Ame Damnee Marketplace/Forum

Kian

Kian

Humanity's Stargazer
The economic heart of the city, the forum marketplace is the home to a massive variety of commodities and goods, sold by the merchants and shopkeeps located around the plaza and surrounding streets. Vendor stalls and shops line the streets and are scattered throughout the district with customers wandering between them. Coins clink and clatter in the exchanges as each party gains their own, desired treasures.
 
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Raakshdos, as played by Meliodas

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Main Street
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The forum had mostly cleared out over the last several hours, with Warden’s lining the streets and standing guard as the procession continued its trek towards the cathedral. Hordes of citizens continued to pay their respects, some on their knees, others with their heads bowed, and some even with their tears. Raakshdos had little time for any of them. Not because he didn’t care, but because his mind had wandered, and even as he continued to walk just behind Grandmaster Anwil’s casket with his head held high, he grew almost dissociative from reality. His mind begun to turn the clocks back, the sands of time shifting as he thought about how he came to be in the position he was in today.

It was just over fifty years ago, which would lead you to wonder how as a human, Raakshdos managed to appear as a fountain of youth – but very few bothered to ask that question, nor did they seem to want to know. There was a revolt in New Eden, riots on the streets. Many died that day, including a swath of their militia before the Warden’s stepped in. Hesitation had held them back, and it was only because of Raakshdos’s display that the riots were quelled. That day alone marked a string of events unfolding the likes of which he could have never expected. The day New Eden came to know Raakshdos as “The Blue-Eyed Devil.”

“The end of our oppressors is nigh, it’s time man made his own fortune.” Raakshdos seemed to mutter quietly to himself as he came to, his eyes casting their gaze over the crowds. In only a matter of minutes, they would be at the cathedral where Grandmaster Anwil would hopefully find peace in the afterlife.
 
Uriel was walking among the people now, wings hidden so he wouldn't disturb anyone with too many feathers. He was worried, very worried.
The archangel comforted this person or another, keeping his eyes, however, on the one who towered over the rest of them. But never for long... there always was someone weeping, or who would need some comforting words from an acquaintance. It was unsettling how death seemed to always draw people closer. He wished it hadn't had to be that way that they could all get along anyways. But that wasn't how things worked.
He had to paint a mural in memory of the man who had died. Of all the men, not only him. All those he knew and the ones he didn't, they all deserved to know how much the sacrifice that their parents, uncles, friends, partners, siblings.. meant, and how they wouldn't be forgotten.
 
Rythe, Marketplace/Forum

Rythe steadily kept up with the casket as the senior Wardens continued their pace towards the Avalon district. While he talked with a few of the more curious citizens that occasionally caught up with him with questions, his eyes and mind remained rooted on Anwil. His dread crept up his spine, stalked towards his consciousness, no matter what barrier he placed to stop his guilt from torturing him. It's only today... when Anwil is laid to rest, I can reminisce and recollect myself. Until then... He broke off from the main bulk of the Wardens, wandering through the citizens, sympathizing and chatting with them, especially to those who had lost a loved one. While he conversed with the people of New Eden, he made sure to keep pace with the parade, occasionally lagging behind, but never failing to catch up. The looming cathedral stood itself upon the approaching hill, observing the crowds.
 
Ratchel and Micheal
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Micheal was having trouble keeping up with his mother when she wasn't holding his hand, he cursed his small legs. It was than he saw mr'Uriel. He looked so sad, Micheal pulled his mothers attention away from her's and Ryuna's light show. "mom. Can you make something for mr' Uriel?" Ratchel her attention drawn to her son she smiled warmly Micheal never failed to lift her spirits up. picking him up as she walked both looking at each other. "Any suggestions kiddo ?" Micheal thought long and hard Uriel liked to paint so why not make him a brush! No wait, his mother could only make crystals and not hairs...! he than remembered he had some hair from a rabbits hide that he was given. "could you make a brush out of this?" Ratchel looked at the hair wondering were the hell her son got that but just shrugged "Of course!" she focused her magics and formed a crystal brush the colors were a beautiful mix morning dawn and some twilight tint making the pen look like the sun rising out of the darkness. Warping around the hair to make it look like a high class brush. "Thanks mom!" he said leaping out of her arms and running towards Uriel.

Micheal quickly got behind Uriel and tugged at his clothing to get his attention. "Mr' Uriel." he said getting the angels attention. The boy looked a little nervous but gave the angel the brush. "i figured a gift would make you feel a little better.... does it?" Micheal thinking he might have been to soon.
 
