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A rising dust scatters the approaching sunrise, rays disperse heating, revealing the passengers of the night just passed. I survey, readying myself to shed the cool embrace of darkness and begin a new day.

I haven't slept. I spent the last 6 hours traipsing alleys, rummaging through the trash(human and otherwise). Not too sure what I was looking for, but i'll know when I find it. Somethings afoot in Gilbastrum, raised from the embers of Ilyadenai, its towers may have fallen in the OrcWars, but the shadows remain. There is now a tentative equalibrium, bobbing one way then the next. I am the weights who keeps the scales balanced.

My name is Klasp. To look at me i'm human enough, but my great grandfather was an Orc Shaman. To most in this city I look wrong enough to be labelled 'other', but in my Trenchcoat and Fedora I can slip through a crowd. Being part Orc had its upsides, massive strength being one of them.

Gilbastrum lies some 400 dragon strides from the Altanar coast. With the OrcWars ended, the Highfather regime pumped immense amounts of coin into building it into an advance magickal society. Trams and trains, swoop like mountain falcons, in the wings of Magick, carrying citizens about the place. Glass, metal and clockwork dominate the down town areas, while breasts, anger and blood find their home in the Hive.

And so do I.

Description
A rising dust scatters the approaching sunrise, rays disperse heating, revealing the passengers of the night just passed. I survey, readying myself to shed the cool embrace of darkness and begin a new day.

I haven't slept. I spent the last 6 hours traipsing alleys, rummaging through the trash(human and otherwise). Not too sure what I was looking for, but i'll know when I find it. Somethings afoot in Gilbastrum, raised from the embers of Ilyadenai, its towers may have fallen in the OrcWars, but the shadows remain. There is now a tentative equalibrium, bobbing one way then the next. I am the weights who keeps the scales balanced.

My name is Klasp. To look at me i'm human enough, but my great grandfather was an Orc Shaman. To most in this city I look wrong enough to be labelled 'other', but in my Trenchcoat and Fedora I can slip through a crowd. Being part Orc had its upsides, massive strength being one of them.

Gilbastrum lies some 400 dragon strides from the Altanar coast. With the OrcWars ended, the Highfather regime pumped immense amounts of coin into building it into an advance magickal society. Trams and trains, swoop like mountain falcons, in the wings of Magick, carrying citizens about the place. Glass, metal and clockwork dominate the down town areas, while breasts, anger and blood find their home in the Hive.

And so do I.