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- Fantasy (medieval or modern), sci-fi, steampunk, genres involving dragons
The city of Calien was big. To Tavar, it was an opportunity to gamble his heart out. There was so much to see and do, and Tavar, as a naturally care-free man, loved to do everything. He wasted no time settling into the bustling crowds, weaving his way along and studying the people just as he'd done for the past few weeks.
This was the place of the resistance. It was the hub of the fight against the darkness spreading over the rest of the world. Tavar had been roped into joining after he'd displayed some caring about the world, or lack thereof. The resistance seemed to be pining for anyone and everyone who would join, and Tavar had been caught in the middle of it.
In that moment, he was on his way back to the building housing the leaders of the resistance. There were a few men and women brave enough to scout past the walls and find holes in their enemy's armies. Tavar wasn't very keen on doing such a thing, but it seemed he would be soon.
"Tavar, there you are!" one of the taller men called as he walked in. Tavar rolled his eyes, but he did stop. For all the people they had under their wing for the fight, they knew his name. "We'll need you and some others to go out today. There's been reports of goblins on the outer walls. It's a small band, so we need only a few people to go out. If we can catch one of them alive, they might be able to tell us something."
"And you want me to go out? I've displayed such fighting skill."
"No, but you're smart. Take anyone you like."
Tavar sighed, but he nodded. There were plenty of other people inside, and the resistance wasn't just in the one house. There were multiples, many of them equipped with cellars in case of a city siege. Riro was the real target, but they couldn't hope to hide out there. Evil spawned from the city constantly, and few people had managed to live there.
Tavar didn't really want to think about it as he walked through, the small silver and gold disc flipping through his fingers. He always tossed it around when he was nervous or in thought, and in that moment, he was both. He could hear the other man, Palik, talking to others, wondering if they would travel with Tavar to the outer walls.
This was the place of the resistance. It was the hub of the fight against the darkness spreading over the rest of the world. Tavar had been roped into joining after he'd displayed some caring about the world, or lack thereof. The resistance seemed to be pining for anyone and everyone who would join, and Tavar had been caught in the middle of it.
In that moment, he was on his way back to the building housing the leaders of the resistance. There were a few men and women brave enough to scout past the walls and find holes in their enemy's armies. Tavar wasn't very keen on doing such a thing, but it seemed he would be soon.
"Tavar, there you are!" one of the taller men called as he walked in. Tavar rolled his eyes, but he did stop. For all the people they had under their wing for the fight, they knew his name. "We'll need you and some others to go out today. There's been reports of goblins on the outer walls. It's a small band, so we need only a few people to go out. If we can catch one of them alive, they might be able to tell us something."
"And you want me to go out? I've displayed such fighting skill."
"No, but you're smart. Take anyone you like."
Tavar sighed, but he nodded. There were plenty of other people inside, and the resistance wasn't just in the one house. There were multiples, many of them equipped with cellars in case of a city siege. Riro was the real target, but they couldn't hope to hide out there. Evil spawned from the city constantly, and few people had managed to live there.
Tavar didn't really want to think about it as he walked through, the small silver and gold disc flipping through his fingers. He always tossed it around when he was nervous or in thought, and in that moment, he was both. He could hear the other man, Palik, talking to others, wondering if they would travel with Tavar to the outer walls.