Expanse: The City Reboot (Dark Fantasy Epic) Main Thread (Open, Started)

[FinalDream]

Tear - The Conjures's' Elixir (Tavern) - Tinsdal

She smiled at Vergil and let out a little giggle. She might as well make the most of the time before her friends came and have a little fun. The sight of the man at the back of the tavern wiped the smile from her lips. He leant against the wall with arms folded and cold blue eyes locked on the back of Vergil. There was a flash of steel as the sword was half drawn from it?s sheath. Tear raised a finger and signalled him to keep back. The shaven head and scarred face nodded in response before walking towards the tavern door without further question. She sighed. The mercenaries were already here? Kalyn hadn?t been wrong. Sera had planned far in advance. She looked at Vergil and forced a half smile. When he returned with the wine she took a glass and caught a glance of the label. It had been much better than she had expected.

"Now then, what is it you want to talk about first?" Vergil asked, taking a small sip from his glass. There was a lot of things she wished she could say. After finding her voice at the death of Sera she found it absurd to decide not to speak the truth. Tear made a choice. She caught sight of the mercenary outside looking in. Vergil didn?t seem to notice. His hand was still gripping the hilt of his sword. Tear looked down at the wine in the glass. She decided to avoid the topic occupying her mind. She looked at Vergil in the eyes.

?Sera was like a mother to me. I know she wasn?t the most perfect women in the world but, still, she was all I had. You and Scarlett took that from me. I feel. Lost.? She looked down at her wine. ?Kalyn was someone close to Sera and he was willing to let me take her place but then he was killed. And then Scarlett took the sigil from me. The only connection left to my former life.? She looked up. The mercenary had gone. ?What do I do now? Where do I go. Who do I become??

Tear turned to the Vergil. The pain in her voice was clear. It was a subject matter that hurt deep.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

Vergil Crawford - The Conjuress' Elixir (Tavern) - Tinsdal

"What do I do now? Where do I go. Who do I become?"

Vergil could plainly see, that the topic of discussion that Tear gave hurt her very deep, more so emotionally than physically; but there was a pain in her voice. He took another sip from his glass, before placing it down to the side. He then sidled up closer to Tear, and then placed an arm around her shoulders.

"Tear. That is who you become. Yourself. Free from the restrictions of others. You have the freedom to do whatever you want in life. You have the capability to become someone, who is far greater than Sera. I see in those elegant green eyes of yours, someone who respects others; and thinks for both themselves, and for those closest around them. I mean, you must respect me, if your asking for my opinion on such a delicate matter. Learn what you yourself did in the past, and make it something great." Vergil then looked off into the distance for a bit, then set his focus back onto Tear, with a slightly renewed sense of vigour.

"You certainly have come along way, from out first encounter in Grim. And, you certainly have matured as a woman. I have the utmost respect for you in that regard. Although, if your still in indecision, perhaps, you could travel with me and the others. It would be nice to have you along." Vergil then downed half of what was left in his wine glass. The dark red liquid, felt inviting on his tongue. He then gave a sympathetic smile towards her.

 

[CrazyBlaze]

Telnor- Prison- Tinsdal

"This is bigger than the prison you locked me into," Gelm said, walking around the cell. "The bedding is softer too. You didn't even give me a bed. I had to sleep on the cold, hard floor. Of course thats when it had a floor. Funny what you mind can come up with when it needs to. It really liked taking the floor away and creating a flaming pit of fire underneath. The only way to survive was to hand on a tiny bar that cut into my hands. It was pure hell," Gelm summoned an apple out of thin air and bit into it. " Your mind tried to destroy me. It failed of course. It only made me stronger. And here I am."

"Till I beat you again. I did it once, I can do it again."

"You got lucky. It will not happen again. This time you are weak and broken. You are a pathetic shell of what you once were. That makes me stronger and in charge," Gelm grabbed Telnor by the head and blinked. One second Telnor was there, the next only Gelm remained.

Gelm smiled to himself. He was in charge for once. After such a long imprisonment it was good to be free. So good that he had to roar so loud the guards threatened to beat him if he didn't shut up.

Telnor- The Mind- ???

It was cold. It shouldn't be. There shouldn't be snow everywhere but there was. Telnor knew he was in a prison cell in Tinsdal but this wasn't Tinsdal and it certainly wasn't a prison cell. It was a frozen wasteland as far as he could see and he didn't have any clothes.

