The Abresi Docks, The Criminal Underworld

[Cola one 1 37]

A man walks through the gates into a dark and dreary area, the stench of salt, ale and the night air fill his nostrils, this man wears florescent and expensive silks, likely to attract the attention of half the thieves in the area.

 

The man continues to walk through, only to be greeted by threatening stares and curses, a man or two shouting. "Piss off you little rich boy, your kind aint wanted 'ere." The man continues walking through, a bead of sweat falling across the side of his head, his anxiety obvious even to the half blind.

 

On his stroll through the docks, the sound of drunken singing and glass breaking can be heard within a tavern, the buildings all over, tattered and stained.

 

The man turns on the road to see a fighting match, not one of the honorable sorts, there was nothing chivalrous or heroic about this, biting, eye poking, groin punches, nothing worthy to be sung by a bard, several men spurring them on. "Go on, you can do it, nut 'im!"

 

The threatening looks do not lessen as the man gets deeper and deeper into this crime infested part of Abresi, another tavern passed by, more drinking, fighting and singing, a man being thrown out of a tavern, passing out on the doorstep. Escorts on the side of the road, saying sweet things to men that pass by, one of them speaking to him. "Hey sweet cheeks, if you're as rich as you dress, me and you can have a good time." The man simply shakes his head quickly, continuing on the road.

 

On another turn, a group of men are breaking into a warehouse in the light of day out of either knowing that the guards wouldn't dare go this deep into the city or simply not giving a damn, though to this man's relief they seem too occupied on their task at hand than harassing him, a man on the other side of the road being mugged, lying on the floor, bruised and broken.

 

This man's breath grows heavier by the minute, sweating like a pig, he rushes off towards his destination, looking around to see all sorts of crimes and people drunk on the streets.

 

The man finally reaches his destination, a seemingly abandoned house, the windows boarded up, the house in disarray, all but for a light inside and a small group of men talking.

 

The man knocks on the door, in a moment or two someone replies, opening the door flap. "Name and business?" The man in the expensive clothing replies. "You don't need to know my name, I'm here for my daughter."

 

Another few moments pass by, the sound of several locks being opened, though due to the state of the house, wouldn't be much use. This crook, wearing a top hat looks down to the rich clothed man, asking. "Have you got the minas?" The sweaty and richly clothed nods solemnly, replying. "I've... got y-your damn m-minas alright, now g-give me b-b-back my daughter." The crook nods to the man. "I'm a man of my word, you can have your daughter back, though take this as a warning to stay true to your allegiances my dear friend, might not want to have something dread full befall that beautiful daughter of yours." The crook chuckles, throwing the girl out and taking the pouch of minas.

 

"Good doing business with you my friend, oh, and once again welcome to the Hatter's docks."

The crook laughs again, walking inside with the pouch of minas in his hand, locking the door behind him.

 

(( Just something to say that if you're interested in criminal RP, whether you are one or not, come to the Abresi docks, it hasn't been active of late and what better a place to have it? ))

 

(( Also, feel free to reply to the post with things you've done, or are going to do in the docks. ))

Edited August 22, 2013 by Sam Laggins

[lιoɴ 248]

Glonkk is a criminal.

[jamesb 218]

Frost eyes the man (assuming its Lommpy) He nods to him as a grim silent greeting, leaning against a broken down house.

[Mish_ 101]

Panther watches above it all, smling

[Heff 2460]

Bod walks through, merging with the shadows in his dark red cloak. He walks around waving to fellow thieves and tries to find a building to open the "Tankard O' Gems Shop" .

[_krug_ 247]

The Spider walks through the docks calmly, using his dark clothing and crimson mask to look like the criminal scum around him. He begins scouting out the area, his plot to wage war against crime itself growing bigger.

[V0idsoldier 1139]

The Spider walks through the docks calmly, using his dark clothing and crimson mask to look like the criminal scum around him. He begins scouting out the area, his plot to wage war against crime itself growing bigger.

 

Sabel watches the man with onyx hued eyes, cocking his head, a hat resting upon his jet black hair. He ponders for a moment what land this man thinks he is in, glancing around to the true criminals. His men donning suits and top hats, and urchins running free in nothing but rags and dirt. He grunts to the man and keeps a eye on him. Any supposed 'criminal' that wears a edgy mask was always up to something Sabel didn't like, and he stuck out like a sore thumb around all the true criminals of the Hatter's docks.

[Praetor 1550]

Razani practically skips through the docks, smelling strongly of salt, rum and woman's perfume. He sports a very satisfied look on his face as he heads to the hulking mass of the King Syrios beard, hopping into the rope ladder in a flurry of red leather.

He hops aboard, greeting a few sailors with grins as he heads off to find the newly assigned captain.

He pauses for a moment, resting his hands on the smooth wooden bannister around the ship, gazing at the people milling about on the docks with a annoyingly condescending smile. The only ones who ruled the docks where those who gave the docks a purpose, him and his kind.

With a short laugh he walks off towards the captains room, whistling a shanty.

[_Grim1_ 28]

Spectral eyes watch from the shadows.

 

"And dead men walk. Ahahahmm." the Warden laughs, retreating into the shadows, biding its time until it has become stronger.

[CombatRolePlay 1863]

Spectral eyes watch from the shadows.

 

"And dead men walk. Ahahahmm." the Warden laughs, retreating into the shadows, biding its time until it has become stronger.

Roy senses something familiar in the docks, remembering the breif encounter with the ghost in Saluvs.