Serpentis Family/Snorri/Bath & Massage
Agyr - House of the Rising Sun
Despite having begun his career in Thalmarkin, Snorri always had a special appreciation for Agyr. The city with its colors and its people fascinated him, especially because they share the same heredity. He knew that was a relative of his family living there in Gor Ault now, but he never met in person. After all, what he would say to the Lord of Gor Ault, Quaestor of Meheld and the Great Maharshi and of The Bloodspeakers? He was happy to occasionally hunt at those lands and remained silent. Although they belong to the same family, Yeux was not native of Beluaterra. They didn’t share the same branch of the family. Snorri was not rich nor was he a noble. But if there was something he really liked and approached his lifestyle of a wealthy nobleman were the bath houses.
In the Capital, he liked one of those places close to the sea. The oriental-style house offered hot baths and was known as the House of the Rising Sun. There he knows a beautiful oriental woman with black hair and soft hands. He liked to stay in a pool carved in stone on a terrace where he could watch the sea. At night, he relaxed in the hot bath and watches the moon and stars. And when he visited the place at morning, he enjoyed the first warm rays of the rising sun. It was also there that he received the massages surrounded by the hot steam. He lay on a heated stone table to relax and receive the kind hands of this oriental beauty helping him to relax after his long journeys and hunting expeditions. At such times he forgets his worries. And Snorri have already become well known at that massage house. And sometimes he ended his days there, playing bone dices with other clients.
Mhed - The Red House
Snorri was hunting in the heart of Meheld, but all the good places to rest was in cities by the sea. Mhed certainly wasn't the most beautiful city in the realm. The invasions had left many scars in the old city. But although only one visit, Snorri had good memories of the Red House. A place in the old district. The red color was probably from a reform with a reddish clay. An old whore house. But with the best bathtub of Mhed. And with two masseurs with whom he fell in love at first sight. Blonde sisters, likely coming from other continent. Magic hands and easy smiles.
The adventurer went into the city on a warm evening after a hunt in Trottie. The window was open and the curtain danced with the wind. The cold water helped to relax his tired muscles with delicate hands stroking his shoulders and chest. Like two little birds they sang and laughed softly, always admiring the hunter and his naked body. Snorri wisehd to visit Mhed more times, but the city was always away from his objectives. But he would always remember those young beauties. Hands dipping into the bathtub to touch him intimately. The voices whispering in his ear pleasing promises. And after the bath, wrapped in silk, the bodies sharing the same bed on a red-hot afternoon. A night of sweet delights. A costly farewell. But he would return one day.
Fronepu - Valleys of the Sea Dragon
For a long time Snorri remained wary of traveling south. The north seemed safer and a lot of infestations in Rengo and Gor Ault always kept him busy there. But a hunter should not stay so many time in the same place and in the end he found a way through the Seven Rivers, always staying close to the cities. Fronepu was his next destination. A magnificent place. Snorri had visit just the cities by the sea. And they all looked stunning in its contrasts. The ports brought a number of different people and various goods impossible to ignore. In a quick check of the local market he filled his pockets with exotic fruits that he never savored before. From there he undertook successful hunts in Lloringel, Seven Rivers and especially in Marpii. The plains and lakes of nomadic peoples proved to be a real challenge with strong monsters and great infestations of undeads. There he won at least three new scars after a long time without suffer injuries. In those days he ended his hunts many times still bleeding under the cape, lying in a boat or in an old cart that would take him back to the city.
One of these nights, wounded and weary, wandering along the shore he found an old building in ruins. The igneous torches cast its lights on the old walls and he could hear the sound of flutes inviting the song of the waves. There were a group of women singing an old song that relaxed him promptly. It was like entering a warm and comfortable dream. She invited him to cross a small bridge over a narrow arm of sea and then to the waves covering the ruined black stone courtyard of black stone covered with moss. Valleys of the Sea Dragon, was like that old sanctuary was called. There the beautiful women stripped of his clothes and cleaned his wounds. They caressed his body with scented oils, whispering forgotten spells. The ritual ended with him walking on the rocks, leaving the yard to receive the sea against his body. That was like reborn blessed by the ocean. Snorri woke up in the yard when the sun rose impressive in the sky. Was a miracle or not, the most severe scars had disappeared. It was time to start the hunting once again.
