SolkarOfRavnica

After their wayward adventure in armor fitting, Firnen, Lethe, and Deirdre had decided they might as well watch some of the day's coliseum matches together. None of them really had other plans for the day, so when Lethe suggested the idea it hadn’t taken much to convince the other two to join him. He had taken a liking to the combat sports practiced there over the past months he and his coterie had been spending in the area. They would need to go home soon, there was no telling what sort of problems their absence had allowed to move into the territory, but he was confident they would visit more now. Firnen was interested in the treasures the champions could win. She had gotten fit for armor to have a go at earning her own to add to her collection. Deirdre and Lethe weren't convinced their companion for the day wasn’t a dragon in disguise at this point. And Deirdre was curious to see the spectacle. She hadn’t really made a habit of it before, adventuring being her area of expertise

The storm was starting to abate just a little finally. The winds had been howling and rain falling in sheets for the past day. And with the lingering thick cloud cover it was very hard to tell the time of day. But Carrion was pretty sure it was dusk at the earliest. But as dark as it was it should be night. She had spent the day with Mizrak as his guest at the palace. Omen had too, but the half skeletal pharaoh was still sleeping now that the storm had calmed to a light drizzle.  “What are you thinking about so hard?” Mizrak appeared in the doorway to find Carrion staring out the window.  Carrian made a dismissive sound, “I’m not thinking that hard. The view from here is pretty.” Mizrak moved to join her and look out. They were higher up than most of the city here so could see much of it sprawling out and away. With the rain gradually slowing the visibility was good enough to see glittering lights from countless windows sheltered street lamps. It was like looking at an artificial

Dawn was washing over the city in an array of pink and gold, it was still early enough that the streets weren’t overly packed with people going about their daily business or enjoying the day’s festivities and markets. Yet. Lethe was sure that would change soon and make his little shopping quest all the more troublesome. And there were already more people and other nemeions around than he really wanted to bother with. Hopefully he could find some suitable gifts and get back to the others before things got too crazy.  “Hello, do you happen to know where a shop that sells shiny rocks might be?” Firnen appeared. The strange green cat with her mutations, not wholly unlike the champion Sildurh’s, was a newer acquaintance of Lethe’s. They had meet on a wild goose chase of an adventure and it seemed that the green nemeion might be lost in the city again.  “I think I saw one a few stalls back that way yesterday? I was sort of wanting to look around in it too if its open this early, why don’t

Felagi would never have admitted it to the cocky bachelor that had ‘stolen’ her, but she had been getting tired from all the running. But with Helhiem’s appearance, the tables had turned drastically. The usually quiet stallion with his mismatched eyes looked about as furious as Felagi had ever seen him, and it was pretty clear to her that the younger bachelor didn’t stand a chance against him even before the fight began. The bay bachelor started to say something arrogant, but before the words could leave his mouth Helhiem had slammed full force into him. The bachelor was knocked out of the way and his breath was similarly knocked from his lungs. Coughing as he tried to recover he had time enough to fully pin his ears back before Helhiem was reared back on his hind legs and lashing out with his front hooves. The dark stallion’s teeth were bared and he was going for a grab on the bachelor’s neck.  Making perhaps the first good decision he had made so far, the bachelor pivoted and

The city was very loud today. The weather was nice and it seemed everyone had decided to to take the opportunity to spend the day roaming the streets and attending to errands. The area around the coliseum was no different and it didn’t take Firnen long to get lost. So many new sights, sounds, and smells. She had an appointment to have armor fitted to her so that she could get her own set soon, but… she wasn’t sure how to get to the armor shop she was meant to be finding. Focused on the signs she didn’t notice the long legged and rather fluffy pharaoh cat in the path until she had run squarely into her.  “Sorry!” The pink-ish stranger yelped. Firnan wasn’t sure why she was apologizing really, but at least she didn’t seem upset.  “No, it was my fault.” Firnan shook her head as she stepped back to give the stranger space, “I wasn’t watching where I was going. I’m Firnen, who are you?” “Deirdre… I wasn’t watching where I was going either though. I’m a little lost if truth be told. I’m far

