Nesia seemed like a glorious paradise to the nomads of the Gourim plains yet there was turmoil brewing inside the city. The council was admist a conversation when they recived the news, there was a murder in the Prince of Folgoth's apartment. When a cleaning maid was going through the building there was an odd liquid at the top of the stairs leading down to the cellar. Upon further investigation, she found the body of a young woman. The woman was an elf wearing too little clothing to have been a staff member. Rumors have been going around that the Prince had killed in one of his common fits of rage. It was already proven that he had put one of the staff in the hospital with several broken ribs, a detached retina and a three inch laceration in his thigh. The council has tried their best to hide this story but word always finds a way to travel.
Before this story reached the council, they were talking of trade. They were making trade for Folgoth expensive due to their taxes of Vibrium and the Prince had taken a notable stance on lowering the tax. Yet the King of Folgoth had other plans for Vibrium. The King had hired a rather shady Tortuskan to steal Vibrium for him. He said that the Tortuskan would have to bring in a weekly supply of ten pounds as soon as possible. It was a only an hour before the word of the murder reached the Council that the Tortuskan arrived on Nesia and departed the airship that brought him up, the Whitemane. His orders were to find his contact and get the Vibrium as quickly as possible. All he knew was that the contact was in the third tier of the city by a hotel called Bailan Heights.
Inside Inferno Hall, Siris Colburn was in his office going over three members. One was a member who had joined them only a few years ago, Abrellar Greenvall, a mage who was most likely metally unstable but very strong. He had lost his partner during a mission a few months back. The second was Bran Talanhart, Siris didn't know much about this man but he had been with them from pretty much the beginning. All Siris knew was that Bran was from Frocina and he was a damn good fighter. The third was a rather young an unusual young woman named Koremi Hiyoru. She was a Kitsune which was rare to find even in Nesia. So far she has shown some skill but she hadn't been on a real hunt yet. Siris had a plan for these three that would have to work out. "Cimon, call in these three people will you. I want to speak to them myself." Siris said to his assistant as he passed him the papers. This was goigng to be a very interesting mission indeed.
Meanwhile, the representative of Avrith and Garthet was pacing in his apartment. If the rumors were true, then he had much to worry about when around the Prince of Folgoth. It was common knowledge that Folgoth hates Avirth and Garthet. Sylian was more than sure that the Prince would be happy to leave his body in a pool of blood. For once, Sylian was happy that Avirth had sent a man with him to help with the restoration of Nesia to peace. Although, you really couldn't call him a he or a she for he was a Mirn. This man, as he prefered to be called, was Bale. He was to help the transition back to peace at any cost and could help protect Sylian should it be required. "Bale, might you come in here? I have something I must talk to you about." Sylian called out after opening the door to his room. This was going to be a longer stay than usual.
It was a busy day for the post office of the third tier. Messages were flying in and out of the office as word reached the people of Nesia of the murder in the Prince of Folgoth's apartment. Some were letters sent ot correspondents in other countries, some were sent to family members and others went to merchants who might be able to profit off of this event. One of the messangers, a young woman with pinkish purple eyes, was on duty this day sorting through the incoming and outgoing letters. It was tedious but a job that was to be done and rather well paying. The letter she sorted through were both important and useless. Then there was a letter with no outgoing adress and no return information. When she questioned her supervisor, he said that it was hers to keep. It was such a unusual letter inside a purple envelope with a blue band wrapped around it's center and sealed with a plain red wax. If it was hers to keep, then she might as well keep it for now.
Before this story reached the council, they were talking of trade. They were making trade for Folgoth expensive due to their taxes of Vibrium and the Prince had taken a notable stance on lowering the tax. Yet the King of Folgoth had other plans for Vibrium. The King had hired a rather shady Tortuskan to steal Vibrium for him. He said that the Tortuskan would have to bring in a weekly supply of ten pounds as soon as possible. It was a only an hour before the word of the murder reached the Council that the Tortuskan arrived on Nesia and departed the airship that brought him up, the Whitemane. His orders were to find his contact and get the Vibrium as quickly as possible. All he knew was that the contact was in the third tier of the city by a hotel called Bailan Heights.
Inside Inferno Hall, Siris Colburn was in his office going over three members. One was a member who had joined them only a few years ago, Abrellar Greenvall, a mage who was most likely metally unstable but very strong. He had lost his partner during a mission a few months back. The second was Bran Talanhart, Siris didn't know much about this man but he had been with them from pretty much the beginning. All Siris knew was that Bran was from Frocina and he was a damn good fighter. The third was a rather young an unusual young woman named Koremi Hiyoru. She was a Kitsune which was rare to find even in Nesia. So far she has shown some skill but she hadn't been on a real hunt yet. Siris had a plan for these three that would have to work out. "Cimon, call in these three people will you. I want to speak to them myself." Siris said to his assistant as he passed him the papers. This was goigng to be a very interesting mission indeed.
Meanwhile, the representative of Avrith and Garthet was pacing in his apartment. If the rumors were true, then he had much to worry about when around the Prince of Folgoth. It was common knowledge that Folgoth hates Avirth and Garthet. Sylian was more than sure that the Prince would be happy to leave his body in a pool of blood. For once, Sylian was happy that Avirth had sent a man with him to help with the restoration of Nesia to peace. Although, you really couldn't call him a he or a she for he was a Mirn. This man, as he prefered to be called, was Bale. He was to help the transition back to peace at any cost and could help protect Sylian should it be required. "Bale, might you come in here? I have something I must talk to you about." Sylian called out after opening the door to his room. This was going to be a longer stay than usual.
It was a busy day for the post office of the third tier. Messages were flying in and out of the office as word reached the people of Nesia of the murder in the Prince of Folgoth's apartment. Some were letters sent ot correspondents in other countries, some were sent to family members and others went to merchants who might be able to profit off of this event. One of the messangers, a young woman with pinkish purple eyes, was on duty this day sorting through the incoming and outgoing letters. It was tedious but a job that was to be done and rather well paying. The letter she sorted through were both important and useless. Then there was a letter with no outgoing adress and no return information. When she questioned her supervisor, he said that it was hers to keep. It was such a unusual letter inside a purple envelope with a blue band wrapped around it's center and sealed with a plain red wax. If it was hers to keep, then she might as well keep it for now.
