The Legends of Laranya IC
The blue sky was bright, not a single cloud to block out the sun; making this a rather hot day for late summer in Laranya City. The town was bustling, as usual, in the midday heat--some people were off to the stalls to buy goods, others were on their farms, tending to their crops and anxiously awaiting the fall harvest. Soldiers clad in light armor walked the streets in groups of two or four, patrolling the busy streets and keeping an eye out for those who might be up to no good. The walls, towering high above the city, were made of white-gray brick and archers perused the top, keeping watch for trouble outside the city.
In the center of town, the Bazaar was even more crowded than usual. The town crier stood in the center of the area, between rows upon rows of stalls and shops, yelling out the daily news. Today, there was nothing unusual going on. "Just a reminder!" the young man yelled into the crowd of shoppers, "The gates close at 7:00 pm, and not a second later! NO ONE is allowed to leave the city after this time, no exceptions!" He largely went ignored as people clad in tunics and robes or trousers and capes cluttered the area looking for rare goods or food, or weapons, or all three, or something entirely different. Almost anything could be found for trade in the town square. Anything legal, anyway. And, if one were so inclined, they could find the illegal stuff on the black marker after nightfall. This was a large bustling capitol city, and there was a lot to be found in the city of Laranya, the oldest human city in the land.
Amidst all of this hustle and bustle stood a man dressed in a silver cloak trimmed in blue. He carried with him a staff he used as a walking stick, his bright green eyes surveying the area around him as he pushed past denizens of this city. His hair was the color of freshly fallen snow, and streaked with silver. His belt, which tied his robes at the waist, was deep navy blue. He was on his way to the local sorcery shop, simply to gaze at the merchandise. If there was something truly rare or worthwhile, he would consider buying it; but he mostly enjoyed looking. What neither SilverWolf, nor anyone else in Laranya City knew, is that their day was about to turn from normal to very, very bad.