It was pretty clear that a storm was coming. Carrion eyed the darkening sky. It looked like it was getting late, but she knew that it was barely past midday at the earliest. The wind had kicked up and howled as it raced through the allies and streets of the city. She and Omen had been lurking on the outskirts of the city since the conclusion of all the coliseum festivities, and had been debating their next move. Neither of them cared much for love based festival that had taken the city by storm, but they also didn’t have any special plan for where to go next. They did each feel like they were missing something or someone in their pack, but neither had managed to figure that feeling out.  All that aside though, they needed to find a good abandoned shelter to slink into tonight. Staying out in what was pretty clearly going to be a doozy of a storm wasn’t going to be a good time. But… where could they go?  “Are you lost?” Carrion didn’t recognize the voice, but whoever he was, he

Acheron wondered if the city was ever not having some festival or other. It seemed like the previous celebrations at the great coliseum had barely concluded before the streets were littered with new decorations, banners, and tents of merchants pedaling all manner of festive food and trinkets. This time instead of violence, the celebrations seemed to be focused on love, so she supposed it made sense to some extent. Maybe to remind everyone that both were important aspects of life? Either way, Acheron was happy at all the new opportunities to… collect some new coins. Maybe ones she didn’t already have in her hoard of a collection back home. A sudden flash of brownish fluff from a side street dashing out to the street caught the big regal’s attention.  Narrowing her yellow eyes at the movement, Acheron was surprised to see fluffy ball of a domestic nemeion dashing to a pair of unattended sandals, scooping one up in his jaws, and then bolting down a side street. A human shouted after the

The decorations for the… well it wasn’t a ‘little party’, but it wasn’t a full on gala or anything either. Just nice kick off to the months festivities with seemingly everyone being invited. Cats and people were everywhere as were the food, drinks,and festive decorations. Most of the attendees had dressed up for the occasion or otherwise made themselves presentable, though at minimum Byron hadn’t bothered. Maybe a little bit, but the massive nemeion’s brown and black fur was still semi matted and claw marks were still obviously in the process of healing from the recent arena fights he had been in. Lavinia, in contrast, had her fur gleaming and shiny like snow glittering under the light of the sun. Noct Vir and Requiem were lurking in a corner surrounded by festive pink and white decorations contrasting with their bright crimson markings. They looked like they had had a solid bath as well for the occasion and probably could have blended into a fancy gala just as well as they blended

Lethe looked up at the darkened night sky. He’s lost twice against Sildurh now, and tonight was his last chance to beat the quick chimeric champion. At the last time he would be able to try during this year’s festival. He didn’t have high hopes for his odds. Sildurh was formidable and already had him beat 2 to 0 in their previous engagements. The arena was still supposed to be set up with terrain features and ruins to use as a bit of a dramatic setting as well as objects to interact with and fight around. Lethe liked that style better. It was more like what he was familiar with fighting to keep threats out of the coterie’s territory and such. One against one was still different and the loose rules of a staged engagement like this for sport and spectacle changed a lot about his usual fighting, but it was nice. Fun even.  He could understand why cats like Sildurh and the other champions of the Caesar made it their life. He had heard tales of illegal places where he doubted anyone would

Lethe and Byron both weren’t certain how exactly it had become their job to help train Bruno to fight nemeions one on one, but Byron was pretty certain it was Lavinia’s doing. That was the main reason he had agreed to keep at it. He wasn’t certain about Lethe, but he suspected it had to do with his small albino companion’s infectious excitement about the whole thing. Some time between the initial arguing with the dog and trying to demonstrate why it was a bad idea for him to fight nemeions, Lavinia had become quite invested in the whole saga and she taken to setting up training times and scheming up different scenarios to try. It was a bit of a game for her really. Lethe was still in the city waiting for his final match against Sildurh, so had ultimately agreed to continue helping with the adventure that was teaching Bruno new fighting techniques.  And they had been making progress. Byron wasn’t the most talkative but he conveyed his points concisely and when his description was