Lethe

[Cailin]

The desert stretches for an eternity. The air is stagnant and suffocating.

The blinding sun reaches its peak in the sky, not a single cloud in sight. In the distance, there is a shape, shadowed against the horizon.
It's a town, a civilized diamond in the untamed rough. Built around a large and clear oasis, it contains a trading post, a church, a tavern and inn, an infirmary, and a wide variety of business specializing in restocking supplies and fixing/supplying weapons. There are also venues for entertainment, including performing artists, fortune-tellers, and high-end restaurants. The entire settlement is surrounded by a nearly-impermeable stone wall, guards posted on every corner and patrolling the perimeter. In the heart of the city, there is a great altar, where its residents go to gather and pray.

The city's name is Lethe, as it seemed to have appeared from nowhere, and no one remembers when it came to be. It the center of all commerce in the wasteland. Many travelers, warriors, and merchants come and go in order to rest, recover, and prosper.

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Time: 7:00 PM
Season: Spring
Weather: 27 C (80 F) and clear.
Rules are simple.

- Yes, this is furry. Be whatever you want.
- Keep things in reality of the universe. It's set along the time of a prospering Silk Road, where trade is prominent between Europe, Asia, and Africa.
- Use your best judgement in terms of how powerful you are.
- Don't change the environment (controlling the setting, timeskipping, ect.)
- No character sheet required, just jump in.

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Cailin sat at the bar in the tavern, sipping her gin. Her scimitar was left sheathed, but she kept one hand on the hilt of the blade as she scanned the dimly-lit room. The lioness faced the front door--the only exit available to customers. It was her third night in Lethe, and the first night spent with a drink since as long as she could remember. She nursed the alcohol and watched the throng of patrons on the floor, seated at tables or leaning against walls, more pouring in as the sun went down.

[southislandwren]

Cailin noticed a young fox sitting in the corner of the tavern. The fox was Valka, who was new to the small town. Valka was also observing the tavern, gazing about the room, when suddenly a fight broke out on the other side of the bar. Valka pulled her weapon out, a pocketknife, and ran to the scene of the fight. "Hey!" Valka yelled, "break it up!" one of the fighters turned to her and simply punched her in the jaw. "ooh," Valka growled. "now you've done it."