[ic=Stroll]Walking, the fastest pace possible in the ankle deep sludge drowning the streets, illusionary signs flashing bright in the darkness. Some signs are static, glowing beacons announcing dice-dens and the lairs of card sharks. Others are motile, draining their glyphs to make them that much more alluring, inviting. Stylized buildings rose on each side of the lane, here an abandoned shrine of the Illustrious Church of the Divine Dragon Turtle occupying a corner. The clergy had moved to the newly constructed fane in a better part of town, where the streets are cobbled and warrior-monks patrol the night. Others were shops or tenements, the only way to tell the difference was the former had gaudier phantom markings the front.
Walking past an alley, several trolls could be seen sitting in the shadows. Their rough hewn bodies with tusked faces, glowing yellow phosphor-paint gang marks still fresh on their stony arms. Must be fresh from Chthon, this part of town was Cambrian territory, the violent pink marked gang would be along soon to inform them of their error. Walking down the street were a pair of Abyssal Ones, pale skin covered with sealskin and hundreds shark teeth, saw-toothed and razor sharp, not so different from what filled their smirking mouths. Bulbous black eyes stared at fellow walkers, heavy crossbows hanging from whale skin bandoliers belied their frail looking bodies. In front of the temple stood an afrit, a low brow hat covering his rams horns and a long heavy coat obscuring the rest of him. A copper tube dangled between fingers filled with doped sulphur, dripping blood red melted sulphur and molten copper while the tip blazed an eerie blue. The afrit took a long drag then exhaled a sulphurous breath, light glinting off his brass teeth.
Half a dozen streets, dozens of other walkers and scores of garish flashing illusions later I arrived at a dark limestone building. Unlike its confederates it only had a single flashing sign, that of a large white bird at rest. Chiselled glyphs proclaimed it The White Raven's Roost while two golems flanked the door. Expensive golems, made from bright white clay to contrast their black suits and sable half-capes. They block the entrance until appropriate citizenship glyphs are show, providing the phantom portrait matches the real life visage.[/ic]
[ooc]I'll be posting bits and pieces of ideas here. Generally these are offshoots of whatever I'm currently working on that don't fit but I'm still fond of.[/ooc]
Expensive Golems, Mind you. Not the cheap, half-assed kind...
Feels like a mix of Blade Runner and Star Wars, but with magic & monsters instead of aliens and technology.
The Layout is a bit weird. Is it intentional?
Quote from: Drama LlamaThe Layout is a bit weird. Is it intentional?
Nope sorry, didn't noticed. I fixed it up. It was related to using Notepad with word wrap enabled I believe.