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[korekore]

Past the swamp rice paddies and the carvings of the Emissary Nexus towers. At the con-flux of two great rivers, the Yellow and Gray, it pools, fetid, a pustule of growth. Slaves work the paddies and the streets are lined with beggars, orphans, merchants and mercenaries for every culture of creation all yelling. The city seems alive and the smell reminds of a rotting corps, the smog from the ever running forges creates a ever-present mist and towering over it all is Bstion, the rich district and center of Nexus politics. Pulley cars, a first age relic, and canals account for the fastest ways around and through nexus for those who can pay for the luxury.
Reaching like a hand grasping into the rivers nexus is made up of 7 districts. The
Nighthammer district comprises the city's metal works, forges powered by the defense systems of ancient solar graves, a constant black snow falls here form the smelters and refining, the city's dead are dealt with here to be sent to other more fitting places for burial. Cinnibar is the cultural district and features a large park, central plaza, free library's, monasteries, schools, ballrooms, art galleries, theaters, and upscale living, many of the mercenary barracks are also located here as are the gladiatorial arenas. Bastion is the home to the rich and powerful, other countries have their embassies here and the guild owns large tracts of land here. Constantly patrolled and guarded by 3 mercenary companies the streets here are devoid of the poor and rankness that covers the rest of Nexus. Full of elegant walkways and gardens it seems a Eden with slaves scuttling along the periphery doing their masters work to keep it looking that way. Home to the most grandiose university in nexus the school of philosophy brings the wise of the world to tutor the spoiled upper class. Watching the ever present wyld zone left by the fairfolk invasion almost 800 years ago Sentinels hill is now a crowded high ground of tenements and shanty shacks. Guard against the chaos nearby has become lax as its activity has diminished. Firewander is the place of the truly poor, those who have nowhere else to go, a part of the wyld and the original center of the old city the people here are often mutated or mad. No one goes to Firewander if they can help it but some find it a good place to hide away at the edges in hits and hovels.

[DalacMan]

Winter avoided the guards and all the caravans, it was easy when you were nothing more to them than a gray alley cat. winding through the streets she found a nice hidden place to change back into her first natural form, a Woman from the northern wastes. Her hair was long and silver, though she was only 24 years, and silver swirling tattoos covered her dark skin. she wore very little, only animal hide pants and loose tunic woven from animal hair.

Making her way through the city, she knew exactly where she was going. She followed the streets she had forced herself to memorize and wound through the crowds of people and finally made her way to the Cinnibar District. Looking about her at the fine park and libraries, she searched for the Coliseum that would mark the end of her vengeance.

[korekore]

the streets are crowded, you see mrechants and scholars, children playing in the park under wathful supervision and mercenaries on patroll. Even from here you can hear the roar of the crowd, a match in progress. The giant colosium of first age design is sturdy and comfortably houses the throngs. A few guarded entranceways stand facing the street with tickets for sale for the match. Personal security stands close watch to make sure no one gets in free. Street urchins stand nearbye to try to hear the match.

[Servant of Chaos]

Moonlilly had been wandering the city for awhile now. She had not thought much farther ahead about her goal than reaching the city. Now that she was here she began to wonder how she could achieve her wish. Even as an exalted she wasn't sure how she alone could end the way things have always been. In her short life she had learned a few important things, one was people hated change. While those now held captive would rejoice in their freedom, she had also seen freed slaves become angry, not knowing where to go or what to do once free.


As she wandered she could hear the crowd at the coliseum. "Forcing people to fight one another, isn't there enough fighting in the world without making it a betting sport?" she said to herself in disgust. Moonlilly began to move swiftly through the streets, her dark brown hair flowed behind her as she moved. Dressed simply, she had mud stains on her boots and where it had splashed on her breeches. Strapped across her tunic was a quiver, yet she had no bow in sight. She had no idea what she would do upon reaching the coliseum, all she knew is that the more cheers she heard, the more her anger grew.

