BassPlayerRob
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Nash Aquilian wandered the streets of Sanctuary City with nothing but the clothes on his back, the scuffed boots on his feet, and a look of utter exhaustion on his face. Since he fled the Human Cities for fear of his life it had taken him two whole days to reach the walls of the fantastical city. The streets brimmed with all kinds of activity as werewolves, banshees, brownies, gnomes, leprechauns, and all manner of fantastical creatures wandered the streets in the twilight hours of the day. This was the city of Sanctuary for all fantastical beasts and creatures, a place to hole yourself away from the persecuting and disbelieving gaze of the human world and to commune in harmony with fellow creatures of a magical persuasion. This place was safe refuge for the magical refugee. Or so Nash had thought.
Nash had wandered all day, the crowd parting before him as they saw a tall thin man wandering through the crowd, the characteristic sparkles of fairy dust glittering around him betraying his identity as one of the fae folk. His hair was black with waves of indigo running through it with the hint of something underneath as his black horns barely stuck out from his hair. His eyes were a glinting silver, that in the shadows seemed to glint with the light of the stars. His facial features portrayed a divine symmetry, an otherworldly beauty that seemed to be common among the fae folk, even as it was marred with sweat and dirt from his travels. To contrast his beautiful appearance, his clothes were torn and ragged from days of harsh travel in the wilderness to reach this point.
All day Nash had asked around the city for a place to stay, and everywhere he went he discovered that the city of refugees he had heard about in legend was either far lost to distant memory or was a great exaggeration of the truth. No one would let him stay for the night on his word and no one would let him stay without payment. A rather amorous owner of a house of nightly pleasures had offered him a room and board, but under the caveat that he whore himself out to the city's paying populace. The owner had been quite insistent saying that Nash could earn quite a living that way, but Nash had graciously declined. After hours of asking around, Nash had found that the only place he hadn't asked for room and board was at a manor on the outskirts of town. When asked about the place, the locals had only responded with mixtures of fear, revulsion, and sometimes even anger.
As he approached the giant doors of the manor he wondered if this was a risk he was willing to take. Surely something that inspired terror and disgust from the people of Sanctuary City was something to be avoided altogether. Still it wasn't as if Nash had much of a choice. Reluctantly Nash knocked heavily on the door and then prostrated himself on the ground before the doorstep, his head to the ground in submission. Whatever the fearsome creature was that lived here, surely they wouldn't kill a man in such a pose of distress, would they?
Nash heard the door open and immediately began pleading his case. "Excuse me Lord or Lady of the manor, I come before you to beg your case for a little bit of charity. You see I have recently come to the city with nothing to my name but what I am wearing, and I was hoping to fall upon your better nature to perhaps request a room to stay the night. Please have mercy on a poor vagabond and hear my case..." Nash trailed off as he looked up at his potential benefactor. His jaw dropped as he saw one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen in all of his hundreds of years alive.
Nash had wandered all day, the crowd parting before him as they saw a tall thin man wandering through the crowd, the characteristic sparkles of fairy dust glittering around him betraying his identity as one of the fae folk. His hair was black with waves of indigo running through it with the hint of something underneath as his black horns barely stuck out from his hair. His eyes were a glinting silver, that in the shadows seemed to glint with the light of the stars. His facial features portrayed a divine symmetry, an otherworldly beauty that seemed to be common among the fae folk, even as it was marred with sweat and dirt from his travels. To contrast his beautiful appearance, his clothes were torn and ragged from days of harsh travel in the wilderness to reach this point.
All day Nash had asked around the city for a place to stay, and everywhere he went he discovered that the city of refugees he had heard about in legend was either far lost to distant memory or was a great exaggeration of the truth. No one would let him stay for the night on his word and no one would let him stay without payment. A rather amorous owner of a house of nightly pleasures had offered him a room and board, but under the caveat that he whore himself out to the city's paying populace. The owner had been quite insistent saying that Nash could earn quite a living that way, but Nash had graciously declined. After hours of asking around, Nash had found that the only place he hadn't asked for room and board was at a manor on the outskirts of town. When asked about the place, the locals had only responded with mixtures of fear, revulsion, and sometimes even anger.
As he approached the giant doors of the manor he wondered if this was a risk he was willing to take. Surely something that inspired terror and disgust from the people of Sanctuary City was something to be avoided altogether. Still it wasn't as if Nash had much of a choice. Reluctantly Nash knocked heavily on the door and then prostrated himself on the ground before the doorstep, his head to the ground in submission. Whatever the fearsome creature was that lived here, surely they wouldn't kill a man in such a pose of distress, would they?
Nash heard the door open and immediately began pleading his case. "Excuse me Lord or Lady of the manor, I come before you to beg your case for a little bit of charity. You see I have recently come to the city with nothing to my name but what I am wearing, and I was hoping to fall upon your better nature to perhaps request a room to stay the night. Please have mercy on a poor vagabond and hear my case..." Nash trailed off as he looked up at his potential benefactor. His jaw dropped as he saw one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen in all of his hundreds of years alive.