 

[tobi the good boy]

Lucian Grey - Hollow's Peak - Red Stain Den

A tiny woman garbed in a rich gold and deep navy took short powerful strides throughout the warm, smoky chambers and hallways of the den of depravity. The pitter-patter of her ornate high heels bouncing off the walls with every passing step, her rhythm only broken by the occasional unsavoury detour around intoxicated addicts; the mumbling guardians with every drooping smiles. Looming behind her was a figure with a shoulder length mane of grey, clad is a fitted coat of midnight shadow.

"I should be glad I didn't bring Vincent, here." The black garbed stranger commented as he waved his hand towards one of the flickering crystals sitting aloft the rusted metal cages stapled to the pillars guiding their path, their glow just barely managing to pierce the haze hanging in the tainted air.

"Vincent? you came with a friend?" The girl queried as she pressed onwards, the shock poorly masked behind those wide yellow gleaming eyes.

"Friend's... not the right word. More like angry mage stabber. I'll make sure to introduce you to him, Verena" The man corrected, this time it was his masquerade that required some readjustment. While his words were light-hearted and jovial they clearly were edged with a hint of worry.

"Why bring someone like that to the North?"

"He was angry and had a sword?"

"Light!" The girl hushed sternly, her voice a mix of trepidation and frustration. Both figures stood at the centre of that swirling miasma, motionless in their voiceless silence; the faint buzz of the magic lights vibrating against their metal containers the only chorus of the room. Time slowed to a halt as the emptiness dawned on the two, broken suddenly when the minute lady gently punched Light square in the chest, a mock gesture at breaking the awkwardness and a subtle way of getting him to talk.

"Light... Why are you in the North?"

"I'm hunting a thief for the Mage hunters, normally I don't chase such tame targets but he did throw a bomb in my face." Lucian added, a bit more lively this time; his smile appearing more genuine.

"You're doing this for the fun of it aren't you..." She added, her smile returning just after his.

"Maybe..." And that was the final word, both embracing the laughter that the comment brought and hurrying to the epicentre of the establishment, A large wooden door, black as sin, lined with shackles and buckles and locks. At the core of the ebony slab was a small glass piece, large enough to fit a man's eye. Verena approached the door slowly, her pace rhythmically tapping a volley of switches on the floorboards in a set order. After what must have been 9 or 10 click the first three shackles fell, the remaining 4 having been manually disengaged by a set of golden keys the Man's companion had produced from the various hidden pockets of her attire. As the last clock came clashing down , Verena took a step aside with her arms flourished towards the undone barrier.

"He awaits...

 

[Korten12]

Amelia Foel ? Upper District

She ran across the District and found herself at the In?fal estate, it was large, not as large as the Foel estate but it was still impressive. Amelia busted down the gates, ran to the front door opened it and knew where to go. In the past she had a tour of their estate and knew there was an old war room that during the 2nd City war were used for planning.

She ran to it and opened the door and saw the six nobles excluding the Ana?sha Noble. ?What the fuck.? Amelia simply spoke as she walked in and they all turned towards her. ?What the hell is this all about??

The older man In?fal stood up. ?Isn?t that obvious? You let the boy Lorel live, we were planning on having to counter that and the recent strike on one of our training facility! The plans have been leaked. Don?t you know this??

Amelia had to admit, the second part was completely unknown to her. ?How are you going to refute that? You let someone go out of pure feelings! He could be the end of us! Can we trust you with being the top Noble??

?I made one mistake! But how did you know? You went behind my back and hired the Risenforth court! How are you!? Amelia snapped out.

In?fal spoke back. ?Amelia? I had to do what needed to be done. Now that Project Conquistare is out, we need to go dark, start planning and going faster than before.?

?But you were planning? Once I heard of this get together, I know all of you were planning something against me. Aren?t you?? She could see it in their eyes, it was right.
Jalik spoke next. ?You?re right, we were planning.?

?Jalik!? In?fal said staring down at him.

?What? She knows! If we lied nothing would have gained and it would have been obvious.?
Amelia sat down she knew how to fix this. ?I made a huge mistake, I won?t deny it. But I stop being blinded, I see now that I have fallen. For here on out, I will be more aware, I will have my spies look out more. I see that my actions don?t seem very much like a leader, but I will stop acting like a child. Hire that Mosione Squad again, let?s see if they?re ready for round two.?

