Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151209203133/@comment-5583506-20151213033651

Myvryna hurried away from the building, constantly looking over her shoulder as if to make sure that she wasn't followed by guards or anything. She pulled a hood over her head as she once again felt the ash flakes upon her skin.

The Runaway Bride has no class, he kept telling himself.

The speakeasy was a literal place where the sins of humanity could be acted upon out in the open without anyone wearing as much as a frown. In some shady nook a courtesan was ravaged by two street thugs. At a table there was a game of Liar's Dice ongoing whereupon someone had managed to incorporate fixed dices and was thus paid in kind by being give a clean shave; a red smile from ear to ear on top of his jugular.

Danric just kept going and turned a blind eye to all the revelry around him. He just narrowly managed to avoid the pools of vomit mixed with blood upon the blackened wooden floor. He strode his path down to a door at the far end of the inn as the screams of pain, pleasure and cheering died off in the distance.

He knocked three times and waited patiently for the voice from the other side of the door. "Who's there?"

"Danric", grunted the assassin.

There was the sound of hinges unlocking and the door slid open to reveal a small gathering of characters who were anything else but defenders of the peace. "We have been expecting you, Shiv", smirked the toothless door guard.