<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Marked</span></span></div><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=18&amp;t=42978&amp;start=0">OOC</a><br/><br/>The sun was barely scraping the bitter grey sky as the town of Gandara rose from their beds and began the rhythms of the day. The fishermen went out into the sea to hunt for the day’s catch, but never too far. Merchants went into town to haggle with villagers and travelers over goods of varying value. The cold made people hurry through their business, eager to return home.<br/><br/>Ahnva sat cross-legged on a large crate she had commandeered from an exasperated dwarf merchant who had no room in his wagon for an empty box. No doubt he would regret that decision later. For now, though, it contained Ahnva’s latest artifact for merchants who traded in Enthal. If the one she had agreed to meet here would ever arrive.<br/><br/>Uneasily, she rubbed her shoulder where her mark lay- it was raised from her skin, and it was easy to trace the mark. Why had he wanted to meet here, of all places? Gandara had already driven out several inhabitants for being marked. Who knew what they would do to a stranger with it. For now, she sat rigid, and waited.<br/><br/>Far off from Gandara, a hooded figure drew closer on the back of a black horse whose form wavered as it walked. Many marked were in this town, and he the ideal time to strike was near. He smiled hungrily and advanced.