[DalacMan]

reading Moonlilly's expressions as she approached the coliseum, Winter's Long Fang quickly understood what was going on in her head. Pouncing upon fortune, Winter approached Moonlily. Placing a hand on her shoulder as they walked towards the coliseum she whispered in her ear "i see that its justice you want. I seek vengeance and have a plan for the both of us get what we want."

[Servant of Chaos]

Irritated at having someone touch her, unnerved at someone being able to sense her motives, Moonlilly stops and slowly turns around. "Who are you? And why do you presume to think I seek justice?

[DalacMan]

"its your eyes, sweetheart. I can see the hate in them." Said Winter, standing closely to proud woman "i have a knack for understanding what people are feeling, a way of knowing the way they hold themselves, they way they smell, the looks on their faces. But the point is otherwise" she said, pointing the conversation away from the guards "My name is Winter's Long Fang, and i was a slave here, of sorts. and i seek vengeance against my captors and kennel masters"

[Servant of Chaos]

"I am Moonlilly. If you were a slave here and you seek vengeance or justice then I will help you." Deciding to help this person was easy, she understood what being a slave felt like, how good it was to seek justice from your former master. "Tell me of your plan."

[DalacMan]

"Now, before we do this, there is something you need to know about me" she said, looking about her nervously, knowing that the anyone who knew this could risk her safety. "as you may have guessed, im not a normal person. I can change form. im going to turn into a Lion from the savannahs of south and you will be my captor, here to sell me for the pits of the coliseum. this should get us inside, once were there we can find the masters of the kennels and jailors and exact my vengeance and your justice" She finished, a smile creeping across her face.

[Servant of Chaos]

"With what I have experienced in the past few years I'm not even sure what normal is anymore." Moonlilly replied with curiosity. "The plan seems simple enough and it should work. But you must know that I wish to end these gladiatorial games permanently. Slavery of all kinds must be abolished. It is time this world changed." Determination was displayed upon her face. "Let's find a place for you to transform in."

[DalacMan]

"surprisingly understanding... but if you hadnt i might of had to kill you, so i guess its best for both of us" Said Winter as she walked into one of the alleyways. looking both ways to make sure no one noticed, She began the transformation. With a bright glow of moonlight that concealed her form, she changed. when it receded, her form was that of a proud lioness, except for one great streak of silver fur, her form was perfect. padding towards Moonlilly, she sat on her haunches and looked up at the woman smiling, or smiling as much as a lion could.

[Servant of Chaos]

"That's sure a sight to see." Moonlilly said with a grin. reaching into her pack she pulled out a short bit of rope. "I suppose I had better leash you or they'll wonder just why your following me around." She looped the rope around Winter's mouth and then around her neck forming a halter. "Let's hope this works." Leading the lioness she made her way back out into the streets and towards the guards at the coliseum. Approaching them she bid them hello. "I am here to sell this magnificent creature to fight in the pits. Which way do I need to go to find the Master of the Kennels if you please?"

[DalacMan]

Winter growled and foamed at the mouth, looking like she would tear the guards to pieces if they made us tarry here to long.

[korekore]

The guards look apprehensive and back away slightly bewildered for a moment. "Yes well, he does look to be in good fighting shape, you will have to go through the beast masters follow me" The guard leads you to the back of the Colosseum near the canals, here there is a lot more security and a large door. Loading of foods, items, people, and various beasts with market transactions between the merchants and bureaucrats. A man with a clipboard next to a larger man is giving out bank notes, the large man looks over the animals and then give a price estimate which the clipboard man then adjusts. Walking up they both begin eying you. The bureaucrat steps over to you slightly as the guard whispers to him of your intentions "Well you are not one of our normal merchants so I will not be able to give you the preferred price but I am sure we can come to some sort of agreement" The large man looks over the lion carefully then whispers the estimate "Hmm well it is impressive as a beast I suppose we could offer you 200 Dinar for it"

[Servant of Chaos]

Moonlilly shook her head at the man. "A creature this exquisite is worth at least 300, if not more. She is guaranteed to fight well and be a crowd pleaser."