Asa Loko
Lightning
All of you, who see the good within people and possess such a thing as compassion for others, come and gather.
The time has come where one blade alone cannot shoulder anymore the fate of those we swore to protect.
If you believe, that balance and peace cannot be restored by itself anymore, then join our cause.
On the evening of the first full moon of the fifth month.
Head to where the ever-moving birds and horses rest and drink.
Signed by the leader of Egregore.
The time has come where one blade alone cannot shoulder anymore the fate of those we swore to protect.
If you believe, that balance and peace cannot be restored by itself anymore, then join our cause.
On the evening of the first full moon of the fifth month.
Head to where the ever-moving birds and horses rest and drink.
Signed by the leader of Egregore.
Somewhere in the outskirts of the kingdom Logosta, a special gathering was coming together in secret. Men and women from all around the globe, sharing a common trait. The profession of being a famed warrior. Mostly mercenaries and soldiers, but there were also adventurers from all around the globe invited.
Here, the pogroms against the non-human races in the kingdom were still far away. It would have been too much of a loss to the city if all tradings with it stopped due to the outbreak of violence. Pushing the hand that feeds you away was never a wise decision. Nonetheless, tensions within the town could be felt.
It was a big inn, that was chosen for the meeting. Right in the middle of the town Abreuvoir, which was close to the border with the Empire of Diadochia. Usually, business would have gone well tonight. Merchants traveling by carts and horse or travelers in general by foot were often found in this place. However, this evening the inn was completely reserved for "only invited guests". A list of several people, but their names were unknown for everyone but the people that invited them. And the bulky, two-meter tall bald bouncer called Boris at the front door, who held a note with the names on it. An unreadable mess, that only he could read, given he had no real education or whatsoever and wrote the words down in a way they were pronounced. Basically gibberish for anyone but him.
Inside it nothing special was going on yet. Candles on top of the chandeliers above the tables were lit. A bright fire was burning in the middle of the inn, right behind the counter where also the kitchen was. A grit beneath a pot filled with soup. All sorts of ingredients were hanging by the cupboards, simply attached by a small wire and a nail. The cook - and at the same time barkeeper - was currently cooking a stew and threw in vegetables he cut into small pieces on a cutting board.
The one table, that stood out in the night empty hall room, was a round table. It was slightly bigger than the others and was moved into the center of the customers' area with plenty of free room around it. The only person sitting there was a female wearing a conical rice hat. The piece of clothing covering up the face, but not the casual eastern clothing and sheathed swords tangling at her hip. Neither the lamellar armor protecting her left arm, chest and upper thighs. Was this the so-called leader of Egregore? Who knew.
People passed the tavern building, wondering why the windows were closed even if it was "only" reserved. But every now and then someone moved towards the entrance, revealed their name to Boris and were thus granted entrance to the special gathering. Given they were on the list and Boris didn't get the name wrong. Who was going to appear at this fateful meeting tonight?
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