarettes wafted in the air despite the overpowering fragrance of the rain. He breathed out weary sigh, a puff of smoke floating up into the air as he mindlessly gazed off into the dark, cloudy skies. That is ... until footsteps approached and he clicked his tongue, crushing his cigarette out.

of all the places his portals had taken him, that one was indeed one of the strangest — and most interesting. just look at all those pompous people, it was as if they were all astarion's children (and thank mystra they weren't).

but they weren't normal people either… or maybe they were. the world was so small, but the universe and the places the astral plane could connect you to were so vast and— oops!! he accidentally bumped into someone!

"sorry! i didn't see you." gale put his hands behind his back and stared at the man in front of him… what a strange figure. what was he, a magistrate?

Kiara jumped at the voice in her ear, a chill running down her spine as she rapidly pulled away and hid her sketchbook in her bag. She didn’t hear footsteps, didn’t notice him move behind her. Not that she noticed anything after she was pulled into darkness by simply glancing at him from across the way.

"Why, our distinguished members of court, who else?" Astor replies, hands held idly behind his back as the two lingered on the outskirts of festivities, men and women dressed in their finery, flouncing about like the little dolls they were.

He blinked his eyes a few times before entering the large place, he hoped he wasn't disturbing anyone nor anything as he crept. Everything around here looked to be old fashioned, like the olden days.

Did a powerful warlord live here?

Also what kinds of weapons did this place held?

The very thought of seeing many forms of swords made the youth's mind want to scream in excitement, he kept himself quiet, not trying to alert anyone of his presence.

Hades was looking up to the sky as the rain fell around him, watching the clouds pass by. He blinks when he hears a voice and more over touched to bring him out of the rain. Immediately he slips his arm free of the hold and moves a bit further away.

"Well, thank you. Although, I don't really come back for anyone but you, you know," Chris told him, her head turning away from gazing into the flames before them and meeting his eyes. It was flatter on her part, but it was also the truth. He was someone who knew what it was like to outgrow the world once lived in, and one of the only people in her life she could actually confide with in that manner. The others who lived there were quite entertaining if she were to admit it. However, she had her own duties to take care of, and that didn't include playing housemaid or bodyguard to a twelve-year-old. Well, at least not for a very substantial amount of money.