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| Adoneus Northstein |
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Already from afar Adoneus had heard the music and crowd on the markeptlace, the sound of the grieving citizens along with the music had echoed through the street until he could hear it while lying in his bed, he was lying there since three days already and had now developed a fever, the wound on his head wouldn't heal properly and had begun to ulcerate despite his mothers efforts to keep the wound clean.
His sister was getting ready to take him to the Warden's Haven hospital as his condition was only getting worse at this point, "Put on your shoes, Adoneus, we will go soon...!" she yelled from the kitchen, before sticking her head into Adoneus' room and sighed upon seeing her miserable looking brother "I know you don't feel good, but we really have to go..." she spoke softly while entering his room.
She was right, he didn't feel good at all, he was sweating, but freezing at the same time, his head hurt and felt heavy, like a huge rock, "I hear a crowd outside..." he mumbles, not reacting to his sisters concerns about him "they sound sad, has something happened..?" he asks in a silent tone while sitting up.
"Grandmaster Ceolen Anwil's funeral is taking place today, I hope we won't take to long to get through the crowd.." his sister Alix explained while helping the white haired boy to put on his shoes to which he let out a heavy sigh, not only did he feel like dying, now he also had to squish himself through a crowd.
With the help of his big sister Adoneus gets up from his bed and takes a few wobbly steps until holding onto the door, only now he notices how dizzy he is, it feels like the room would spin around him, "don't worry it will get better along the way, some fresh air will be good for you aswell..." his sister tries to soothen her brothers' anxiety and takes his hands to support him while walking out of the door "We will be back soon, mom!" she shouts into the house before closing the door, Adenous was staring at the ground, pressing his lips together in malaise, he tried to focus on the music and the patterns on the ground to distract himself from the dizziness, trembling and sweating he follows his sister up the street towards the marketplace while the voices and he music get louder and louder, usually he enjoys having people around him, but not with this headache, with every note they play, with every weep he hears, his head feels closer to exploding, "the gods certainly don't smile at me today" he thinks to himself while they reach the crowd, his sister stops in her path and lifts her head to look past the other people, trying to see he casket, Adoneus just wanted to get back into his bed and Alix stopping now didn't make it any better, but he decides to wait, after all it is the funeral of an important and beloved man, one wouldn't get this opportunity twice.
The white haired boy gets a bit closer to the crowd and tries to see something by standing on his toes, but the only thing he can see is the warden Raakshdos standing out of the crowd thanks to his incredible height, Adoneus didn't care too much about wardens, but their appearance never failed to amaze him, they always look so strong and mighty, no surprise the citizens felt so safe with protectors like these "Agh.." a sharp pain shotting through his head makes Adoneus flinch, he raises a hand and holds the back of his head, when he notices the warm and moist feeling of blood on his hand, the wound must have started to bleed again and already soaked the bandage around his head, worried the boy looks down at his blood smeared hand before looking for his sister in the crowd "Alix...? Alix...where are you?!" he tries to shout as quiet as possible to not disturb the funeral while holding the back of his head, searching his sister.
 
Uriel picked up Micheal, accepted the gift. "It's beautiful!. Really, it is. " he said, smiling softy to the child. He would have preferred him to give the gift at another time, but still, he didn't want to disappoint him. His eyes just looked so full of hope.

Then, Uriel heard someone calling for another person, but it wouldn't have had to seem so strange. If it wasn't for the desperate tone of the mans voice...
He put down the little kid " Go tell your mother how much I like It" Uriel told the kid, making sure he was a few steps away before pocketing the crystal brush and walking towards the sound he had heard before.

The archangel came across a whire haired man with blood on his hand. It had to be his blood, or so it seemed.
He gasped and approached the other " Sir... you should go to the hospital " he said in a soft voice. Where was his wound?... " Would you like me to take you there? We'll fly, it wont take long... " He said, putting his hand on the mans shoulder and looking around to see if the person he had been calling for, was coming.
 
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Maxwell Tethir
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The panicked call of a name rising over the subdued crowd drew Maxwell gaze from where he monitored the procession. He thought perhaps someone simply lost sight of their friend or family - a simple problem to solve this day - but as Maxwell caught sight of the man between the bodies of people, his eyes widened.

Ever the healer, he could see something was wrong in an instant and he moved towards the man with a quick, but sure, step. "Give him some room" he spoke to the men and women around him, urging them back as Uriel reached the sick man first. Sick, he was definitely sick. What was he doing at the funeral? He should be at Haven.

