Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Korvesa

Tiko

Tiko

Draconic Administrator/Mentor
Administrator
Mentor
Nexus GM
The sun had only just begun to near the horizon as the cool evening air settled across the plains of Amarathia, and the fresh layering of snow from the day prior served to reflect the light and add a clear visibility to the evening. It was likely the last snowfall of the year and served as a reminder of the cold winter months that they were fast leaving behind.

The caravan had swelled to a respectable size as it traveled northward from Amarathia City to the small outlying town of Korvesa. It had boasted nearly twenty wagons, carts, and carriages at its departure, and it had picked up a good dozen more along the way as it passed through neighboring cities and towns on its way to the Northern Frontier of Amarathia. It was a popular time of year for settlers to make their way to the border towns of Amarathia so that they could arrive as the winter months where just beginning to give way to spring. For families looking to start a life out there, it meant they had the whole of the new year to prepare for the following winter.

Accompanying the traveling wagons where riders armed to the teeth. Swords-for-hire. They ranged greatly in race and garb, but they all shared in their purpose of protecting the caravan in its journey across the Amarathian plains.

Several families and settlers had already parted ways at previous towns, but fifteen or so wagons remained on as they trundled ever close to their destination.

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Korvesa was a once large town situated along the banks of the Iyesgarth river, but much of it remained unclaimed from the hundreds of years of abandonment that had left its mark upon it. Much of the western reaches of town lay in ruins with crumbled buildings long since overtaken by heavy brush and unchecked trees.

The central heart of the town, and much of the east side were well underway in their reconstruction efforts. New houses and buildings had been erected upon the foundations of old, and brush and overgrowth had been cleared from the streets and pathways. Dirt roadways had been restored for use and the place offered the promise of a fresh start for those willing to make it out there.

Plots of lands were being sold to arriving families for minimal cost that made the location appealing to settlers looking to put city life behind them.

The town held a strong appeal to travelers as well. Mercenaries were never short of work to find, and there was always some work to be found around the town to aid in the reconstruction efforts. It was also a good place to drop ones bags for the night, or a few days to resupply before moving on.
 
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As the caravan edged closer to the town of Korvesa an element of excitement filled air. As wagons rumbled their way across the large stone bridge spanning the Iyesgarth river, children had already taken to disembarking wagons to run ahead. Parents were filled with a wash of relief, and escorting mercenaries could relax their guard as the caravan left behind the wilds of Amarathia in favor of the burgeoning town. Tradesmen too could let out a sigh of relief as their goods made it safely to their destination.

For most it was the promise of new beginnings, and for others it was simply a stop before moving on. Others still were on the run from secrets left behind, and looking to the obscurity of the Korvesa to escape from past mistakes. Whatever one's reasons were for arriving in Korvesa, it offered the promise of warm beds, hot meals, and respite to them all.
 
Jackson stepped off his caravan and took in the town.

"Ugh." He scoffed.

The place was below his standards. He was more used to a grander city space, but this place had what little charm it did. He walked to a nearby Inn to have a sit and a drink. As he stepped forward he looked up at the sign and read its name; "Goats Brew". 'Goats Brew?' He thought to himself. 'What a stupid name.' He entered and looked around. The place was lively, because of the caravan. Plenty of Men and Women joking around having a meal. In a past life he might have sat with them to have a drink. Today was not one of those days. He found his way to the corner table and sat in the old chair, alone, looking in his book.

The book was about powerful Artifacts and places of interest nearby. The last pit stop they made in a small trading post he had purchased it in preparation for the final stop.

He looked up for a moment to look around, had any new faces arrived?
 
She had said little and less on the ride over, preferring the company of her fur hood and disquieted thoughts as she let the wagon lull her to sleep, wakefulness, like sliding in and out of a warm bath. Her eyes - a bright, unnatural green - seemed to dance more at night than in the day, flashing in the darkness, holding a wary gaze on the shadows that edged on the fringes of the caravan.

There was darkness here, somewhere. It followed, relentless, dogging at her heels.

She stepped into the open air, landing soundlessly beside her cart, and gave her driver a curt nod as she pulled her pack - attached to it a ten foot long pole, wrapped in canvas - free of the wooden compartments and shouldered it.

Auburn hair spilled out of the black and white flecked hood, freckles adorning a pale face as she took in the surroundings. Her teeth gritted, grinding together as she surveyed the town.

Civilisation.
 
Trenn was putting a donkey in the stables. He got off the saddle and looked way smaller than before, but that's probably because he is a dwarf. When he took the saddle off he put it on his back and it looked as it should have been there the entire time it acted like a saddle and a bag.

