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The God-Emperor of Mankind
The story begins in the Underdark market; Bleakpost. A year ago, it was a drow city, but since then, they have been driven back if not exterminated by Morelli's forces for refusing to submit. It is unknown where either Morelli's soldiers or the drow went, but since then, a major resistance cell has flourished in this perfect, unused military base only kilometers away from the capital. Here, mercenaries, merchants, rebels, travelers, common folk, and adventurers spend their days plotting intrigue to defeat the God of Evil.

Who are the spunky heroes? Let's find out.
 
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Beginnings 1.1

The world is in jeopardy. It tends to happen. After all, the overlord is evil.

"Who?" Caecillius snapped.

Darkness hung about the dark lord and licked his body as he sat on his throne. There was a presence to him as if someone stood behind his shoulder and whispered death threats to Marneus, but that kind of palpable aura is natural to the God of Evil. Marneus gulped and proceeded to explain, "Cecilia Rustan Aliew. She wants-"

"Not what she wants, but why she wants it," Caecillius interjected.

Marneus nodded. A droplet of sweat ran down his forehead at the interruption, but he skipped to what the dark lord wished to hear, "When you fought Zenith..." Marneus stopped when he heard a dull growl from Caecillius. After a moment of silence, he continued, growing less and less comfortable. "The god's body actually fell on her mansion, destroying it."

"So she wishes me to pay her back?"

"Yes," Marneus bluntly stated.

Caecillius would grimace to show discontent, had his helmet not blocked his face. "Write a letter, then. Invite her to the capital; I will pay in person."

Marneus clutched his book tighter, clasping it in both hands. He closed his eyes, bowed deeply for several seconds, and began stepping back toward the exit. The guards opened the gates for him and closed them as soon as he was gone, very hastily.

Apparently, the dark lord was responsible for breaking someone's house. The body of a falling god sacked an entire building in one go. It is true; a god hitting the planet's surface can be like a deadly meteorite. Caecillius made a mental note to himself, to get better aim for the future. The least he intended to do was pay back the repair costs, and maybe throw in something extra for the trouble.

As much as he hated to admit it, every noble; minor or major, that was on his side, was another county that supported his worship. Every king a pawn was another country generally and positively enlightened. So, Caecillius had to meet his pawns and influence them.

"Next," Caecillius called loudly.

His valet nodded, then gestured to the guards who let in the next person with an audience. They closed the door at once when the person was inside.

The dark lord had made a decree, that on every seventh day of the week, he would accept anyone willing to go to his palace inside and listen to their plea. He would then consider what they said and decide whether or not to get involved. The problem was that only a few people could make it daily, but the dark lord had a solution for everything.

Magic on the level of a God.

The throne room had time within it going much, much slower than outside. One day inside the throne room was three hours outside as long as the door was closed, which meant the dark lord could listen to eight days worth of pleas weekly, as he did not get tired and require rest. It was also a good way of planning strategy with the generals. In any case, the throne room was the place to go when a lot of time was required.

In addition, for any pleas he couldn't hear out, the dark lord had his lackeys write him detailed reports and transcripts.

The overlord is evil, but for being evil, he was humanitarian and not ignorant of the community's plights and causes.

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Bleakpost was a city lightened by faerie fire, which made the buildings glow colorfully. From the ceiling, magical crystals hung, in an equally colorful palette containing all shades the rainbow has to offer. The buildings, however, were built from dark onyx stone and decorated with statuettes of spiders and spider webs; the holy symbols of Lolth, who was the Spider-Goddess.

The drow had moved out a long time ago, but the resistance didn't bother to remove these decorations. Even an evil goddess like Lolth, at the very least, is another goddess to oppose Morelli. Always something, right?

The de facto leader in this area of the Underdark is Agnus Veyclair; a dragonborn scientist with quirky, magical interests. He leads the resistance cell, comprised roughly of two-hundred active soldiers, two-and-a-half-hundred reserve troops, and almost a thousand civilians who help perform more 'casual' duties like moving supplies, weapons, ammunition, and similar. There is a garrison in the city, a depot for resources, and an armory. Since the city is only eight hours of travel from being under the capital city of the dark lord, plus one to two more of digging upward, it is a very dangerous area.

The zone is hotly contested by illithids; some of whom have allied with Morelli. There are also deep dragons, flumphs, and some adventurers speak of a black-leathered kobold tribe that attacks travelers and has very, very recently taken to worshipping Morelli.

