OOC: Restarting an old thread idea- so PM me if interested in joining! :D
Zantaric- known for it's crude, rude and filthy population, a scab constantly picked over on the world, festering and unkempt- with not a single ruler but many who try to stake claim with fists and swords. So many that came here came to stay, for a sanctuary for the seedy grows the shadiest of trees. Though that was not the reason that drew Iyla Krue. She had a lead, and a keen sense, that this was the place she'd find the seed of darkness- and not just the 'seeds' of darkness hidden within these men.
She was only in the city for a few minutes and was already regretting her stay. With one hand cautious and tense at her side, she stalked through the town. Though most wouldn't think much of her- for she was dressed as a man, and had only a few sparse sprigs of hair poking through the front of her hood ad falling over her ruby red eyes. A mask was tucked across her face, and because of the ways she bound her body, it appeared as just another lithe man stalking through their city like a cautious panther. There were many of these types, so she fit right in.
She wasn't here for the same reasons as most. Where dark and twisted magics and men converged, and skull cracked in brawls on the street for power and pleasure- no, she was seeking something much more dangerous than that- for a dark entity was present here, and she could sense it, even through the stench of men at the bar. The tavern: The Craggy Oak was nothing boastful, in fact, it was positively filthy and a little too crowded for her own tastes, but she needed a drink and a place to get her barrings.
This place made her dizzy, dizzier than most, but she assumed it was the lack of table manners and the grunts of men and their stench. That, and the fact the shadow seed had to be close. It was hard to discern where, but the ink-like matter that had replaced her blood sent a warm tingling sensation throughout her veins. So she knew she was getting close.
Ordering a mug of ale, it came in a dirty cup, but she didn't care. Pulling back the clothe about her mouth, just enough so that she could drink, she chugged down about half the mug before replacing the mask and peering through the darkness of the Inn. Yes, it was very close- perhaps too close, as her senses were drumming inside her ears, a sensation that was soon giving her a headache. But so was the noise inside the bar. Gods damn drunks.