He started walking through the town taking a look around for a board with Wanted Posters until he found one. He took a look at all of them before telling another bounty hunter "Now taking these bounties are best way to earn money quick," he pointed to a poster for a thief, "Just get a room at a nearby inn, invite some people telling them that you have a valuable item, and when everyone gets there tell them you have to go to take a duece, hide in the room where a fake item is. When the thief gets there you just tackle him to the ground."

The other bounty hunter simply nodded and walked away. After Trenn finished looking at the posters he went to a small bakery. He asked for a couple of bread loaves and left then he looked for a tree and sat under it. Then he took out a bottle of jam and said, "Me mums best jam..." He spread the jam on one of the loaves of bread and feasted.
 
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She had never though carriages were cramped until being stuck in one for so long. Free of it's confines for hopefully the last time, Savania stretched her delicate fingers to the sky and heard the bones in her spine grind. "Oh beloved stability, the calm stillness of earth and stone." A quiet laugh and she looked up at her carriage driver. "You, good sir, are a saint for putting up with my complaints. Once the luggage has been deposited I will gladly treat you to a meal and several ales and we can sit on opposite sides of the room since I'm fairly certain you're tired of me by now." Laughing again, she adjusts the simple linen shirt in a vain hope to smooth out the wrinkles, the fabric a cream color that blended with her pale skin. "For now, let's break for a moment and I can send word to the family I'm employed too."

Frowning a little, she brushed at the crimson skirt to free some of the crumbs sticking to her. "Oh a hot bath will be wonderful." Looking around at the rest of the caravan and the town itself, she pursed her lips in thought. "Where would I find a messenger. Should be someone nearby, you think?"

Gathering her shoulder bag that had her purse and a few other small things, Sava pointed to the tavern so the driver could see. "I'll be in there when you have the horses settled. Might as well eat now while we wait to see when I can be received at the manor." The driver nodded and urged the poor horses on to the stables while she danced around the mud puddles. The skirt stopped mid-calf but her slippers were hardly designed for muddy travel. Making it to the tavern without stepping in something was almost a miracle and she took it as a sign of good luck.

Inside the tavern she paused for a moment to glance over the room full of people, curious if any of them had seen an elf from the academy before or if she was one of the first ones. Ruefully, she tried to casually smooth her fiery red hair down but was pretty sure that was as hopeless as the wrinkles on her clothes. Setting her vanity aside, Sava made her way to the barkeep and flashed her most charming smile. "Good sir, do you happen to know of someone that can run a message for me? I'm expected as a tutor for the Calenor house and was hoping someone could inform them I've finally arrived."

Another quick glance around and she smirked at the barkeep again. "And I'd also really like to order a meal for myself and my poor abused carriage driver, when he gets here. Several ales for the man as well to thank him for putting up with me."
 
After finishing the bread loaf Trenn fell asleep for about 20 minutes before waking up and saying I need some new equipment. He was wearing leather everything from tunic to boots.

He went back in town and started to look for a blacksmith or weapon shop. To his fortune he did find a weapon shop, and they were selling weapons for a good price. He took a look at everything checking the quality, the price, and everything else down to the bone. Then Trenn saw a crossbow. "I guess I could try archery since I'm small it would be better for me to attack at a ranged point," he said to himself.

He took the crossbow and went to the owner of the shop.

"Uh, excuse sir," Trenn said.

The shop owner looked down and said, "Do you need anything?"

"Could you explain to me how this works," Trenn asked lifting up the crossbow.

"I'm truly sorry but I don't know how to use that. You might have to find someone who does," the shop owner replied.

"Damn it all, well I 'd like to buy it," he said getting some arrows and a quiver. He handed the owner enough gold to pay for it all and left then he put the items he bought in his saddle bag. He asked a couple of people around him if they knew anyone who could use a crossbow, but no-one did.

"Well I guess there is nothing I can do about it," he told himself and he went to the nearby Inn called "Goats Brew" he paid no attention to the sign and got himself a room.

He looked around the building and saw an Elf in the back corner. Trenn walked up to the Elf trying to strike up a conversation and said "Afternoon lad, how you doing?"
 
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He looked around the building and saw an Elf in the back corner. Trenn walked up to the Elf trying to strike up a conversation and said "Afternoon lad, how you doing?"
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Jackson looked up from his book to see this Dwarf talking to him. He didn't emote.
"I'm doing fine, thank you. Came here in search for something." He said in a dead tone. "Yourself?"

By the looks of it this Dwarf seemed to be a bounty hunter of sorts. Possibly usable. He put a hand over necklace and thought for a moment.

"You wouldn't happen to be looking for some work would you?" he asked the Dwarf
 
"Nope just trying to strike up a friendly conversation," Trenn replied.

"Besides if I was looking for work I would gone straight down to business," he told the elf

"Uh, quick question. Do you perhaps know how to use a crossbow?" he asked. He started thinking that this wasn't a bow elf, but an elf that used magic. He instantly regretted his question and was prepared to roll with what happened next.
 