He came to their side, a hand pressing on his shoulder, pressing a calm sense of safety into his sickly soul while he nodded a brief, formal greeting to Uriel.

"Everything is alright." He said, encouraging his magic to sway the young man's fear. "Who are you calling out too?" The question was mostly meant to distract as Maxwell laid hid hands upon him with gentle, practiced ease, checking his wounds and his symptoms. The head wound being the most glaringly obvious, and he had taken to fever as well.
 
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Wheezing from the warmth he heat in his body Adoneus came to realization that he probably won't find his sister in the crowd now that he lost her "did she even notice that I am gone?" he wonders while wiping the cold sweat off his pale face, he closes his eyes when his surroundings begin to spin aroun him again, he hopes for it to stop when he can't see it, but he still feels the ground moving under his feet, it felt like a nightmare.
The touch of something on his shoulder tears him out of his thoughts, Adoneus opens his eyes and glances at his shoulder, his eyes widen upon the sight of a snake showing its venomous fangs, staring right at the boy who immadiately moves away whiel struggling to get rid of the snake, unaware of it being Uriel's hand, the high fever was now causing hallucinations.
Only after the shock, after failing to find the snake he just saw, he realizes that his mind was playing tricks on his, Adoneus looks up at the face of the person who approached him and gives off an apologetic smile while reaching for the wound below his white bloody hair on the back of his head "Uh, I am sorry, I just got easily scared for a second there..." he explains himself in his usual soft voice, in his struggle with the hallucination Adoneus hadn't heard what the Archangel said to him.
He notices some people around staring at him but tries to ignore it, did he really look that bad? His white hair made the red blood smears very visible, he didn't think of that in his discomfort.
Adoneus notices that another person had come to him, but before he can turn around to look he feels how a comforting calmness spread through his body, he hears the man ask him who he is calling out to and raises his head slightly to look at Maxwell, he didn't really pay much attention to details or his surroindings right now, he felt too horrible for that "M-my sister.." he gasps shortly, even talking felt exhausting.
 
Uriel, standing besides Maxwell and Adoneus

The archangel stepped asside, letting Maxwell get to the man. He knew he was leaving him in good hands.
Still he remained besides them, feeling nervous about the poor guy, not really knowing how he had gotten so sick, well, he clearly just hadn't been taken to Haven in time.

"Are you going to need any help? " Uriel asked Maxwell, looking at him and then at the people from the funeral. He had a speech to give at the Cathedral, but still, this man... he wanted to make sure he was alright.
 
Marketplace
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Maxwell Tethir
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The young man calmed at the touch and Maxwell breathed a sigh of relief. The way he had reacted to Uriel, an arch angel incapable of hurting a fly, did not boad well for his current state of mind. The head wound was festering, his fever high. How long had he remained like this without treatment?

There was little he could do now but move forward and deal with the problem at hand. Maxwell's expression smoothed into a smile. "Sister. Alix was it? We'll find her for you, but first you need to sit " He asked, focusing on the roughly treated head wound.

Uriel's question drew a brief glance, seeing his uncertainty. "I'll take care of him, but find someone to seek his sister. She couldn't have wondered too far." He encouraged as he guided the young man to a bench. The occupants scattered at Maxwell's quick order and he sat him down at the edge. Practiced fingers touched along the hot wound.

"What is your name?" A gentle, easy question as he pressed a healing touch against his fevered skin. Infection meant he couldn't heal it completely, directly, but it would help until he could get the young man to the Haven.
 
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By now Alix had noticed that she had lost her brother, a friend had approached her and she got lost in the conversation, the brown haired young woman sees a smaller crowd formed around something else, did something happen to her brother? Qucikly she squishes through the people surrounding Adoneus, Uriel and Maxwell, with a troubled expression she looks at them "Did something happen..? Is he alright?" she asks concerned for her brothers health, kneeling next to the bench, first looking at Adoneus to check if he is alright, before turning her attention to Maxwell.

Alix knew the man next to her brother, not personally but as a well known healer in New Eden, it must be luck that her brother encountered exactly him.
Before Aodneus could answer Maxwells' question his sister had rushed to him and asks if something happened, it seems more like the question was directed at the two men who found him, Adoneus turns his attention back at Maxwell "My name is Adoneus, Northstein, you may know the name, we have a bakery.." he mumbles with a faint smile on his lips.
 