Then there's the overlord's own army, which holds an interest and sway over the northern tunnels of the area, using them for the transport of secret, military goods to and from the capital. The resistance was hoping to attack the route for some time but hasn't, due to the inherent risk it carries.

Little do people realize.

Oh, little do they realize.

How messed up shit is about to get.

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Vladislav "Lazlo" Milovanović
He wasn't sure what to think. At first, Vladislav had laughed at the idea of a city underground, but now all he could do was stare at the cavernous ceiling of the Underdark in both amazement and fear. A Nomad, such as himself, had lived beneath the sky his entire life. It was a comfort, even if you lived in a house one could peer up at the bold blues or dark greys -- But here? It was darkness, given shape by the stalactites which glittered in the distant glow of faerie fire and enchantments. Unnatural to the extent it disturbed the mercenary. Like a rabbit burrow, but far more sinister, as if a wolf awaited at every entrance. He steeled himself, squaring up to this invisible enemy of intimidation and uncertainty - at long last dragging his gaze towards the bustle of resistance as they made the eerily quiet city come to some semblance of life in a weak pulse of supply trains and distant swordplay. He vaguely wondered if there were any pit fights he could have a hand in, or rather his fist in. Thinking of the bad pun made him snort childishly before getting an odd look from his sellsword counterpart, which had him immediately clear his throat and awkwardly click his knuckles; pressing the bone down for that satisfying 'pop'.

Between the low chatter of plans made in boredom and those in earnest, Vladislav found himself sitting outside of the armoury in a pleasant daydream. What else was there to do? The main company had dispersed, lounging about and conveniently leaving Lazlo out of the loop (which had happened more times than he could count). Alas, the niggling need to explore his surroundings got the best of the mercenary. Moving among the shadowy, ebony structures to gaze upon the statues of the dark goddess who had once been worshipped by those dusty, barely lit altars. Surprisingly delicate, using his thumb, he cupped the head of one of those little idols and swept the film of filth away. Vladislav then shivered at the uncovered gaze, and quickly placed it facedown -- jumping as a small procession of spiders snuck across the toe of his boot which caused the big man to get jittery, glancing back and forth only to quickly put some distance between him and the unsettling image of Lolth.

Wandering further from the garrison, Vlad peered into abandoned homes and cringed at the dank breeze which swept through the caverns. Thinking about what was hiding in the darkness only made it worse, dissolving the initial form of curiosity to begin tracing his way back into civilisation he could trust. It wasn't only the fact he couldn't get the thoughts of Illithids out his head, but that of warnings over knives in the dark. Assassins, thieves, - his father had called them scum, lacking honesty and skill. Vlad? Vlad was quite grey over them. There was still the fear, yes, but considering he'd never met any (or at least he didn't think he had), he saw it as no reason to worry.

The company mercenaries said the Drow had lived in this place before Morelli chased them out, not that Vladislav would know much of the dark elves. Just whispers that made it into the grasslands and the stories of his comrades. In fact, the first elf he saw was the same one he tried tugging the ears of, much to his employers' dismay. Alas, these more secretive counterparts where new to him. As much as everything was, and it'd be a long time getting educated over it. Vladislav only began to understand the extent of how sheltered he was when he'd insulted every person he came across by pure accident. They kept putting their hands out, expecting something - which is why Lazlo often smacked it down or wrapped around to pin against their back. Perhaps they desired to see his skill in battle? They were odd indeed. And small. You'd think humans would be the same height from the grasslands to the main Kingdom, but even that had been stripped away as a misconception. Even more so, they had big people - bigger than him, and that was saying something. He'd have to get used to that.

Large roughened hands were drawn over his bearded features with a huff of unknowing. He was never the sort of person to wait around doing nothing and wandering off too far in a place like this? He preferred not ending up as someone's dinner. Perhaps they had mead here? They must've. And thus the hunt was on to find himself a distraction.

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Location(s): Bleakpost
Duos: None



  • Bleakpost, what a fitting name for the city. Black onyx did not help Julian feel welcome. The damn stuff only made the cave feel more suffocating. He was so used to brilliant colors or more earthen colors compared to the depressing shade of Onyx. Lolth still remained in the city though. Julian definitely did not like being here, but he was looking for something. What was he, the lost legacy of a sky goddess, doing in a dark place with no sky? Julian wanted to help people, but the odd stares he got in some areas told him otherwise.