It so happened that Savania's query fell upon the ears of one of the nearby patrons of the tavern, a youthfully handsome elven man. As he turned to face her, his floppy locks of hair - a fiery red to rival Sava's own - fell to one side to give a clear view of his startlingly bright verdant eyes, and he flashed her a roguish grin. "House Calenor, is it? And what have they done to earn the service of such a beautiful woman?"

The man was dressed in unusually fine clothing for the nature of the establishment, although it was well worn and some of the colours faded, as well as a pair of emerald-studded earrings that complimented his eyes. The top of his shirt was open enough to show off hints of a slender-but-toned physique, but not so open as to be inappropriate - at least not for a tavern. A half-emptied mug of ale sat on the bartop beside him, and he was idly thumbing a pair of dice in one hand.

"To look so stunning after such a long journey, it's a wonder the city was willing to part with you."
 
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While the room was filling up with recent arrivals from the caravan, other locals were filtering their way in and out as well. Among those present were a trio of townsmen, a dark-haired young man in the robes of a scholar and his youthful half-elf assistant, a burly guard in a brown cloak, the barkeep, a gray-bearded old man, and the Goat's Brew’s proprietress, a stout woman of middle years by the name of Tilda Grenfield.

At the front bar the guardsman, Grimbold, was working his way through a mug of hot cider. “Think I’d best be on my way after this one,” he told Tilda.

“Sure you won't stay for another?” Tilda asked. “Though we’ll probably be shutting the tap early tonight anyways, I think. It’s going to be another balmy night for sure! No night for good folk to be out and about.”

“And what's wrong with that?” one of the townsmen asked sourly, seemingly displeased with news that they would be getting cut off early tonight.

“Because ghosts walk abroad on nights such as this, friend,” the guard answered in seeming jest as he cast a wink at the townsman.

The young scholar looked up as the conversation going on nearby caught his ear.

“Could the ghost of Aleosis be among them?” he inquired.

“Some say,” Grimbold replied with mock somberness as he took another quaff of his drink. “Though you might know more about that than I do.”

“Oh hush, the both of you!” said Tilda. “That just an old wive's tale.”
 
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"Uh, quick question. Do you perhaps know how to use a crossbow?" he asked. He started thinking that this wasn't a bow elf, but an elf that used magic. He instantly regretted his question and was prepared to roll with what happened next.
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Jackson gave a sharp look at the silly dwarf that was in front of him. He rolled his eyes and said
"Look. I've got no time for the likes of men and women who do not need work. I'm in the middle of something. If you need some coin, come to me. I need some muscle. And another thing, who do yo--"

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The young scholar looked up as the conversation going on nearby caught his ear.

“Could the ghost of Aleosis be among them?” he inquired.

“Some say,” Grimbold replied with mock somberness as he took another quaff of his drink. “Though you might know more about that than I do.”

“Oh hush, the both of you!” said Tilda. “That just an old wive's tale.”
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"Excuse me." He stated quickly standing up. He almost pushed the dwarf out of his way as he stepped up to the group of chatters and drinkers.

"What do you know about Aleosis?" he asked hastily.
 
"So you are after magical artifacts artifacts eh?" he questioned. Trenn was began to get a bit nervous. The last time he accompanied someone as a guard that person died a horrible death. What the employer were after was exactly what the foolish elf looked for.

"I don't mean to get in your way, but what your playing with are gods tools." he warned the elf, "I've had my experience with those items and the last person I saw touch one died. Then he was reborn and killed again. Over and over I watched this happen. I left the terror inducing place and he's still in there! Be prepared for consequences that may come..."

Trenn went up to the inn keeper and asked for a meal and some ale. He walked to the other side of the room watching the elf from afar.
 
Outside the tavern, the woman in well-used furs stood motionless, bright green eyes taking in the small township, its ugly, protruding wooden lines and squat houses. It smelled faintly of manure and sweat, permeated into the ground to coalesce and seep, likely ruining the very ground where fertility once reigned supreme.

She had run from caravans pulled by domesticated beauties into human beings that preferred squalor to freedom, the appearance of being civil to the roaming green and white and blue of the great outdoors.

But she was reminded again of why she travelled this way, and made her first, hesitant steps into a new kind of journey. She had heard that most of the filth-dwellers utilized coin for currency - why anyone would have a use for metallic discs beyond decoration, she'd likely never fully comprehend - and had a small satchel ready for just such an occasion. Clenching the long package tighter with one hand, she began her hunt for food and bedding.
 
