Left empty when the new theatre was finally opened, the Old Hyperion has certainly seen better days. The stage remains, but most of the seats have been ripped out to make room on the ground floor. The decorations were gutted before any other changes were made. The upper booths looking over the main room and the stage are relatively unchanged, having gained a few extra seats and being supported by a few extra beams.
The home of the Warriors in Sylvan this is where one comes if they want to participate in or watch a warrior's challenge. It is also in this place that outsiders and warriors alike can receive training in elements of fighter's techniques without the underpinning necessary for true understanding.
"Yes'ir i do!" She pulled out the pre counted 300 gold in a separate coin-purse and handed it over. "I had to beat up a pirate ghost and some zombies for this. It was easier than you would have thought."
Vaughn led Amaya back stage and through a trap door into the basement of the Olde Hyperion, there they went through the process of augmenting her weapon. Drizzling her blood over it in the process.
Bone for Durzo's Steel: The blade of the katana, at its base becomes serrated on both sides, allowing it to be used to saw through tough materials. Durzo's steel may use the magic of its augmentation to fully deplete an attached ethereal augment, if it does so, it grants Amaya an extra strength level and the blade a damaging magical aura based on that cell for as long as she keeps moving or attacking.
CT wondered outside and found a place to sit down, he realized he was the first one there and didn't mind waiting. He reformed his knife into a bracelet of sorts, with a little spikes here and there for show.
The saaur and the ananke were both able to find some seating in the outdoor area in front of the theatre. The long bleachers were a little wearied with age but were obviously meant to accomodate outdoor performances before the Olde Hyperion was repurposed.
A young woman wearing a black dressed with a bright red silk shawl, hair dyed a matching shade sat on one end of the bleachers. She smiled at the pair as the approached, hands resting over her visibly pregnant belly.
Laroc - "See, fair warning, that is why this guy is obnoxious. He's insane right? Belongs in a safety home with pants you can crap in. But he's always saying patronizing crap like that. At least when I say patronizing crap like that you know it's coming from a place of carefully considered disdain."
Laroc - "And that's the second annoying thing! 'Oh look, before I was all smiley but now I'm super duper serious and growling! You should trust that that means I'm a power powerful man!' It's like a teenager trying to impress his own reflection with the scary scowl he can do."