Intro
The wind blew cold, specs of white drifted down from the skies above as the Earth became blanketed in it's morning snow. The cold was not too bad today. For the last week the snow had been so thick you could not see your hand if you extended it more than a foot away. People were out and about, but they weren't being leisurely about their day. They knew this was just the calm of the storm and often the calm comes right before the worst of it all. So the people of this city of survivors were doing what they had always done, survived. Some took to the forest to gather wood to keep their homes warm. Other went to the local fur shops to stock up, furs were especially cheap as of late despite the demand brought by the storm. There had just been so much supply in the Fall that it had carried over through the Winter. It was better to spend a few coin on a coat than to spend time hunting and cleaning your own.
The cold was not that bad, the people of this city were used to it. If there were not a chill in their bones something was not right. The closest the people of this city got to warmth was through the blasting of the mines in the search of precious ore. Those days were all but in the past now. The occasional miner would still search the tunnels from time to time but the mountains had been dry for the last four years. It was during these four years that the focus of business switched from mining to fur and lumber trade, which only resulted in such high supply that those businesses suffered as well. Without a strong enough demand for supplies lumber and fur were practically given away. The only good that had come of the excess supplies was that they had kept people alive during this unforeseen storm that had kept people from traveling more than a mile from the cities walls.
There were those however, that were not so used to cold climates. They were The White Cross soldiers that had been stationed in the city just before the storm came in and trapped them there. They had been sent in by the king under the order that they would put a stop to the riots that had been going on. Riots that were a result of poverty, disease, and hunger that in turn was a result of the mines running dry a few years back. Everyone had suffered from the economic depression but some suffered a little less than others. There were still wealthy people in the city. They too had suffered a loss of money but they still had manors overlooking the city from the cliffs above. They may have had to cut down on their spending but they didn't go nights without eating. Because of this those that did go nights without eating, without the warmth of bed sheets, or without medicine, looked to these people as thieves. Thieves that stayed safe within their homes as others suffered. It was because of this people took to their torches and began burning homes down and assaulting owners. It was because of those arsonist acts and batteries that The White Cross was sent in before things got worst. At first this worked. Pitch forks couldn't get past layers of heavily plated armor. But then the storm came in and these temporary peace keepers weren't so temporary. Now they were the embodiment of suppression and they were everywhere.
There was another group that was not so used to the brisk climate. They were the Illuminous. These cloaked rebels were from lands to the south. Lands of sun and sand. A place where you were layers of clothing not to for warmth but to keep your perspiration from leaving the body and dehydrating you to the point of unconsciousness and later death. These men and women had come for much needed supplies. Supplies for war in the name of peace, for these sand dwellers had an enemy of their own at home. One that had ruled their lands for generations and one the Illuminous would like brought down. They had come to the city seeking supplies but instead they found ashes. Embers of people and their homes that the Illuminous had once done business with. Without those contacts they were forced to seek other means of gathering resources. There were two things the Illuminous were good at. Vanishing and eliminating targets, which is precisely what some individuals were willing to hire them for.
This is a city of survivors. This is a city of cold. This is a city in which people would rise and others would fall. This is Urbi Lupi... The City of Wolves.
The wind blew cold, specs of white drifted down from the skies above as the Earth became blanketed in it's morning snow. The cold was not too bad today. For the last week the snow had been so thick you could not see your hand if you extended it more than a foot away. People were out and about, but they weren't being leisurely about their day. They knew this was just the calm of the storm and often the calm comes right before the worst of it all. So the people of this city of survivors were doing what they had always done, survived. Some took to the forest to gather wood to keep their homes warm. Other went to the local fur shops to stock up, furs were especially cheap as of late despite the demand brought by the storm. There had just been so much supply in the Fall that it had carried over through the Winter. It was better to spend a few coin on a coat than to spend time hunting and cleaning your own.
The cold was not that bad, the people of this city were used to it. If there were not a chill in their bones something was not right. The closest the people of this city got to warmth was through the blasting of the mines in the search of precious ore. Those days were all but in the past now. The occasional miner would still search the tunnels from time to time but the mountains had been dry for the last four years. It was during these four years that the focus of business switched from mining to fur and lumber trade, which only resulted in such high supply that those businesses suffered as well. Without a strong enough demand for supplies lumber and fur were practically given away. The only good that had come of the excess supplies was that they had kept people alive during this unforeseen storm that had kept people from traveling more than a mile from the cities walls.
There were those however, that were not so used to cold climates. They were The White Cross soldiers that had been stationed in the city just before the storm came in and trapped them there. They had been sent in by the king under the order that they would put a stop to the riots that had been going on. Riots that were a result of poverty, disease, and hunger that in turn was a result of the mines running dry a few years back. Everyone had suffered from the economic depression but some suffered a little less than others. There were still wealthy people in the city. They too had suffered a loss of money but they still had manors overlooking the city from the cliffs above. They may have had to cut down on their spending but they didn't go nights without eating. Because of this those that did go nights without eating, without the warmth of bed sheets, or without medicine, looked to these people as thieves. Thieves that stayed safe within their homes as others suffered. It was because of this people took to their torches and began burning homes down and assaulting owners. It was because of those arsonist acts and batteries that The White Cross was sent in before things got worst. At first this worked. Pitch forks couldn't get past layers of heavily plated armor. But then the storm came in and these temporary peace keepers weren't so temporary. Now they were the embodiment of suppression and they were everywhere.
There was another group that was not so used to the brisk climate. They were the Illuminous. These cloaked rebels were from lands to the south. Lands of sun and sand. A place where you were layers of clothing not to for warmth but to keep your perspiration from leaving the body and dehydrating you to the point of unconsciousness and later death. These men and women had come for much needed supplies. Supplies for war in the name of peace, for these sand dwellers had an enemy of their own at home. One that had ruled their lands for generations and one the Illuminous would like brought down. They had come to the city seeking supplies but instead they found ashes. Embers of people and their homes that the Illuminous had once done business with. Without those contacts they were forced to seek other means of gathering resources. There were two things the Illuminous were good at. Vanishing and eliminating targets, which is precisely what some individuals were willing to hire them for.
This is a city of survivors. This is a city of cold. This is a city in which people would rise and others would fall. This is Urbi Lupi... The City of Wolves.
