Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151108001053/@comment-5543592-20151108013409

Ash fell from the sky over Mournhold.

Alecos picked at his teeth with a toothpick sitting atop the building's flat roof, his legs dangling over the edge.

Creighton stood just a ways behind him, leaning against the chimney, arms crossed.

Mournhold was massive. Over a million serfs lived in the city. They worked in it's smelters, cleaned it's streets, served it's noblemen. They worked the boats that came in and out of the city's ports, by either sea or river. They were many times the population of both the nobles, the ruling population of Mournhold, and by extension, the Ashen Empire. And they were many times the size of the Sixth House, the religious sect that organized and dedicated the worship of both Dagoth Ur and the Akulakhan. Yet...

"There's never been a rebellion inside the city, Creighton." Alecos suddenly said. "There have been many outside, none were successful of course, but never inside this city."

There came a knock on the door of Kan's room at the inn. There was very little question of who it could be.