 

[FinalDream]

Tear - The Conjures's' Elixir (Tavern) - Tinsdal

She looked at Vergil and tried to force a smile but the sinking feeling, growing by the minute, in her stomach was now at the point of threatening to the swallow her whole. It was hard to find the right words to express herself. Tear reached out and took the wine glass in her hand. She watched the red liquid slosh around the in the glass before taking a sip. Savouring the taste. She caught sight of the mercenary outside. She nodded. He returned the greeting. Tear sighed to herself and stood up from the table. She dropped some Kiel down before Vergil as a gesture of goodwill for the wine.

?Sorry, Vergil, but I cannot come with you.?

With a slow and careful pace the mercenary walked towards Tear keeping a stern gaze on Vergil still sat at the table with the wine. A hand hidden beneath the long cloak gripped the handle of the sword.

?General. We must go.?

?Goodbye Vergil. Maybe we will meet again when all of this is done.?

She never looked at him. The pain was too much.

 

[FinalDream]

Scarlett Verneer - The Green Mountain Tavern - Tinsdal

Scarlett looked at the Vessel. She didn?t want to think about that right now and besides she didn?t even have the faintest clue where to start looking. It was a dead end. She had tried herself many years ago and failed to find even a single good lead. ?No. There is no point. I looked into everything back then and there was not a single solid lead to where she had vanished too??

Scarlett looked down the street and noticed another tavern sign. ?So, Vessel, you don?t really drink huh??

 

[Evrant-Knight]

Vergil Crawford - The Conjuress' Elixir (Tavern) - Tinsdal

Vergil sat there alone in the booth of the tavern, not bothering to look at Tear as she left. For the second time today, he felt dejected. He decided to leave this place, in search of something to do, to while away the hours. The barman stopped him before Vergil left.

"Hey, you not going to finish that?" He asked, pointing over to the half empty bottle of wine on the table. Barely turning his head, Vergil responded, a sad look on his face, barely cracking a smile of his usual calm personality.

"No, you could say, the events, have left me feeling, not very thirsty." Vergil then left the tavern , before the barman could respond. He took a right hand turn, and began walking along the cobblestone streets that made up the district, in search of something to do. For minutes, nothing majorly grabbed his attention; the shops that he passed, had nothing of interest to him, but then, for no apparent reason, he stopped outside a tailors.

Vergil remembered that several seems on his coat, had become undone during the course of his journey with the group. Now would be as good a time as any, to get them repaired.

"Hmm, perhaps also, I could get a little something for the Vessel. She is needing some new clothes after all. Given this weather, she is probably needing a new winter coat." Vergil thought to himself, he now felt a lot better, a smile finally appearing on his face. He then looked up at the sign, its text written in a dark blue font.

Mimi's Winter Wares​

The inside of the shop, certainly made it look more busy, that what appeared from the front. There was at least a dozen people inside, mainly women though, so Vergil felt a little out of place, but didn't mind being one of the few men in the store. He walked passed a display of women's fur coats, each one looking like they would suit the Vessel. Finally, there was one in the center of the display, that caught his attention.

It was a long black coat, complete with hood, and had a full fur lining along the inside.

Spoiler: Fur Coat

"Perfect. This will suit her nicely. Certainly has enough length for her." Vergil remarked, and received a few odd looks from some of the customers.

"Its for a friend of mine." He replied to a question that wasn't asked. The other customers then returned to whatever they were looking at beforehand, satisfied with Vergil's response. With a renewed sense of joy, he proceeded towards the counter, where a woman, wearing what looked like a maid's outfit greeted him. She had cotton candy pink hair, that was worn in two ponytails.

"Ah, welcome Monsieur, to Mimi's Winter Wares. I am Mimi. What can we do for you this day?" She asked in a rather cheerful way.

"Yeah, um hi. I came in to ask if you could repair my coat, but also, I am interested in purchasing that fur coat over there. It is for a special friend of mine." Vergil asked in a rather nervous tone of voice. He then pointed out the coat in question.

"Ah, certainly Monsieur. If you pass me your coat, I shall have one of my girls obtain the item you seek. Maria, zis gentlemen, would like to purchase, the Reckenshaw fur coat. It is for a lady friend of his."

