[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Updates[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1] [b][color=6ecff6]Season:[/color][/b] Late Fall/Early Winter [b][color=6ecff6]Time Of Day:[/color][/b] Early Evening [b][color=6ecff6]Weather:[/color][/b] The air outside is becoming colder and the winds whip around slightly. [b][color=6ecff6]General Ambiance:[/color][/b] Things around the town seem calmer than they were; the stench is cleaning out now. Around the stockades though tensions are running high with the guards. [b][color=6ecff6]Location:[/color][/b] Hamlet of Salarn in the region of Gorlf just south of the Orc Settlement of Yzewz [b][color=6ecff6]Setting:[/color][/b] Within and Outside the Crossed Swords Tavern [hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]GM Controlled NPC [/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [center]~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~[/center] Femnal looked at the platter of food that Keystone bestowed on him and shook his head slightly; the man knew he needed to eat but he first needed to clean himself up and get his tavern back in order if he wanted anyone staying there that evening. Sighing, he weakly pushed himself up to his feet and ordered several of the tavern workers to get to cleaning up the place as he stumbled to his quarters. They were anything but pleased but this was the first time anything like this had happened, in fact it was a night full of firsts; the clearing out of the tavern, the apply off Femnals head, the.. well you know. Thankfully the concoction that Keystone had laid about the tavern was working well in clearing out the stench. Outside the tavern, the town was quieting down. People were either filing back into the Crossed Swords or making their way home for the evening. Up at the temple things were peaceful, being far enough away not to have been bombarded by the events. Several militia stood outside the front doors of the two story stone masonry building, keeping watch and guard. Seeing the approaching man they stiffened somewhat; evening during the day they did not see many approach the temple, it was not exactly a town of prayer though. “You there, why are you here?” one of the men asked as they pointed towards Keystone at his approach. The temple itself looked like so many others, the only difference was the emblem carved into the doors; a simple rose painted yellow. "Both of you, state your name and business." [hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=a187be][center]Kyra Altham[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [center][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Stockades [b][color=a187be]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Ash, Lob, Sundos, Lucan, Marcus, Two Militia Guards [/center] [center]~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~[/center] Kyra perked a brow as more joined her at the stockades, she wasn’t expecting more to show up but then again what all could she expect in such a situation or town. This was not like her home, either of them. Nodding in slight greeting towards Sundos before turning her attention back over to the one in the cell. She had to wonder why he would be locked up, did they not know he was not a full orc? Or was there something more. Lobs words made her stop, Sana? She knew that name but how would he? [color=a187be]"Sana? No, I am not Sana. Are you speaking of an archer who dances?”[/color] Kyra asked perplexed. If he knew Sana that would change things a bit. Rubbing her temples she glanced over her shoulder and spotted Lucan as he came into view. [color=a187be]"Actually, I think he is,”[/color] Kyra said before standing and glaring at the two guards. [color=a187be]"Why is locked up like an animal?”[/color] she demanded to know. “He’s an orc!” one exclaimed. [color=a187be]"No he isn’t you idiot. He is half,”[/color] she snapped as her fists balled up. “So? Half, full, no difference. He is the enemy,” the other man barked. Kyras eyes narrowed at their stupidity as she took a step forward, both men pointing their spears at Kyra as if they defending against an attack that was about to come. [color=a187be]"Wow, you’re dumber than you look. There is a huge difference. As much as there is between a Dwarf and an Elf. Now let him out of there,”[/color] she demanded, Ash growled low as he bared his teeth and stepped between Kyra and the guards. “Like hell we will,” they said in unison; their voices trembling slightly as their eyes drifted to Ash and then back to Kyra. The pale archer groaned inwardly, this was going to be a bit more of a pain than she had hopped. “What is going on here?” Marcus yelled as he came around the corner to see the group there before the prisoner. The stopped in his tracks and looked the group over. “Get away from him, he’s dangerous Kukuwa,” he implored Kyra.