Most shops, parlors, workshops, and other businesses are found here, as well as the homes of those wealthy who are not of royal title. Guilds bleed the citizens dry of coin through taxes and fees. Trade is limited in Quacia, and supplies can be expensive.
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After practicing some defiance with her mentor (and getting burned in the process), Cierne changes tactics and learns more about empathy as per Everton’s request. Things get a little deep near the end and it isn’t what Cierne expected to happen at all.
44th of Vhalar, Arc 720
After Everton had secured a thick bandage loosely around Cierne’s recently burned hand, he led her to the living room and sat her down on the floor next to the fire that was waging inside the fireplace. He joined her, crossing his legs and placing his hands palm down on...
Woe visits a certain tea house and saloon in the Gleam. There he meets a group of like-minded individuals who are interested in discussing politics, philosophy, and revolutionary propositions.
While getting some fresh air to help with (yet another) hangover, Cierne comes across two fighting boys. Curious, she aims to know the cause of the fight by using empathy.
26th of Saun, Arc 720
Cierne had been told by Everton that fresh air and clean water were two very promising ways to get rid of a hangover. She had asked him where he had gotten his facts unless he himself had been a heavy drinker (because he wasn’t anymore, at least to her knowledge), because it...
24th of Saun, Arc 720
Upon observing just how cacophonous the tavern was, Cierne began to wonder if today was some sort of holiday and she just wasn’t aware of it.
Large groups continuously flowed in through the front doors, claiming tables far too small for the size of their parties. She had...
30th of Saun, Arc 720
People say you remember where you were during a traumatic experience or natural disaster. Cierne would definitely remember where she was during the earthquake that struck Quacia, though her location was nowhere important and she wouldn’t dare tell anyone if they asked.
After following one of the wayward house children, Cierne finds out that they have started a fight with someone of questionable sexuality. She intervenes which puts strain on their relationship.
1st of Saun, Arc 720
Quinn was up to something, she just knew it. Though, she didn’t know what it was, she was determined to find out.
Over the course of the last several days he had been acting a little strange. Well, stranger than he usually was. He was seemingly more closed off, less social,...
4th of Saun, Arc 720
The bar was uncharacteristically quiet tonight. Cierne didn’t mind this though. It offered her more one on one time with her patrons. Those that came up to the bar and ordered a drink could actually spend more time talking to the bartender, spilling their half drunken secrets...
The walk from the Shanty would take Woe breaks before he saw the road that'd take him straight home. As his blade pierced and then sliced out from the brunette woman's neck, exhaustion began hit him. He did what he could, making a...
Oy, master, gotcher shit right here. Fleaface said, taking a bloody rag off of his head, where the Theocratic priests had tried to carve a sigil onto his skin. Woe didn't want to know how he'd reacted to the attempt. Best he keep his troubles with the local clergy...
Beneath the Undercroft to the mansion Woe inhabited, a set of cages had been installed. Built of sturdy iron and steel, he’d spent much of the onyx that the sneak had given him on having them installed. Of course, the workmen assured him that they...
The season of perpetual daylight had driven him to it. The last arc, he'd not experienced a similar malaise during Saun. And then he'd been in the depths of Rhakros, fighting his mother's silly war. Yet with the onset of this arc's...
With both hands, Soraia worried at the golden twine that gathered a long brown braid over her shoulder. Had she a reflective surface it might've gone better. But the ends split where the twine wove into her hair. There were some...
“Why do you keep looking around?” whispered Luiza while she stood beside Juliano, along the pews of the main temple that served those who resided in Gleam. It wasn’t as fancy as the Citadel of Truth in Fortress, but far fancier than the various...
You're a soldier, now, aren't you? asked Juliano's sister, Luiza, in Vahanic. She sat with him on the exterior balustrade that led from the upper floor door to the rigid-lined brick path of a Gleam street. She leaned against the railing, long braid drifted in the evening...
The house is located on the outskirts between the Fortress and the Gleam. The main hall opens up to a central reception, which is well lit by both windows and bloodlight chandeliers that hang from the high vaulted ceiling. A wide staircase is...
In truth, Woe hadn't arranged for the younger Perfeita's draft to be delayed in place of Woe's enlistment. Not at the time that he'd said it was to the senior Perfeita. That had been something he'd pushed off to the very last moment, until he was...
After the Faldrunium was retrieved, Woe didn't waste any time in bringing it where it needed to go. He was making many presumptions in his actions here, but he couldn't afford to lose time. He knew that Perfeita wished to keep his son from the draft. This Faldrunium, while also...
23 CYLUS, 716. EVENING Dressed far too immodestly for both the chilly weather and for his personal taste, Vito Rossau practically sprinted through the dark Gleam streets, freshly-dyed hair whipping up and all around and if the damned strands did not stop covering his eyes, he was going to scream....
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