    He had looked, but the bars weren't all that welcoming either. Alcohol was pointless without someone to drink with in Julian's eyes. His motto there was 'Drink to the joy of others, not our sorrows.' The city was rather quiet, making it a dull place. It seemed like it would be bustling, but the quiet world said otherwise. Most other cities Julian visited had children and markets, but this was just a shadow of a city. It didn't feel like a city at times either. So close to the capital also meant he had to perform his duties in secrecy.

    He noticed a rather large human man standing around similar to him. It looked like someone not from around, so Julian decided to put on his best smile and said, "Hello, what brings you to Bleakpost?" idalie idalie
 
dark_elf_assassin___personal_work_by_gpzang-d786y8n.jpg Lyra Melusine; Bleakpost- Bar
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"Ég veit að þú skilur það sem ég segi." The room was dark, the silhouette of a broad shouldered man sitting at a slouching table and the dull, intemidating glare of blue eyes were the only things illuminated by the limited light from outside; the candles still smoking from having been out out only minutes ago. Despite hearing what this mystery person had said, the man did not respond.

Dhesyr was, of course, unsatifised with this. "Hmm, þú veist, dóttir þín er fegurð. Það væri synd ef eitthvað myndi ger-"

"Leave her out of this you damn vulture!" He shouted, his hands slamming down on the table before him. Dhesyr smiled.

"Ah, I knew you could understand me," she said with a purr. "And you must know why I'm here. Not even these people can protect you from what you owe," Her finger gently traced his shoulders she she circled him, before she got close to his ear, "Any last words, svikari?" She asked. But Dhesyr did not plan on giving him a chance as a dagger pierced the back of his throat, the only sounds coming from him were those of him choking on his own blood. The woman tore the blade from.his body, wiped his blood away, and took the nightingale insignia ring, along with his finger, as proof. Nobody got laid if there was no proof, one of this first things they teach you.

Exiting the small house, the dark elf was greeted by her trusted companion Axel, who had been waiting outside the whole time. "Aww, did you miss me?" She cooed, reaching into the side bag of his saddle for a price of parchment, cloth and string. The price of paper was rather small, with messy handwriting, but it was clear to any who assumed her profession, that those were orders. Dipping her insignia ring in the man's blood, she pressed it to the paper, before reaching for a bit of charcoal so she could sign with her alias. Finally, she wrapped the finger up, attached the paper to it, and called to nearby bird. It as no ordinary bird however, as he was another nightingale. A shapeshifter that made smuggling a little easier she it came to proof of death. And now, contract free, Lyra was allowed to enjoy the city.

However, that came with a certain sense of guilt, anger,, and dread all mixed into one nice sized ball in the pit of her stomach. Dark elves were already rare enough as it was, and seeing a multitude of other races, but none of her own kind in a city built or them made her sick. However, for the cause these people were fighting for... Lyra would have to suck it up.

Walking through th streets with a giant wolf in toe made for both a stressful and relaxing walk. On one hand, nobody would talk to her in fear of being eaten. On the other, those brave few who did, were infact wanting to know if Axel was for sale. Of course he wasn't, and she made sure they wouldn't ask any more, but it was never an easy task. But there was something that caught her eye. A bar. After a job we done, Lyra felt that she deserved a drink, and after telling Axle to stay put outside, she walked in.

Drunkards were always an amusing sight, but some times thier relentless advances toward any pretty thing that walked would get a little annoying. Not annoying enough to turn her away from a mug of ale. After being served, Lyra looked around for a place to sit when a young woman sitting by herself caught her eye. And it wasn't her beauty, but her race that intrigued her. A woman with fox tails could only mean one thing, but Lyra wasn't sure. However, she was the only other person in there that looked sober, so Lyra weaved her way through the crowd over to the pretty little thing sitting alone. "Excuse me, but do you mind if I sit with you?"
 
Lady Jing Yu
Bleakpost - Bar

Jing Yu had been in Bleakpost for some time already, and was slowly getting use to it. She was handling herself well; a blade against everyone's throat usually did the trick, well for most anyway. In any case, she lies in the city, awaiting her next job. She entered the bar she usually frequents and took a seat in the corner. She simply sat there, staring at the people around until a waiter brought around a mug of beer. Taking a sip, she wondered, When will I be able to move.

