(This is something I've been meaning to do for quite a while - introduce Laoura back into the world of Imythess. But, getting tired of the same old thing when it comes to RP threads, I have something of a specific plot in mind for this to go... so far it's just a simple dungeon-crawl style adventure (if you're familiar with Dungeons & Dragons at all, then you should know what that is), where the participating characters find themselves in the dark, secret passages that connect to Taras' extensive sewer system. Lots of action planned, as well as character interaction...

I might end up using the Storyteller to run some enemies and NPCs. I haven't written a full description of the Storyteller, but essentially it is an account made more or less (>_<) to add to role-plays and dictate things going on that are out of players' control. It will never take away your characters' choices, but it can throw obstacles and boons in the way. Someday it may be possible to request that the Storyteller help enhance any RP invited to. Not having the time to undertake such a project at the moment (what with the Rebirth project well underway), it may have to wait a while.

So feel free to join. I'd like to limit the amount of people playing in this topic to 3 others, on a first come, first post basis.

Feel free to introduce yourself in any way, just try to involve yourself someway or another in the main posts and try to avoid going off and doing your own thing... takes the point away from joining an RP. :lol:

Laoura's description and worldly possessions are described below.)

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It was a dusky evening, twilight finally passing over the city roofs, the sun disappearing. In such a metropolis as Taras, the city was almost never entirely asleep. Night denizens were constantly on the move, whether it be from tavern to tavern, or conducting much darker business in the safety of deep shadows. Night was more forgiving, accepting than its fiery counterpart...

Such shadows had yet to fall at the moment, though it would not be long before the city's atmosphere took a darker turn. At the moment, people were still bustling, eager to finish their days work. The shopkeepers were busy closing their shops, sweeping and cleaning to prepare for another prosperous day. Street vendors began wheeling their carts home. Taverns were filled with hearty laughter and drink. Street urchins, finishing their day of pick pocketing were finding their ways back to their hovels.

One such urchin, who had found her way farther from the slums than usual was currently crouched beside a low-hanging cart, holding primarily hay and straw for the nearby stables, connected to a neighboring bar.

Her arm was reaching under the cart, and she was trying to coax something into coming to her from beneath the black underside of the cart. "Here kitty, kitty, here girl..." she cooed softly.

If someone payed more attention to the girl, who appeared to be somewhere between twelve or thirteen, they might have noticed something strange about her. Whether it was her incredibly pale white skin, or the strange flash of her eyes, or even the way she moved, which was simply... different from most. To the casual observer, they might just cast her off as some half-elven crossbreed. Any elf could tell you that she was not of their blood.

But not many people noticed. They were either too drunk, or simply didn't care. That happened a lot, obviously being someone without home, possibly without parents... people didn't want to notice the poverty around them. They wanted to pretend the world around them was perfect.

She was dressed in ragged clothes, obviously patched and repaired in so many places, you could hardly tell which parts were the original garment. Just a pair of pants, a tunic, and leather boots that looked more like hide scraps tied and wrapped around her feet in a sandal-like fashion, exposing her toes to the now cool spring weather.

After several more moments of calling to the cat, with no avail but the sharp glint of feline eyes glowing in the dark at her, she was abruptly shoved aside, violently enough so that the young girl fell unexpectantly onto the hard cobblestone, catching herself and effectively scraping her palms as she did so.

"Street filth," someone above her muttered as he continued his way into the bar.

The girl gritted her teeth in anger as she sat up, staring at the back of someone wearing a fine velveteen jacket and shiny black shoes that scraped and clacked when they struck the ground.

It was nearing night, a time Tock disliked because of the darkness and also the vile lawless creatins that crawled from every corner. Still, Tock had things he had to do. He'd managed to pick up a job where he delivered trinkets baubles and he didn't mind keeping it. Many of the deliveries were in Taras, despite having to move them from Cascadia. Normally he didn't run this late, but he had several difficulties on this run which included bandits, raiders, and worst of all a group a poachers that saw the moogle as another hunt despite his civilized clothing. Tock however seem to understand why they attacked him. It was obvious they sought to remove the red-wing creature from his sinful existence. Ironically it was those condemnable wings that let him flee swiftly enough to exit the encounter unharmed in all occasions. His skills with sword weren't quite yet enough to save his skin and Starshine, the fae-horse he had befriended, was little use at all in battle aside of course from a swift moving distraction.

Tock walked into the grand city as his pom-pom swayed softly from one side to the other in metronomic fashion. Around his pom-pom his tiny flying companion flew soft circles around him, ever enjoying the open fresh air. In his furry hands he carried a small decorative dressed box complete with an adorable red ribbon. Inside was some some amusing toy that Tock never quite got to see, but that didn't bother Tock any.

It was not long before Tock sighed in defeat knowing that he was once again lost. Tock often had to ask for directions , but though now most on the people he saw seemed to busy to be bother with a trifle such as himself. As he roamed the streets in search for one who didn't seem to busy to help, a girl outside a tavern caught his attention. She was dressed pretty poorly , though much more notable was the fact that she didn't seem to have a parent, though the parent may have strangely enough entered the tavern and told her to wait outside.

