Thread: Deterioration (Kayi)

This is a roleplay based in the Final Fantasy Tactics world, and is likely to incorporate a number of extreme fetishes. It wasn't often that clamor like this erupted in Dorter Trade City, a dingy, filthy place that wasn't so much 'run down' as it had never been much of anything to begin with. A series of slums. It had started its life as a crossroads where merchants would gather, remain for a few weeks and trade their wares back and forth, before those there semi-permanently decided to stay permanently, and more decided to stay after that. There was just too much money in trade to go back home, and so home came to them, the city coming into being in less than a decade's time. There was no government in Dorter, no police, no anything official. For that reason it could get dangerous there, a city of slum after slum where most buildings were made of sheet metal and plywood, often times with dirt floors, and even the nicer buildings were uneven and often leaked. Ironic, considering how much money came and went there every single day... make the place too nice, though, and certain types of people would move in, wanting a cut of their own. So things were kept undesireable, and due to that a number of things tended to be in demand, adventurers-turned-guards one of them. But nowadays things had turned bad. At the end of the Fifty Year War that had left both Prince Larg's and Lord Goltana's coffers bare and their food stores depleted, neither had the funds to pay for the legions of troops they each commanded. That led to numerous soldiers of all types being released, often without a thing to their name aside from a handful of i.o.u.'s. That meant they couldn't afford food, or shelter. That meant most quickly degraded to doing anything just to provide themselves with life's basic necessities. That meant that those who didn't turn to thievery and kidnapping, those who sought more legitimate means of keeping themselves alive ended up creating an overflow quite literally overnight of men and women who would do jobs for money, while the economic ruin meant there was no money anymore to go around. That meant large amounts of people were getting very desperate, very quick. 'A young woman between the ages of fourteen and thirty is being sought for entertainment at a party on the eleventh. Must be pretty. No experience or special talents are required. Payment offered is 30,000gil - Duke Malincieu' It was amazing, the amount of people that could fit in that single, small tavern in one of Dorter's slums, shouting for more information, all asking simultaneously where it was being held. The poor bartender was doing his best to answer them, giving the location of the Duke's home a few miles outside of the city, shouting to be heard over the numerous women shouting back because they couldn't hear him. There had to be close to fifty or sixty women there trying to get the information all at once, and with an unbelievable offer like that it was hard to blame them - thirty-thousand gil, a purse ten times that often offered for a job where one's life would be in danger. And this could be earned in one night! At what, some sort of fancy cocktail party? Oh, how often things were too good to be true...