Uriel nodded, watching them as Maxwell took care of the problem. He knew Adoneus would be in good hands with the experienced healer. " I will send a barn owl to check on him later. " Uriel said " anything you need, Maxwell, let me know. " He said, giving them a small smile. He was going to look for the guys sister when she came out of the crowd. Oh, there she was.

"He seems to be pretty sick. " Uriel answered her. " But he'll be in good hands with Maxwell, so do not worry. " He told her with a reassuring smile.

The young man mentioned the bakery that they had... ah yes, the archangel remembered said bakery, sometimes he bought their bread. "Yeah, I know the bakery... the bread you make is really nice. " He answered. In an attempt to maybe cheer the poor man a little. However, he had to get going, so he waved them goodbye, concern still being clearly read on his expression, and he gos lost among the people that followed the casket. He'd paint a barn owl later and he'd send it over to Haven if he was too busy, or maybe he'd visit himself.
 
Marketplace
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Maxwell Tethir
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"Thank you, Uriel," Maxwell said, though distracted there was an earnest familiarity in his voice. "Send my best with the Grandmaster." He added, fearing he may miss the final leg of the procession's journey - not that he really minded. He preferred the work and, right now, this boy needed him more than a dead Warden.

Carefully, Maxwell brushed through the young man's hair as he healed. The wound had closed as much as it could with his magic, but it was still swollen and hot to the touch. His free hand slid to his pouch where he drew out his own clean bandages and a cheesecloth bundled salve. A voice rose over the quiet murmuring and the slowly receding music and Maxwell's lips twitched into a brief smile. Ah, there she is, Maxwell's mind supplied as he heard the woman's concern while she approached. He glanced over to her, taking her in and giving her a reassuring nod, though he let Uriel answer her concerns for him as he worked to spread the salve along the new bandage.

Adoneus Northstein. Maxwell did not know the name until he mentioned the bakery. Ah, yes, he hadn't been personally, but some persistent patients has left treats from the place for him and his nurses. "Adoneus." He repeated the name as he began to wrap the bandages around his head. The cool salve pressing against the wound, "You'll be fine, when you're ready we'll walk to Haven together." He tied off the bandage as he looked to Alix. "What were you both doing here in the funeral procession?"
 
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Alix nods understanding when the Archangel tells her that Adoneus is in good hands now, she had no doubt in that, but nonetheless she was concerned, with a sigh she stands up again.
In the meantime Adoneus thanked Uriel "That is nice of you to say.." he says with a weak but benevolent smile which is a strong contrast to his pale sweaty skin.
Now the boy looks at his worried sister, he reaches out for her hand to gently grab it "I will be alright now, go back to mother, she sure needs help with the bakery" the white haired says trying to cheer his sister up, now it almost looked like she would be the ill one.

She already opens her mouth to refuse going back "... and tell mother that I love her, I promise to come back as soon as I can." Adoneus quickly adds to prevent his sister from refusing, to which Alix let's out a defeated sigh "Fine, but I will come visit you as soon as I can..!" she declares with a cheeky smile before she takes leave.

Now Adoneus could relax a bit better, seeing his family worried made him feel uneasy, with one hand he wipes through his sweaty face once again while Maxwell treats his wound, "How bad is it...?" he mumbles, flinching slightly at the burning sensation his wound emits, now without a family member watching he could ask questions about his health without worrying anyone.
He looks up expecting to see Uriel, but he wasn't there anymore, I didn't notice him leaving.. he thinks to himself while looking around.
 
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Maxwell Tethir
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Maxwell remained silent while the siblings said their goodbyes with soft, convincing words. He watched Adoneus as he did, the young man convinced his sister to leave with little effort and he smiled politely while she stepped away, leaving him and the procession to return, presumably, back to the family's bakery.

Maxwell was beginning to understand. Adoneus was only today going to go seek help for his wounds, but the procession was passing and he was separated from his sister almost immediately. Lucky he and Uriel found him. He watched Alix disappear in the crowd before he looked back to Adoneus. The man had relaxed somewhat, and his question was solemn and serious now. Amusement flickered across his expression. Brave-faced idiot he was. Maxwell decided not to make light of the situation.

"You let a wound, on your head, fester and infect. You're running a dangerous fever and had you waited until tomorrow, there would have been nothing I could do to return you to a functioning member of society." He said, packing away his supplies again, "However, you didn't wait, so there is hope yet." He promised as he took Adoneus' arm and guided him up to a stand. "Lets get you to Haven."
 