Swiftly the small moogle strode forward wondering if this would be a chance to right some wrong in the world, though is still wasn't quite sure how this apparent wrong would be righted. The girl was calling to a kitty that was apparently hiding behind a cart so maybe she had just wandered off from her parents. Before he could reach her a foul spirited man knocked her to ground as if she were not but a spec of dust to be wiped of his fancy clothing. Tock would have tried to were his attention not momentarily lent to Starshine, who was still in a gleeful mood. The thud of her landing and the mean name he called her brought his attention back fully to her and her assailant who briskly continued his path to the tavern. "Are you okay?" Tock asked her as he neared her. He wanted to do something about the mean man, but there wasn't much he could do even if the man hadn't dissappeared into the bustle of the tavern.

The God of Air walked undisturbed through the streets of Taras. Unlike many of the inhabitants who were about, he had no work that he was just finishing up before returning home. Ahren was simply letting his body do something while his mind focused on more important things. At the moment, he was trying to wrap his mind around how he was supposed to look for individuals both skilled enough and steadfast enough to assume the mantle of a God or Goddess. That was something that Veronna had stressed in his last meeting with her. The world was unstable, it needed Gods and Goddesses to watch over it, and at the moment there were only three deities where there used to be more than twice that many. It was a problem that needed to be resolved as soon as possible. However, they could not rush and select individuals unsuited for the job. Doing that would be worse than doing nothing. They must continue at a steady pace, making sure that they hadn't made any mistakes, before they moved on.

Drawing his mind back to the here and now, Ahren looked around him. After a few moments, he realized that he was lost; although, realistically he couldn't be lost, he could just fly above the houses and find his way out. He was lost in the sense that he didn't know which streets to take in order to get back to where he started. Letting out a small sigh, Ahren called on the wind to help him. The wind knew the streets of Taras very well, with it's help, Ahren would easily find his way. Stopping to look around once again, a small frown came to his face at what he saw. A man wearing fine clothes had shoved aside a young girl. For a few seconds, Ahren was tempted to teach the man a lesson. It was very hard to restrain himself. Don't do it Ahren, all it will cause is more trouble. Shaking his head slightly, Ahren let good sense prevail. Punishing that one man would have almost no affect on the world in general. Turning his eyes away from the man, Ahren looked at the street urchin who had been pushed. A young girl, fallen on hard times, but there was something odd about her. What it was, Ahren wasn't sure, but he wanted to find out.

Konahomaru sat patiently inside the tavern that the other three were now outside of. Completely unawares of their existence, as of yet, mind you. Peering out the window, the celestial infused carried on a light conversation with himself. Lifting a scratched but sturdy thick glass to his lips, he took a sip of the water that was inside. Kona never drunk alcohol. He beleived it to be more than a simple drink, it inhibited ones abilities to judge, and react. Certaintly, Konahomaru as not the type to purposely hamper himself. Peering carefully, his white eyes squinted to small slits as he focused on a figure in the dark across the street. There, was a small girl, beckoning to something it seemed.

Her dress indicated someone who was either part of a very poor family, or, a street urchin. It made Kona feel somewhat bad. Knowing what it was like to not have a home, or a family to go to, Konahomaru wanted to help. But then, what if it prevented her from growing stronger after having been through the experience? The decision was made for him when a calous, selfish man decided to treat her as garbage. Pushing her roughly to the side, the young girl caught herself, but clearly was shaken. The man did not apoligize, but instead, kept on walking. Maybe even muttered an insult.

Kona set down the glass of water and put two coins next to it, then walked out of the tavern and made his way across the street. His bright white aura, with its soft glowing yellow core of holy light, illuminated the street around him. Upon a closer look, the girl struck him as unusual. Her pale skin as not out of the ordinary, she could be an elf or half-elf. But there was something else. Something more to this person, that was special. The way she moved was altogether different than anything Konahomaru had seen...

Keeping this in mind, the celestial infused made his move. Approaching the young girl, he leaned next to her, and put on a concerned face. "Are you okay young one? Here, let me help you.", said Konahomaru, with an outstretched hand.

She blinked, biting back any more angry words when she realized that there were at least three people who had noticed the incident. Unusual for the most part. Not too many took pity on those below them. Not accepting the hand, she stood carefully, brushing her worn clothing of the extra dirt they had accumulated.

"I'm fine, really," she said with an unsure smile at the strange little creature who had first shown concern (she had never seen a moogle before) and gave a reassuring nod to Kona. "Thank you, though..."

Bright green eyes peered out from the cart, looking out hesitantly at the figures around it. The girl smiled and crouched once again. "Nico, you coward, come here."

At her words a streak of black fur leapt into her arms, a half-grown kitten cuddled itself against her, not daring to look away from the moogle. The cat had obviously never seen a moogle before, either.

"I really shouldn't have been down there. Nico would've come out eventually, she just got scared by one of the sewer-monsters..." she paused suddenly, wondering if she had said too much. Those who spent long amounts of time on the streets knew there was something insidious lurking beneath the city, but these people certainly didn't appear to be urban-bound individuals. "My name's Lora," she hesitantly added, introducing herself to the three.

(Woo me for boring posts. I'm seriously sorry for this one... >_<)