"Certainly Miss Mimi. Right away" Said another girl, but wearing a long dress that went down to her just below her feet. She had platinum blonde, that she wore long. Maria went over to the stand that the fur coat hung on, and took it over to a room in the back. Before she entered, Maria asked a question.

"Would you like this wrapped up, and but into a box, sir?" Maria asked.

"Um, yes please. It is some what of a surprise for her." Vergil replied, sounding more confidant now. He then passed Mimi his coat, who then went into a back room, and began making the repairs, whilst Maria, started to wrap up the coat. It was a few minuted later, when both ladies returned. Maria placed the box onto the counter, and proceeded to help another customer, whilst Mimi handed back the coat, and explained some of the repairs.

"As you can see, I mended the stitching along the pockets and arms of the coat, where there holes looked like where appearing. Also I noticed that the thread on the hood was beginning to fray in places, so I also repaired that for you. That, combined with the fur coat, comes to around... 345 Kiel." Mimi remarked, as she quickly did the sums on a nearby scrap of paper.

"Quite a decent price I think. Here you go, that should cover the costs." Vergil remarked, surprised the cost, but in a good way. After putting his coat back on, he pulled out a handful of coins, counting out the various pieces, before placing them in a pile on the counter. He then took the box, and headed out of the store. Before he left, Mimi called out.

"If your friend needs more clothing, tell them Mimi sent you."
"Oh, I will Miss Mimi, I will." Vergil said with a charming little smile afterwards, which seemed to make Mimi blush a little. He then pulled his hood over, partially obscuring his face, and then proceeded to head back towards the mansion.

"Hmm, perhaps when I get back to the mansion, I should perhaps to a little sword practice. Feel as though my skills have become a little slack." He thought to himself, as he walked along the streets, with the box tucked under his right arm. Vergil then began whistling a happy little melody.

 

[ServebotFrank]

Kain Whitestroke -Outside The Green Mountain Tavern- Tinsdal

God, this is painful to listen to.
Laying outside the tavern listening the two girls drivel on while taking the notes is far from the most exciting thing Kain has ever done. However, if he had to make sure he could report every detail than so be it. Laying beside him are multiple empty whiskey bottles though they really were just sparkling water. Drinking during this assignment would not be entirely in his best interest.

Dossiers that Marco sent him do describe these two to be Vessel and Scarlet. He has other men staking out everyone else. Kain closes his eyes, pretending to sleep, to try and listen to the conversation some more.

 

[tobi the good boy]

Hollow's Peak - Red Stain Den

The arching doorframe serpented up and around the grainy wooden portal, the midnight shine of lacquered ebony reflecting the eerie pink glow of the ornately gilded magi crystals, their rose hued glass cages supplementing the almost mystical aura. Grinning mockingly under the silver stranded cowl, stood Light. His body was a shadow against the unshackled gateway, the ghostly light and smokers haze giving the looming stranger the horrific visage of some ethereal monster of the night. Reaching foreword without trepidation he coiled his hand around one of the loose chains and cast it into the abyss behind him; the rings of metal clashing like thunder against the cracked and crooked stone base.

"Knock Knock, Xan" Light announced, his powerful arms swinging the thick furnished door against its hinges, the mighty thud resonating throughout the open chambers and hallways of the ill-begotten establishment. Giving little Verena one last cheeky smirk, Light broke the threshold of the smoky haven of the damned and set foot into the perfect example of a 'Juxtaposition'. Where the den's walls lined with cheap and coarse wood stood sanded and finished boards of walnut, a rarity in a land almost absent of trees. Where shadows masked the drunken eye's of unsavoury patrons came the wash of a radiance. Where the broken cobblestones that clacked unevenly under your heels once lay was the tender embrace of southern velvets. And finally, where the empty hollows of simple minded drunks and addicts loitered was pile upon pile, shelf upon shelf and cabinet upon cabinet of files, papers, newsletter, pamphlets and tomes.

"Bloody...hell..." Light breathed as his face adopted a sterner complexity. He had never been fond of Xan, in all his past experiences the fat, bloated sack of meat had been nothing more than a deviant and a drunkard. However, the damnable prick had a bright head on his shoulders and it had always kept the bastard neck deep in booze, whores and, unsurprisingly, Information. To speak the least of the matter, Light was hardly looking forward to catching a glimpse of the fellow behind those caked layers of paper scattered in a city's worth of towers.