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Adoneus listened closely to what Maxwell had to say, not paying any attention to the crowd around them anymore, instead his eyes fixate the cobblestone below his feet in troubled thought, would it have been up to me to go or not, I would be dead tomorrow... he thought, realizing how foolish it was of him to want to stay home, If Alix wouldn't have forced me.... Adoneus quickly suppresses that thought, thinking of it that way he would only end up with self-loathing.

"Sounds like luck was on my side... " Adoneus says with an amused smile, for a moment he almost forgot about how horrible his body felt. He gets back on his feet, with Maxwell's help, shakily trying to find his balance while explaining "My mother always treated my wounds... and up until now nothing like this happened.." he pauses for a second, trying to remember if they did anything wrong this time, but he couldn't think of anything his mother did different this time "..but I don't know how long exactly I was unconscious after I hit my head, maybe long enough for it to become infected before I could apply myrrh to the wound."
 
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Maxwell Tethir
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Maxwell saw the look that crossed Adoneus' expression with a sort of distant satisfaction. Some of the worst injuries he had tended to were ones people tried to ignore or put off treatment. It always made things more challenging, the recovery time take longer, and it left people weaker. He supposed that came with the territory of healing. People just liked to find all sorts of ways to get themselves killed.

But when Adoneus spoke again, the perception shifted a bit in Maxwell's mind. Not ignoring it then, but treated by his mother. Not well enough, not quick enough. "Do you normally get wounded so badly?" He asked as he began to move, leading the shaken man towards Haven - thank god it was close by now. Had Adoneus been at the edge of town, Maxwell might have asked Uriel to follow through with his offer to fly him. He mentioned being knocked unconscious, and the way he had reacted earlier, made Maxwell wonder 'concussion', and he waited for the man to explain himself further.
 
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The fever that made Adoneus' mind all fuzzy, didn't prevent him from noticing the suspicion in Maxwell's question, now that he was ill the white haired had to be even more cautious about what he says. His sickness definitely made him a bit negligent, situations like these made his ability of trust-claiming come in handy.

"Not this badly, I guess it was just bad luck," he says with a friendly smile, looking straight at Maxwell, scrutinizing his face for a moment before focusing on walking again, his legs felt like they were made of pudding, which made it a bit difficult to walk, "-.. but yes, I often come home with a few wounds, I may be an adult by age now, but I still like to climb trees and such, I also do the deliveries for our bakery.. if one moves so much it is normal to trip and fall here and there.." he chuckled lighthearted, facing forward.
He blinked, did he just hear someone say his name? He took a peek to the side, then over his shoulder, nothing. Adoneus reaches for the back of his head again, pressing with two fingers lightly against the bandage in thought, he knew that the hallucinations are caused by his fever, but they were still troubling him.
 
Raakshdos, as played by Meliodas

Marketplace/Forum
Main Street
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It would have gone unnoticed, but flashes of a world at war seemed to plague him endlessly. He could see the bloody carnage, the sands of time remembering this era as one of death and dismay. Right now, it was simply the calm before the storm; the winds would rage, the waters would rise, and the sun would go black as night. Hope would be lost, with Aditi’s light extinguished in the hearts of man. With Raakshdos snapping out of his daydream, he peered through the crowd, his eyes focusing hard on the people’s faces. So much anguish existed among them, grave uncertainty as they not only looked at the casket but to him for qualities they only prayed he displayed in the days to come.

The procession seemed to almost come to a subtle halt as Raakshdos grew detached, stepping out of place and into the crowds, shoving past the Warden’s that lined the streets. People reached out to him, their hands gracing his armor as he weaved through the somber mob. “Maxwell?” One of his Warden’s. “What is this?” His attention was drawn to the man who clearly needed medical attention. “Don’t I know you, boy? Your mother…Solange right? Owns a bakery here in town?” It was quite remarkable that Raakshdos managed to recall such little details, even for someone many claimed was far from a man of the people.

“I honor your commitment in coming here today, but your health should be our first priority.” Many citizens around him simply stood quiet, observing the scene playing out. “That goes for all of you! In the days to come, we will care for one another, lean on one another… no citizen will go without in a city which still has so much to give!” Smiling at the crowd, he left Maxwell to his duties, which he trusted would be carried out flawlessly. Stepping back into the procession, the silence was broken as they instantly carried on like nothing had happened. They would reach the cathedral in only a matter of moments.
 
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