Devil's Tongue

= Devil's Tongue = Posted by : Winteroak on May 1, 2018, 7:13pm

21st August - West Twins - Late Evening

Sharid crouched inside a shack in the banks of the river Styx not believing how is night was turning out. Four other dangerous looking thugs stood in the darkness of the shed waiting. When his Cyrus Anvil asked him early in the day to oversee the transport of some goods he did not ask any questions. He did what he was told that did not ask many question. Anvil did the same for him when he hired him. He suspected the man knew something of his past but he had never brought it up as long as Sharid did his job. And there weren't many people in Dusk hiring those with checkered pasts like himself.

In the center of the shack were two crates. The sweet pungent smell emanating from them was unmistakable. Devil's Tongue. A native weed to Dusk that grew in dark moist environments, usually cellars or old abandoned underground buildings, much like mushrooms, that required very little work by those planting it. Once matured and dried and mixed with Flagslag dust it was sold to be smoked. It was very much illegal as its effects caused bouts euphoria and anxiety in its users. Those that used the drug experienced feelings of well-being and relaxation. It was becoming more and more popular among the citizens of Dusk and Sharid wondered why it was not legal. The amount of coin being made was absurd and the People's Council was losing an incredible amount of revenue.

They were waiting for the last bell of the day. Once they heard it they would move the crates to its destination using a nearby sewer tunnel that ran from the Rose District to the West of Highholm. They were hoping to avoid the Militia patrols this way. Sharid pulled out his stun stick from his shoulder holster and rechecked that the new battery was in place. He had heard stories about what lurked in the underworld of Dusk. It was not only the sewers but older and more ancient parts of the city that over time had simply been left behind and built upon. It did not happen all at once all the way across the city. It was a continuous process that took shape over many generations. Ground level in Dusk was actually several meters higher than when the original city and its massive walls were erected.

He steadied himself. He had glimpsed visions out in the Darklands that no one believed were real. Sharid had a nagging feeling he was about to step inside a similar forgotten world. One that the citizens of Dusk no longer believed existed.