Eren had just woken up from in a caravan wagon. How long he was asleep, he did not know, but it seemed as if he had been in there for a while, judging by how stiff he was as he rose. He looked down at himself and quickly decided to go somewhere and eat, as he could feel a large hunger he had not felt in a while. He entered the inn, walking briskly towards the bar. He asked the bartender for a meal and some ale, taking out a bit more money than he needed to pay for the order. His wallet was running low, but he knew soon he would change that. "Just whatever you have that can fill someone up." after placing his order, he laid his head down on the table, relaxing a bit.
 
"You one of them traveler's from the south, eh?" Herald, the barkeeper inquired of Eren as he filled a mug of ale. "What's your reason for making your way up here to Korvesa? Everyone's always got their own story for how they wound up here."

"That they do, even old Herald here,"Tilda piped up as she ladled out a bowl of fresh stew for Eren. It, a hunk of fresh baked bread, and a spoon joined his mug of ale on the countertop in front of him. "Found his way up here as a lad, worked as a trapper for my pa for years."

"Right on up until I nearly lost my leg o one of my own traps," Herald added gruffly. "Now I work here, helping the lady out and listening to the tales of travelers like yourself."

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"Aleosis?" the Scholar asked Jackson. "Aleosis was a powerful general in the army of the Sealed One. It is said he was defeated right here upon the ruins of Korvesa over two-thousand years ago," he explained. "My name is Nathaire, and I study up on ancient lore and stories from before the time of the Fall. It was a fascinating world before..." he waved away the matter with his hand. "Anyways. I was here investigating rumors of Aleosis. It's my job you see. helping to identify lingering traces of the Void's corruption, so it can be stamped out. You can never been too sure when an old rumor might be a void beast at work. Usually it's turns out to just be silly stories to scare children at night. Just as soon as I verify that the rumors here about Aleosis' ghost are just old wive's tales and superstition, then I can be off from this backwater town and back to civilization."

"There aint no ghosts, 'ere," one of the townsmen nearby muttered as he took a chug of his ale. "You're just waistin' your time."

"Oh let him be," Tilda called over. "It's harmless and will give some of the folks some peace of mind."
 
Outside the tavern, the woman in furs would encounter an uneasy sensation as she passed by the building. Should she look to it, nothing seemed out of place and yet something didn't feel quite right either.

The set of gargoyles that had been erected over the doorway with the likeness of a pair of winged goat demons stared back at her motionless.

Perhaps it was just her imagination that left a chill in the air that hadn't been there a moment ago, or perhaps it was weariness from her journey that left her feeling like there was more to the statues than carved stone.

Whatever it was, her skin crawled.

No one inside the building seemed to notice anything amiss though as they enjoyed their drink, food, and warm hearth.
 
Eren chuckled. What a story he had. He pondered telling it as he listened to the two, and finally decided to tell his own. "Well, I was given a job here to kill an old banker named Neive. I was told he had ridden a caravan towards here, so I followed. I was attacked by a tribe of natives between Orlesia and Kerndor. I was almost killed, but I suppose playing dead is something those people were not familiar with. It took me a week to get back to the caravan, and by that time the banker had left on horseback towards amarathia. So, I followed. My wounds opened once again, and I made it to a town before collapsing from anemia and pain. A caravan group brought me back to health and I finally said that Neive was gone. So, the caravan came here, with me on board. Now that I'm here, however, I'm not sure what to do. Can't go back to Orlesia empty-handed, but what good is a mercenary to a quiet village like this one?"
 
When Trenn was done eating he prepared to leave to go get an instruction book for weapons at the book shop. He went to his room to put his bag away but took his money and a pick that was hidden under his pant leg.

He went back toward the dining room to get some more food before he left. Then he started listening to the chatter that was going on before he moved tables and forgot about the book and the crossbow.
 
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"To look so stunning after such a long journey, it's a wonder the city was willing to part with you."
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A quiet giggle was hidden behind her hand, gray blue eyes glittering at the flirt. "Well the city has little say in what a professor does. And I wanted a chance to see more of the world." Winking at the man, she added "Or let the world see me, really. But if you know the family do you know how I could get word to them?" The door opened and several people came in, Savania checking to see if any of them were her driver. Faintly over-heard talk of ghosts and spirits had her eyes rolling. She'd never believed the stories and wasn't about too now. "But honestly, right now I think I should have something to eat besides trail food and go find my driver. The poor man has been a saint dealing with me and the least I can do is make sure he's got food ale and a bed."

Another glance toward the opening door rewarded her with the driver's long-suffering gaze. She beckoned him over with a wide smile and patted the seat beside her. "I've already ordered you something to eat and ale. For all you've done for me it's the least I can do."

"Thank ye mum. Ye weren't so bad as some folk." He chuckled and stared greedily as the food was delivered. "Ye jus' didn' know the world." The ale stood little chance as he downed it before shoveling in to the meal.
 
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