"Come on Xan, I need to ask you abou-" The deafening chorus of a blast cleaved the dark clad intruders sentence to an end, it's sudden symphony complimented by a explosive bellow sending the piles of papers littering the classically crafted table airborne and the Hunter recoiling in a reverberating pain radiating from the epicentre of his chest. With a winded breath Light collided with those inviting velvet rags of the attackers humble abode, his hand instinctively reaching for where the collision had occurred, his hand running slowly from the base of his sternum to the ball barring lodged into his upper torso.

"Light... don't tell me you're dead?" Queried a young man's voice, it's pitch smooth an nostalgic.

"Not yet... " Light responded, his eye's opening to find an unexpected face with an all too familiar glare.

" Huh, I guess I'll use more gunpowder next time." Retorted the lad as he tapped a smoking tube of metal against the side of his head. His face was long with angular features topped by short, sharp, straight hair painted in a deep charcoal highlight. The smirk on his pale lips the perfect complement to those almond shaped rose pink eyes.

"Zh..Zh..Zhang!?" Light coughed, still trying to get a grasp of the air that still refused to find it's ways back into his lungs.

"You remember me? I'm flattered" The man identified as Zhang added, his voice a mix between snark and amusement, as he seated his slender frame atop a leather bound chair adorned with wheels to which he proceeded to ride upon through the downpour of papers.

"Where's that bloated ass, Xan?" Lucian croaked, lifting himself slowly from the floor, dislodging the metallic ball from his manubrium.

"Who? ...Oh, dead. Stabbed him in the face a few years ago." Zhang added as he found himself comfortably stationary behind a slightly less obscured desk and at the centre of an excessively more cluttered penthouse.

"See, I knew you had it in you." Light added nonchalantly as he examined the new hole running through his cloak and tunic to a rather shallow, albeit unseemly, puncture wound in the middle of his body.

"Besides, I should have guessed something was off... there was a very distinctive lack of prostitutes in this place."

"Considered it, but I prefer the minimalist feel,Lucian."

A smile darted between the two umbra garbed men.

"So what brings you here again, don't tell me you just popped in to check up on us." Zhang mocked as he pointed to the small giggling blue and gold adorned woman, her hand raised to her face in the feeble attempt at hiding her chuckles.

"I wish it were something as simple as reunion with my two favourite Stains. I'm here on a mission from the Hunters, I'm to recover or exterminate a certain someone."

 

[Korten12]

Lorel Ion ? Dean?s Mansion - Tinsdal

He awoke, it was hours later, next to him he brushed away the windows drapes and let the sun rays beam down on him. Snow was slowly falling outside, it was a calm feeling. Lorel looked over and noticed that Malina was no longer present. His body felt rested, and he noticed the blood markings were still over his body, he thought they would have vanished.

Getting out of the bed, he took a bit to stretch his body. Then his stomach growled and he only smiled, he should get something to eat. Lorel walked out of the room, he saw some of the damage caused in the attack, some walls were down, but for the most part the mansion was still standing and mostly livable. Velen turned the corner and saw Lorel. ?Lorel! Good to see you up and around.?

?Good to be around,? Lorel responded. ?Think you could help me get something to eat around here??

Velen nodded and signaled for Lorel to follow, they made their way outside the mansion and then found a restaurant, a dedicated eating shop, and sat down. They ordered simple food, and eat it, but Lorel could tell Velen wanted to ask.

?So, you want to know what happened to me.? Lorel stated.

Velen nodded.

?Just so I don?t need to repeat myself, once everyone is back together I will tell you mostly what happened.? The mage spoke as he dug into his food.

The swordsman inquired ?Mostly??

?I can?t tell you everything, and I will leave it at that.?

Once they finished they went back to the mansion.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

Vergil Crawford - Along the Streets/Outside The Green Mountain Tavern - Tinsdal

Whilst Vergil had walked along the streets, snow had started to fall. It fell lightly, making the district look like it had been sprinkled with powdered sugar, which gave him a cause to chuckle slightly. Already, were people putting on scarves to keep themselves warm. He passed, a tavern called 'The Green Mountain', when Vergil spotted two familiar faces, one of them, conversing a man, who looked as though he was half asleep, but failing miserably.

"You know, your never going to get information out of someone, who is asleep." Vergil remarked, before sitting down at a bench outside of the tavern. He then placed the box on his lap.

