[Stingard's Ruins - West]<br/>As the ever growing group heads out into the pitch black night, the city gate slowly grinds to a close behind them. With their lights held high, they walk westward. The shadows shift upon the crumbled walls and cobbled streets filled with dying grass. Winding roads lead to deadends from collapsed buildings. Gusts of air cause the structures to stir, like a graveyard of carcasses scratching at their foundations. It was far from a pleasant stroll, the scene inspired feelings of dread. Sets of eyes would indeed be a chilling discovery for any patrolling watchmen.<br/>Within twenty or so minutes, everyone happens upon a crossroads, leading to the North, South, and farther West. The wooden sign remnants no longer hold a clue as to what the roads were once known as.<br/><br/>(OOC: I'll need perception checks, if your character is paying attention. If you're waiting on someone or don't have anything to post, just let us know in the OOC thread.)<br/><hr/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58849.msg2707736#msg2707736">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 05-02-2010, 03:12:28</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kachina would tosses a saucy smile towards the bartender.  As she glides in behind  Brandy.   Her sorceress robe clinging to her lithe curvy figure.  As her hips rolled in a sensual sash shay with her steps.    <br/><br/>Would slide into a seat across from Brandy.    Looking up to the server who Brandy just replied to.<br/><br/><em>"I'll have a elven wine if you have it."</em>  She would give in response.   Her gaze then darting to take in the hall decorations and other patrons.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>[Cayden's Hall]<br/>Many of the patrons appear to be off-duty soldiers, though civilians seem to enjoy the hall as well. It doesn't take long for the server to return with a couple drinks, just as ordered. He was a young lad, still in his teens. The constant orders gave him no time to rest, making it another busy night.<br/>Some played cards while they drank, others had only come for a meal and a story. On the other end of the hall a gentlemen plays a lively tune with his lute, taking requests for a small fee. Kachina and Brandy hadn't gone unnoticed, a few of the men had broken away from their conversations to stare and give catcalls. Brandy ignored them, instead focusing on her drink.<br/><strong>"Don't worry about hon, they're mostly harmless. Just don't provoke them or anything."</strong>, she says, starting up a conversation of her own.<br/>