Atop a stony plateau overlooking the lands of central Idalos, and growing wealthy from the gem stones pulled from the rocky soil, Etzos is a bastion of independence; firm in its belief that man should rule Idalos, not be servants of the vain Immortals who nearly destroyed it. But can the many factions set aside their conflicting agendas and see this through?
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- Saoire: The Holiday Woman
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A night or two each year, Saoire ran around Idalos picking up and delivering presents to the good girls and boys. She had picked this one up from a particularly good girl, leaving a parcel behind in its wake. Now the boy that she was to deliver this too had come across her naughty list once or twice for unbecoming behavior. Pit fighting did not seem like a reputable, white collar job. He hurt people for a living. Saoire would grant that he looked good doing it, dripping in sweat with tense muscles. Her eyelashes fluttered at the thought as she whisked herself back into the old man's city. What was with all the gift giving in Etzos this season? Were all the naughty boys and girls exceptionally naughty this year that they needed to be rewarded for their crimes?
Maybe they were finally turning over a new leaf. Saoire smiled at the thought. Perhaps even the old man could see the sense of giving instead of simply taking and manipulating the world around him. Dressed in her plain white robes with presents and berries adorning her head wreath, Saoire slipped into the bar where she might find Warren
. It was sparsely filled, and those that were present were almost too drunk to recognize her. The bartender had even dipped into his own liquors just enough to make him a bit fuzzy. He gave her a strange look as if he might have been able to recognize her before drifting off into la-la land again. Saoire sat down next to Warren and requested a glass of warm milk with a cookie.
"These are for you,"
Saoire said quietly, sliding a serious of gifts across the bar to him without making eye contact. Despite the bulk of the gift, she was attempting to make it as shady as possible. Mostly for her entertainment. After all, receiving gifts from strangers was sometimes questionable. Her goodies arrived which she sipped and nibbled while he opened them up. Once she was done, she would slide off her chair and walk right back out the way she came.
Strangely, a bit of glitter decorated the floor as she left. One of the bar goers was even bold enough to get down on the floor and take a sniff only to sneeze out sparkles a moment later.
Etzos was clearly full of degenerates.
I'm bad, and that's good. I will never be good, and that's not bad. There's no one I'd rather be then me.