"Relax Vessel, I'm not here to cause trouble. In fact I brought you a present. Seeing as though the snow is falling, I thought you would be starting to feel the cold a little. But, its also to say sorry for the way I treated you earlier. It was, totally out of character. Don't ask me why I suggested it though, its something I want to forget." Vergil added, with a look of sincerity, that was barely visible, underneath the darkness that his hood gave.

 

[ServebotFrank]

Kain Whitestroke- Outside the Green Mountain Tavern-Tinsdaal

Kain took a glass of whiskey, this one actually full of whiskey, and took a swig. Since he hardly drank alcohol, it would only take a little in order to make him at least look legitimately drunk. "Get that fucking harp out of my face miss-," Kain took another drink, "Now I wa-wa-wa-want...Nothing with ya!" Damn, It only takes a little exaggerating when you are actually drank a little. Easy. I'll head into the bar now

"Now stop hurting my precious little ears! I want another drink." Kain stood up, stumbling a little and spilled the whiskey on the coat the Vessel acquired from Vessel. "Whoops, girly." Kain began to walk away towards the bar when he realized that spying is possibly his worst skill. He only tried spying on the request of Marco.

Kain tossed the bottle away and approached the group of three again. This time with no weird drunk act though he did stumble slightly. "You know what? This will be alot easier if I tell you straight; for both our sakes." Kain started to introduced himself, "I am Kain Whitestroke, I work for an organization that specializes in all things, murder, thievery, blackmail, and information. Especially information. Upper pays well when we help them and for good reason. That was a bad spying job definitely but I promised my boss I would try that first. I really just specialize in Thievery."

Kain started to chuckle, this is where it will get interesting. Firstly Kain pulls out a bag of kiel and tosses it to Vergil, "Sorry about ruining the coat you probably spent some good money on. That will buy an even better one if you want to impress a lesbian that much."

Kain took a breath and leaned back against the wall outside the tavern. "Now..." He began, "My boss would like me to be involved in your group. Refuse, or kill me and any information we have, as well as your location, will be sent to Amelia faster than you can say 'Oh shit.'"

"Now," Kain was still not done, "This is a pretty good deal if I may say so. Considering you just got done fighting a Dark God and everything."

 

[Korten12]

Amelia Foel ? In?fal Estate ? Upper District

?You?re the head of the Mosione Squad? Varksin Hoehsan?? Amelia asked the man who had walked in alone. They had already been in Upper District, they came on business and In?fal had requested them, he had already planned on them being used again, a secret deal he had made with Deysin before he left Grim.

?I am. You need our help?? He asked as he noticed Amelia sitting back down in her chair and taking a sip of her beverage.

?Correct, you know Lorel Ion? The boy you fought in Grim before they escaped to the North?? She asked, knowing what answer she would get. The man nodded. ?We need your squad to prepare, you aren?t going to the North, but will be in wait. They won?t expect you. I have spies already looking at their position and seeing where they will move next. I need to know, will your squad be up for this??

Varksin nodded. ?Good, get ready. Your second battle must be the end of them.?

Kron Heart ? Steel Hearts Base ? He?val.

The man was older, grey streaks running through his hair that covered one of his eyes, his skin was tan, part of his family?s origins in the Southern Colonies a thousand years before the creation of the City. He stood up, and wiped of the dust that had settled on him, he had been waiting a while. He could hear footsteps from behind the large stone door.

Finally they arrive.

The door opened and the leaders walked in. Leading them was Yama Steel, Kron?s best friend who together ruled Steel Hearts. Yama was younger, blond short hair, pale skin, but still had a round face as if he was still a child. Behind him was an younger woman then the both of them, she had curvy look to her, that would make any man wish to be with her, she had long white hair with a red bow on it. But he didn?t know her name so he was surprised to see her.

Next up was a man with a strong look and stood a foot taller than anyone in the room, markings all over his dark skin, he wore heavy armor that clanked with each step he took. The leaders of the Northern Guardians, a wise and great friend, Galhanin. Overshadowing the next person, an older lady, who was the oldest in the room, her hair all silver from old age, but small sparks of red where it was still changing, she had a cane, a powerful looking one that gave her an overall more authority?s look. The leader of Trinkets and Gold Moya Lamb.

