Eithen, one of the eastern cities nearest the dark hole, was bustling. Yes, it was closest out of all the cities, however there was still a large amount of land and jungle spirits in the way, so life seemed to be continuing as normal, with only the slightest edge of uneasiness in the air. Eithen was mainly a trading city, however it also had a small-ish religion based around the spirit, a nice old creature who was slow to anger, and quite charismatic, however he wasn't all that good regarding combat, heroes were hired for that job, they were also hired to drive away the wild ones which had been becoming somewhat more vicious lately. Most people believe this was the work of The Torturer and the dark ones.
Tetron was in the stream fo people entering and leaving Eithen, walking down the dry dirt road, which was partially defiled by vines of wild ones. A constant spray of water was leaving the volcano-like funnel on his back, and he was wearing some simple pieces of clothing made from a blue cloth. He was taller than most of the people, rising out of the crowd like a muddy pillar, although even then he didn't stand out that much, he was just to earthy and dull-coloured to stand out from some of the richest, fattest merchants, athough that wasn't necissarily a disadvantage.
He walks through the gates, taking in the smells, making sure to stay near the small-ish merchant group he was protecting, not because he feared they would be attacked, because he expected the to run away without paying. Merchants were often weaselly like that. His liquid eyes passed over the wares of the stalls, his fishing spear buing held like a walking stick, the shiny blade pointing into the air. He glanced up at the sun, and muttered "Its too hot here", a phrase which he has, to be honest, used far too much.
Tetron decides not to waste any more time and puts his large hand on the nearest Merchants shoulder "You're going to pay me now" he says with a fairly normal voice, possibly a little deeper than normal. The red and orange dressed Merchanct sighs, beat, and puts a gold coin into Tetrons hand "There" he muttered bitterly, before slipping off. Tetron would have made a smug face then, if he had a face, alas, he only had a few eyes, which weren't really the most expressive things ever, especially since they only looked like spheres of water.
He rolls his shoulders, feeling the water within him splash around a little, and looks about again. Down the street, in the town centre, he saw a plinth, which Chakrell - the spirit of this city was on, standing like a majestic statue. Tetron rolled his eyes, some of the spirits here were utterly crazy, and appeared to have no skills, however that wasn't important at the moment. A species of fish in his river had been dying out, and he needed to refill the population. The incredible 'bounce-backs' of some creatures wasn't always caused by excessive breeding! He began searching for a feral store.
Topic: Tale of Spirits RP - Open (Read 4783 times)