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Vladislav "Lazlo" Milovanović
Now, first impressions of a large, muscle-bound mercenary are often not the most comforting of things. Vladislav was no exception. He turned to the shorter paladin, scowling instinctively at the blue-haired man. Remaining like that for a solid minute, Lazlo cleared his throat at last and shrugged. "Work." The mono-syllabic response wasn't his best attempt at conversations with these strange other-landers. "Uh, you?" He arched his heavy brow, crossing both arms across his chest whilst elevating his chin to gaze upon the ebony and onyx structures of the caverns, before adding in a further beseeching tone, "You know anywhere to get a drink in this gods-forsaken place, by the way? Been gaspin' for one since I got in. Ain't nothin' natural about a city underground." Vlad muttered with a shudder.

Evidently, he wasn't comfortable. How would they know if it was night or day? What if it collapsed in on them during the night? What if an Illithid got him? He really didn't like things that apparently looked like someone had stuck an octopus on their head. An octopus with mind powers, and teeth. That stuff was the thing of nightmares. Not that he'd ever admit it aloud unless drunk or otherwise. He preferred staying on land. Not under it, not over it, not in the ocean. He liked being ON it. Perhaps his boss hadn't got the message? Alas, it was typical for a Nomad to prefer the grass plains even when he'd gone so far to avoid them.

Inhaling carefully, Vladislav steadied his thoughts. It wouldn't do well to miss what the paladin had to say, and subsequently find himself lacking in alcohol. If anything, he was banking on ale to get him through the ordeal. That was one thing he did prefer more to home - the amount of variation these people had in alcohol. Whilst he'd grown on few sorts, these lands had beverages from rice-wine, to honey-wine, and even distilled grains. Which he'd hit heavy in his first few weeks and wrecked his poor liver even further.

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Ed and Amias
"YOU!" Ed yelped leaping up onto the table. He was immidiately yanked off. "Damn fool" Amias hissed "She sits with a Drow and her hellish wolf." Amias was doing his best to drag the little thing away, but that only went so far without magic and he wasn't going to start channeling in the middle of this city. "You with the ears! Do you know my people!? I also have big ears!" Ed was dragging Amias with his heels dug in back to the table. "Sorry for this creature, he likes picking through the trash taste testing the taste of whatever he finds." Amias wrapped his arms around Ed and put his weight onto him dragging his body behind. "Only from things beside the cans! Not from inside!" Ed protested, showing no sign that Amias's efforts were having an effect.
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KA’SHA STONEJAW


“Now Ka’sha, remember what I told you. This place is a dangerous place, so you best be careful. Don’t under any circumstances, buy anything or even talk to anyone who seems even a little bit suspicious. In fact, it’d be best not to talk to anyone unless you absolutely have to, and if you do talk, please don’t stutter or whimper. Always keep a hand on your blade, never let your belongings out of your sight, and please, for the love of all that is living, never let anyone see Bim. I know how much you love your little pet, but please Ka’sha, don’t even think of letting him out no matter how much he whines, you get that?” Ka’sha nodded as he listened to Mr. Cromwell talk. Mr. Cromwell is the owner of the Cromwell Trading Company which Ka’sha was guarding. It may seem strange for Ka’sha to be having this talk with Mr. Cromwell, but Mr. Cromwell happened to be an old friend of her Master and has thus decided to, at the very least, watch over his old friend’s disciple. Though what struck Ka’sha a strange is that Mr. Cromwell never says her Master’s name, only referring to him as Old Friend or as Ka’sha’s Master. Still, it didn’t bother her too much, after all, not even she knows her Master’s name.

“Just remember what I said and you’ll be fine. Your Master wouldn’t have gone and trained you if he didn’t think you could handle yourself.” Mr. Cromwell said, causing the gigantic Saurian to blush a shade of purple from the indirect compliment. “Here is your pay for the journey, and remember, we leave in a week, so if you are still keen on accompanying us, you are welcome to meet up with us by then.” Mr. Cromwell said as he handed her a pouch filled with coins before departing for the local Merchant’s Guild. Ka’sha shyly waved at the man as he was departing, just a tiny little waved like a shy child might do. Anyway, now that Mr. Cromwell is gone, Ka’sha was wondering what she would do for now. Upon thinking of that, Ka’sha’s stomach let out a mighty growl not unlike a beast’s. Blushing once more, Ka’sha decided to find some place she could have a meal in.

