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  1. Living in Alethea was always a trial of making the best out of a bad situation. It was hard to live in, even harder to make a living, but people got by as best as they could. Here in this city, controversy was always just around the corner... "Thirty gold coins for a vial of disgusting weeds? This is highway robbery!" Squawk! "You no like, you get out! Bleak Beak doesn't run charity." Squawk! In the outskirts of Dreadfeather territory, there was an argument of prices going on between a human alchemist and an arakkoan merchant. The alchemist, dressed in the casual robes that allowed for ease of movement as well as warmth, felt the ingredients he was buying were too expensive. On the other hand, the merchant finds it fair in that he must cover the expenses of having a stall out on this street, to pay his dues to the Dreadfeathers, and for the collection of the herbs. Regardless of who is correct in this situation, tempers were flaring and more than a few feathers were being rustled. "Is this even fresh Gloomthistle? If it's not fresh my potion is going to rot before I can even deliver it." "You doubt freshness?" Squawk! "Bleak Beak has most fresh ingredients." Squawk squawk! "Very fresh, yes. You pay, now." She wore a colorful arrangement of greens and yellows, complementing her similar plumage as her black beaked head twitched this way and that. Sighing in frustration, the alchemist knew he was likely being cheated in this deal, but he didn't have much choice in the matter. There weren't many merchants that had Gloomthistle, and the ones that did have it weren't keen on selling to those part of the Human Coalition. Just finding this one that was willing to look the other way was lucky enough, maybe he shouldn't press it any harder. "Fine, thirty gold it is." Laying down the coins on the counter, he grabbed the vial and made a face at the bird woman. "You and your damn kind." He muttered. After responding with a an irritated squawk, the merchant gathered her money and deposited it into a small chest under her counter top. Racism was a common fixture among Alethea. There was always someone to hate, someone to shove the blame onto, and most times one wasn't wrong in that assessment. Bleak Beak didn't care much for the other races, but as long as their money was good, she would tolerate them.
  2. @King THE MADAME LINDA LINDA There was the woman, standing, waiting patiently for people that were unsure to come. If this was another time, another life then those people, her loyal subordinates, all would have come running to her, their leader and master, with their adorable tails wagging in joy. But not now, not here, not ever. Was it wrong then for her to expect that much from them? Even after all these years that she had disappeared? They all thought she was dead but now the truth has come to light and she had survived Shawnee. She lived but at what cost? The cartel was gone, the Mistress dead forever. Now she’s living a new name, a new life and yet here she is asking help for the friends and family she had once left. Woe the poor woman. But somewhere in this desert lies that forbidden item that the woman desired. She would stoop low even to an unimaginable level, so long as she can claim that object as her own. It was, of course, an artifact whose myths and stories are bigger than legends. The woman who calls herself the Madame, she will claim for herself. No matter the cost. For now, however, the woman lies in wait, the sandy breeze slowly blasting her figure with its coarse particles. Yet her eyes were ever focused on the horizon. Watching. Waiting. Until the cherished moment has arrived. But not yet. Not now. Soon. Perhaps. @Rin @vielle
  3. In the hot sands and wastes an Oasis lies in wait. Welcoming to all who wish to enter, formidable to those that wish to do harm. Guarded by a tribe of women selected at birth from their tribes, the newly rebuilt Temple of the Sun Goddess towers above the blowing sands. Sandstone pillars become only visible to the weary eye once travelers have already reached the first guard posts set to keep watch. Amazonian like women, covered head to toe, carrying weapons as big as they check all who wish to enter. From there all guests will be led towards a large gate, behind it the temple accessible only when all weapons have been checked and handed over, guests searched and questioned, and then allowed entrance. A scene quite surprising for the wastes stretches around the temple itself. The only natural spring for hundreds of miles feeds lush plants and supports the keeping of massive war elephants. Priestesses tend the plants and animals diligently and carefully, trying to regrow what was destroyed when the temple was raided and sacked. Smaller housing, built into the walls surrounding the temples houses the priestesses, their fated ones and even children. Many of them still unoccupied and unused as the temples Priestesses were killed in the raid, active recruiting still has not restored it to its previously bursting capacity. A somewhat larger home lays in the very back of the Oasis, hidden amongst the plants and elephants and trickling stream that runs through it. This is the High Priestesses residence, it is here that Khepri, restorer of the temple of the Sun Goddess lives. It is to her that all that enter the Oasis answer to. In the center of the Oasis sits the beautiful and glorious temple. Open to the air on the sides with a ceiling that reaches high, it boasts several small side rooms and one large main one. The side rooms are used to store sacred items, perform healing or for the priestesses to pray. The center of the temple once boasted a beautiful and large statue of the Sun Goddess, now only its crumbled remains exist as the official temple architect has yet to discover the same type of stone it was once built out of. With the exception of the Temple Architect, men are not allowed within the temples walls. They are welcomed within the Oasis itself, but entering the temple is punishable by death.