[color=gray][indent][right][h1][color=008080]Introduction[/color][/h1][/right][/indent][right][sub][color=008080]Mentions:[/color] Everyone [color=008080]Location:[/color]Solyanik - Allyanik[/sub][/right][hr]
[indent][url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/540b5562-203e-4c11-bca1-fa485be5d14a.png][color=c1cdcd]Solyanik[/color][/url]. The third capital-city of Allyanik. Situated at a halfway point between the Mallaene Mountains and Barras' bay, and resting nestled just north of Barras' river, Solyanik serves as the most highly-populated stronghold which dare stand against the expanding wickedness which seeps out of the Mallaene Mountains.

The people of Solyanik, whom number roughly fifteen-hundred, are varied, and more importantly, stubborn. With the longest history of any city in Allyanik, its inhabitants are loathe to leave it. Those who visit the town soon come to realize its hardiness even without explanation. The western-most establishments - homes, businesses, and administrative buildings alike - are all laden with scars. Claw marks, gouges, scorch marks, and all matter of wounds mark almost every building from all sides. It is clear that the people of Solyanik do not simply live here - they [i]survive[/i] here. Even if barely.

The truth of the matter is, Solyanik's fifteen-hundred people is a shadow of what it once was. And it's only getting worse. And the same can be said for every town that stands in the way of Xepreath's chaotic nature.

But.. that's why we're here.[/indent]
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The morning was warm, the almost-humid air thick with the scent of morning dew and churned dirt. The dark, worn leather of Sen Rak's boots ground against the bits of soil and gravel that were strewn across the aged cobble of one of Solyanik's main streets. She was one to sleep early and wake earlier, and having done so, decided to take a personal look at the state of the city's defenses by herself - and though she and her squad had done so briefly already the evening before, it was easier to focus when she was alone. Now, her stroll carried her back on her way to the "Toremont Inn", where she had stayed the previous night with her squad: Aren, Lillian, and Tarrot.

The people of Solyanik seemed equally inclined to wake early, as the streets were decently populated at the current hour, which could be assumed to be somewhere around seven o'clock. The town around the Toremont Inn was one of business. A couple general stores, several smiths, a Marshal's stables, and several other manners of shops. There was, notably, little in the way of non-functional establishments. No discernible jewelry shops, and tailors of fine clothing seemed few, in turn.

Of course, this wasn't on Sen Rak's mind. She simply enjoyed experiencing the air outside of what she considered a "stuffy motel". In truth, it was of moderate quality and more than capable of meeting their needs. Those needs being a place to stay just for the previous night. Now, they would see to meeting the squad they'd be joining up with. Through carrier, the meeting place was decided to be a Tavern not too far from the Toremont inn, a tavern called the "Tipsy Tumbler".

Finally, Sen Rak managed to reach the two-story Toremont Inn. She made her way inside, the spring-hinged doors that filled most of the doorway pushing to the side with ease. Her eyes smoothly scanned the lobby-room, searching for her compatriots, if they had even made their way downstairs yet.

It mattered not, though - Sen Rak would be making her way to the main bar regardless, and would haphazardly toss her rump into one of the sturdy stools as she rocked into the counter, then settling into a comfortable position, one of her large arms lain across the bar. The barkeep, a middle-aged human man who was quick to approach her as she sat, seemed entirely unintimidated by her large stature, and addressed her while vigorously scrubbing a large tumbler with an aged rag.

[color=c1cdcd]"Welcome back, what can I getcha-"[/color]

[color=B6A791]"Drink."[/color] The gruff response came suddenly, but the man seemed unphased as he turned to retrieve some form of alcohol from a shelf nearby. [color=B6A791]"Strong drink."[/color]

It was but a moment later that Sen Rak was swilling down the drink as she waited for her team to gather for their departure.
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