People avoided Ka’sha as she walked, not even one of them looking up to glance at her face. In a city as dangerous and shady as this, one quickly learns not to make eye contact less you attract the wrong person’s attention. This turned out to be a good thing since, if anyone were to look closely, Ka’sha seemed to have two heads underneath her hood. “P-Please stop nibbling my ear Bim.” She whispered as she felt Bim starting to playfully peck at her ear. It wasn’t that painful, but it was starting to tickle. “You heard Mr. Cromwell, I can’t let you out no matter how much you peck my ear.” She said, trying to sound assertive and failing miserably. Still, Bim seemed to be content pecking Ka’sha’s ear so at the very least he doesn’t seem to be trying to get out, for now at least. Despite Bim continuing to nibble on her ear, what took up Ka’sha’s attention is the city itself.

At first she thought that Mr. Cromwell had been kidding when he told her they’d be going to a city beneath the earth. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time he used Ka’sha’s ignorance to make fun of her. Her cheeks still burned whenever she remembered Mr. Cromwell telling her that they’d be going to a floating island and that they’d need to ride a giant flying pig to get there and how Ka’sha totally believed him. So imagine her surprise when they really did go to an underground city. “How do you think people built this Bim?” She asked her pet who was still busy oecking her ear. “Did they dig up this hole in the earth, or maybe they used magic? It’s definitely magic right? There’s no way people could dig this up.” She rambled on, talking to her pet as if she was expecting to be listening to her, which it wasn’t.

It wasn’t long before she arrived at a bar, she could tell by the smell of alcohol. This wouldn’t be the first establishment Ka’sha would pick, since mean people usually hang out in these kind of places, but figured that people here would know better than to bother her. People here, though aggressive, are usually the types to pick on people weaker than them, and besides, they’re all probably drunk out of their minds so Ka’sha could just outrun them. As Ka’sha entered the bar (she had to duck in order to get in), quite a number of people stopped their conversations and looked at her. Ka’sha would love nothing more than to whimper and walk out of here cowering, but she knew it would just cause problems for her like Mr. Cromwell had said, so she tried her best to ignore them as she walked towards the barkeep.

To their credit, the people in the bar soon lost interest in her and went back to whatever it was they were doing. She passed by some interesting people, one was a person with what looked like cat ears (?), a lady dressed in all black woth a wide brimmed hat, and an elf with a huge doggie with her. She wanted nothing more than to pat the cute doggie, but she became distracted by a loud puppy on two legs who was dragging a grown man with him. Ka’sha would absolutely have giggle had it not been for her nervousness and anxiety so with that she hurried towards the barkeeper. “E-Excuse me, um, I mean, ahem. Get me something to eat, fast.” Ka’sha awkwardly said, trying to sound tough.

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[/div] [div class=post][div class=scrollbox] Cecilia looked at her accommodations in disgust. That was the only word she could use to describe her surroundings. It consisted of a desk with more scratches than smooth surface, a bed that felt a smidge more comfortable than the floor, a fireplace that looked like it hadn't been cleaned since being made, and a ratty kerchief that acted as poor excuse for window curtains. The only saving grace to the place was its dubious cleanliness, but she knew firsthand that other places in this light-forsaken city were in worse conditions. It wasn't her first time in Bleakpost, and while she wished otherwise, she doubted it would be her last. The underbelly was the place to get some of the materials and equipment she required as a practicing mage. Getting them aboveground would force her to pay exorbitant prices for average quality, and she simply didn't have the luxury of it with the inflation. And while Cici has always been a champion delegater and a lady-of-the-manor all around, she was extremely selective about the things she used in the arcane arts.