No one else entered the room, but he knew someone was missing. Once the door shut and they were all alone, she arrived. A window on the side, where only a cliff laid, opened up and a red cloaked person entered in. ?Jinshia,? Kron spoke as the cloaked figure got closer. Jinshia Lovecraft, the leader of the Red Stain.

She sat down without a word as did the rest. ?Now that we?re all here, I want to get down to business immediately but before that, who is she Yama?? Kron spoke as he looked at the long white haired woman.

?She is-? Yama began to speak but was interrupted by the girl.
She stood up, her eyes straight and seemed to almost pierce right through him. ?I am Losia Ion, the sister of the late Hongi Ion.?

?Another one?? Jinshia spoke in her seductive voice. ?Does Lorel or Mizuki know of you??

Losia shook her head. ?As far as Lorel knows, I am dead. Died of a terminal disease back in 6257. But trust me when I say, I am truly the last Ion, this was part of Hongi?s plan, for me to kept a secret in case of what happened or what didn?t happen. He knew Mizuki would still be in the care of the Vo?ana?s, and Lorel if he died, would be with Velen. I am here on behalf of my brother to help with the operation. Although I don?t know how much use I will be, I am one of the few and I mean few, Ion?s that have no magical abilities.?

Kron looked pleased and she sat down, and he continued to stand. ?Thank you for that Losia, but later we must talk in more detail. Everyone, it is good to see you, some of you haven?t traveled far, but some far, so I don?t wish to waste any more time. I have gotten word from a hawk that Upper is planning a huge Project, something called Conquistare from our undercover agent Maro who?s also destroyed one of the underground facilities and is now heading here.

Upper is planning on training many mages and soldiers, their first target is Middle District and then will move outwards to take over the whole section. But much of this plan?s information is still unknown, but needless to say this poses great threat to us. We need to act and begin to barter with information traders to find the rest of these facilities. That I just learned, and we will discuss soon but onto the main meat of this meeting I called together.

There isn?t much more hiding we can do, I need the vote of all of you on this. We need to completely come out with this and begin raiding on Upper District and all allies, we have been staying the shadows for too long, and even before I knew of this Project by Upper I thought we needed this. Deathly Continuation is working great, but we need to step up our game, and begin out all the weapons. The longer we wait the longer they have to get control. I need all your opinions on this.?

He stopped there, and everyone was silent for a moment conjuring their responses and Galhanin was the first to speak. ?I agree with you, I may not be able to speak on behalf of the Southern Guardians, but I believe our efforts are going too slow, and we need to quicken up if we wish to stop Upper in their tracks, my men and woman are dying and the lines are being pushed back each day. I support this notion.?

Moya was the second to speak. ?I am not sure about this Kron, you know my position is tough. My faction does some dealings with Upper District, officially we?re neutral.?

?You?re here aren?t you?? Jinshia responded.

The old lady looked at the assassin. ?Yes, because unofficially we do support the Steel Hearts. But this could hurt us, I got innocent people working for me whom I don?t want to be involved. So my stance is indifferent at the moment.?

Jinshia then spoke swiftly and to the point. ?We will support this notion, my assassins could use the work. Not many contracts lately, good to be on the offensive for once.?

Losia didn?t have much to say. ?I support, then again I don?t think I have the right at the current moment to vote.?

Kron smiled, but then looked over at Yama who seemed to be heavily contemplating and face clouded in thought. He knew the pressure that was being put on to him, even if Kron supports, and he doesn?t then the Steel Hearts couldn?t react. So he had no choice but to cave in. ?I?ll support this Kron, but you owe me.? He saw Kron almost laugh.

?5 to 1,? Kron spoke to the group, and Losia noticed he included her vote. ?Moya, you?re overruled, but I wish to compromise. You?re right you have innocents, and your business is large. Thus this once we will exclude you. Just make sure that you can? miss some supplies for Upper every so often.?

The merchant leader looked happy with the result and agreed. ?Alright, we shall continue on with the rest?? Kron said as he sat down.

 

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Kain Whitestroke-Outside the Green Mountain Tavern-Tinsdaal

Kain looked idly off and answered, "Oh various sources. I'm afraid I can't really tell you that but we know alot Vessel. No I'm not with the ****. I think I would've told you that if I was. Considering I didn't know you until just now, I didn't really care that you might be angry."

"Also considering the fact that I'm blackmailing you; do you really think I care if you trust me or not?" Kain said with a mildly smug tone.