Will Work For Salvation ((Closed)) Jan 31, 2011 18:38:04 GMT -6
Post by Casey Figaro on Jan 31, 2011 18:38:04 GMT -6
Etruria: Home of the Prophet. Land of the Saint. Within its borders held the best schools of magic and the most churches in all of Elibe. Delphia sat as the helm of Etruria as the shining city of light, spotless as an annointed soul.
There was no room for his kind of work there. He was better stationed on the border for some passerby mage who needed his skills. So that's where Casey was: The border. The border near Lycia, to be exact.
Ostia was no longer used by regular travellers because it has been condemned as a place of hellish creatures. There were other things out there that could kill you in a second and wouldn't have to think twice about it, which made anyone stay clear. The new routes of travel were through the mountains near the Etrurian/Lycian/Nabatan border or going through Sacae to Bern.
That's where this Figaro was: a small city located in Etruria near the border mountains. This city was filled with guilds, taverns, and inns as it was now a major route in between the three countries. It cut through a small river that went directly from the mountains to the gulf. The name was "Villefront".
Casey sat on a stool out in the streets with his bow and arrows clearly showing. He had a small sign set up, with the image of an archer taking aim.
The archer sat patiently, fletching himself more arrows to pass his time, in between snacking on a bag of peanuts he had laying next to him. The man knew that anyone who was really looking for his services would pick him up in a split second, though most people were looking for sturdy men with large axes or swords, Casey's skills were undeniable. He was considering setting up a demonstration if there were more space and he had someone to watch his stuff for him that he trusted. Alas, there he sat. The smell of the market nearby and the noises of the city never calming.