Rednight Fangsir

 Taking the road was no trouble at all. Thanks to the cooperation of other city-states, enclaves, and settlements Neppetz managed to keep the roads in good condition. For an entire day the pair of them rode towards the city of Rednight Fangsir. The very first sign of approaching the very boundaries of Rednight Fangsir was a boundary marker made from six skeletons put together. Each skeleton has long fangs attached to their teeth. All of them including the stone and wooden pole they are nailed to have a red substance. Izzyr assumed it was blood given how dried and dark it looked. At a second glance he noticed it was more recent that a month ago. Another coating of whatever it was had been added some time ago. Bidfrid seem unfazed by this scenery. He clearly passed through here on certain jobs he was hired for. Forced to stop at nightfall they managed to find an inn along the road. Not the most welcoming of inns, but it did not seem run down at all. 

Both he and Bidfrid entered this eerie looking establishment along the mountain road. There were not that many patrons seen inside as it was nightfall. Several staff members were still up. Whoever designed this inn had the whole interior painted a dark red. Not even attempting to hide the theme of this inn the staff wore dark clothing resembling the eeriness. Long slick back hair, dark vests over red shirts and servant clothing in a darker dye made them appear vampiric. Their pale complexion also added to the appearance. All they really cared about was getting some sleep. Izzyr paid the staff member who was at the desk who showed them to their room. Sharing a room was not a problem for him. Yet sharing a bed with another man was something he did not expect. Inside the room was a strange blue candle that gave off a scent that put someone to sleep quickly. Whatever it was he could sure buy some for his own use. Sleep deprivation was his current illness these days. However tonight he had the best sleep in his life. 

Getting up at what felt like the second hour of morning the pair of them went straight for the common room. Going to bed without food made the stomach empty. Two nicely cooked venison with Leek soup filled up their stomachs. Well one venison for him, one venison, a piece of bread, and eggs filled up his big friend's stomach. Each had a freshly brewed coffee with a broth that kept you warm in the mountains. Both set off after paying the Innkeeper for their meal. Finding their mounts well fed the Detective and Bounty Hunter rode up the stone road to a sunnier day. Not two miles from the Inn they stayed in lay a small village of just five buildings. All its inhabitants appeared too occupied to notice the two of them. Not too far from the small village on the right side of the road lay another settlement. This one looked larger than the five building village. More than a score of buildings it was he estimated. At its entrance sat a large gate that read this town's name, Blade's Gray Grip. Past the town gate he spied 11 armed townspeople heading towards someone's home. He was about to rush over to intervene, but another figure got in their way with some help from armed authorities. Assuming the situation would be resolved with little to no bloodshed they went on to Rednight Fangsir. Winding through the paths, and roads they passed four more settlements until reaching the mountain city. 

Rednight Fangsir was sculpted out of a single mountain peak. Two outer walls encircled the whole city itself. Made from the stones, and rocks that were scraped off during the city's construction. This one city had to be at least two thousand years old or much older. Manning these walls would require one hundred thousand. To scale them he could only imagine millions attempting to attack this city just to scale its walls. In the back of his mind he realized something. Would anyone want to attack a city inhabited by vampires, demons, and other creatures that used to be humanoids? That answer would be a no for many. During this era the belief of vampires was decreasing into just old tales. Approaching the city gates they were confronted by several humanoids who looked vampiric in appearance. Their armor gave away the profession as city guard. Showing the badges of their own professions Bidfrid and Izzyr were permitted to enter the city. Entering this supposed city of vampires they found buildings in the colors of red, dark red, black, dark blue, dark grey, dark purple, and wine colored. Each building had a haunting design to them. A shade cloth of red or black stretched over the streets. These dark fabric blocked the streets and doorways from being hit with sunlight. Inhabitants of this city wore darker clothing and had a pale complexion. Finding a missing drow was going to be easier Izzyr expected. Among the inhabitants were Goblins, Elves, Humans, Orcs, and hybrids who made themselves appear like vampires. Looking at Bidfrid he wondered if this Bounty Hunter had really been here before.