The sky was a pale blue, clouds lazily skimming through the infinate sky, a few birds flying through the calm winds and not a singal threatening sign of a sandstorm to be seen. The dessert city of Loc Lac was bustling with activity as usual. The citizens of the city all seemed to b in some sort of rush. Venders set up shop, calling above the crowd, offering the best wears and goods. The thundering sound of a smithies hammer striking against the anvil shaping metal and bone into the next best set of dragon skinned boots.
The city of Loc lac was more then a dusty pit of streets and alleyways, crowded with shouting citizens, it was a hunters paradise, and hunting the wide variaty of beasts that roamed all over the contenent was the life blood of this growing population. Hunters from far off lands would come to this very spot in the hopes of carving there names into the backside of a wyvern, quit literally. Even young an inspiring hunters could easily find a steady flow of work here. For those who had come with dreams of victory and fame, the best place to go would be Loc Lac's local notice board, or tavern.
The center of the grand city towered a massive memorial to the very notion of monster hunting, as a massive horn of some long forgotten terror stood proudly, it's ivory tip seemed to scratch the skies as the people gathered and hurried for the next decent catch....
The city of Loc lac was more then a dusty pit of streets and alleyways, crowded with shouting citizens, it was a hunters paradise, and hunting the wide variaty of beasts that roamed all over the contenent was the life blood of this growing population. Hunters from far off lands would come to this very spot in the hopes of carving there names into the backside of a wyvern, quit literally. Even young an inspiring hunters could easily find a steady flow of work here. For those who had come with dreams of victory and fame, the best place to go would be Loc Lac's local notice board, or tavern.
The center of the grand city towered a massive memorial to the very notion of monster hunting, as a massive horn of some long forgotten terror stood proudly, it's ivory tip seemed to scratch the skies as the people gathered and hurried for the next decent catch....