With the list of things she needed at the forefront of her mind, she knew the faster she ran her errands, the less time she'd need to spend underground. Cecilia took care to gather her things, having been taught her lesson the last time she'd been in the city, and exited the inn in brisk steps. Somewhat familiar with the city's layout, she didn't hesitate as she navigated the twisty streets towards the marketplace. She knew she stuck out like a sore thumb; that was fine with her. Anyone who decided to give her a shakedown for some extra income would be in for a nasty surprise.
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Aelyann Teirad-Lioncrest
BLOOD MONEY

Bleakpost Marketplace
The Melting Pot


Somewhere in the marketplace, a certain shop was being crowded by a number of people, as if there was some sort of commotion going on. This specific trading stall is known as "The Melting Pot" - a merchant establishment selling all sorts of goods, from simple food ingredients, to highly-priced rare materials. A common place to restock for supplies for anyone - soldiers, wanderers, mages, and even mere citizens. While it is renowned for not breaking its motto of "you name it, we got it for price", it is usually not this packed with people - let alone those who are simply watching the scenes unfolding in it, and not browsing its fine selection of wares.

What could be the reason for this, one might question?

Apparently, one of the many authorities of the resistance has paid visit to this place, causing many, including mere bystanders to gain intrigue and check out what is happening. It is rare for an official to visit the marketplace, let alone this one - the one they call "The Lion of Bleakpost". The store has a rather open look to it, allowing clear visibility to most of the establishment's area - even the room of the founding merchant, despite its rather secluded location.

In the said room, two figure could be clearly seen, facing each other with a table between them - on the right side, just before the slightly ajar door, was Aelyann, and on the other side, glancing back and forth to the surface of the table and to Aelyann, was the owner of the shop - a man simply called as Martin.


"Explain this!", Aelyann said, her voice clearly sounding of anger. She slammed the table, putting emphasis on the piece of paper presented.

"I guess there is no point in hiding this.", Martin said, taking a quick glance on the paper. "I did it. That is proof enough."

"We trusted you, Martin. And you sold us out for some measly sack of gold?!"

"Not one, but ten sacks of gold." Martin pushed the paper back to Aelyann's side on the table. "I am a man of business, more than I am a man of the resistance. I regret nothing."

Aelyann grabbed the paper and crumpled it with her hand. "Their lives were worth more than your money, traitor.", she threw the crumpled paper to the sides.

The man chuckled. "Those men knew what they signed up for. I only profited upon their demise."

"You have no honor."

"Business is a place where honor exists not, general."

Aelyann clenched her fist. "This establishment will no longer be welcome here. You shall leave within two days or prepare to face the consequence of your betrayal."

The man's face suddenly turned sour. "Do not threaten me, general. I am not afraid of you."

"This is no threat, Martin. Do it or pay for your sin."

The man, agitated, knocked the table over to the side. "I shall do my business as I see fit! This is not your land, general, nor is it in your authority to evict me!"

Aelyann turned around, and opened the door. Unfortunately, the moment she took one step forward to the exit, she heard despicable words come out from the merchant's mouth.

"Do not turn your back on me, whore-child! I am not done with you yet!"

Within mere moments, the man was launched onto the wall as Aelyann grabbed him by the collar and lifted him off the ground. "Choose your next words wisely. You might not like what comes after it."

"Tch.", he said with slight difficulty. "I know your story, general. Your mother was-"

Aelyann raised her free arm and clenched her fist, within a moment's notice it was heading quickly towards the man's face.

Martin's eyes fortunately wandered to the side, allowing him to see a view of the gathered crowd, just outside his store. "Are you certain you want to beat me up in front of a big audience, general?", he mocked her.

Aelyann fist suddenly stopped, just before coming in contact with the man's face. She glanced to the outside, and saw the crowd. The decision stood uncertain.

She had already caused a commotion that would most likely cause political complications in the resistance. If she stopped and let the man go, the people might start doubting the resistance's true intentions, but the shown mercy would give them a better look. On the other hand, if she continued, the people would see the might of the resistance, though it might instill fear in their spirits.

Aelyann, unable to pick one of the either, was kept at a standstill.


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Marneus had been running errands for the dark lord the entire day. First, he sent a letter to that noblewoman that wanted reparations for her destroyed mansion; inviting her to the palace of justice. Then, he went on to have some of his men begin investigating and surveying the economy to figure out where the damn inflation is coming from and how to fix it. The dark lord had already told Marneus to establish and fund a merchant's guild to take care of that task, but Marneus was hoping to find out himself before they used the treasury for possibly unnecessary spendings.

Damn it, Marneus huffed. At this rate, the black market will get all the trade profit and there won't be enough tax money to fund the golem factories. Who else were they going to use for the completion of life-threatening missions?

And finally, came the problem of the Eldarin Rebellion in the Fey realm. This one was easier to amend; just throw more skilled generals at it and give them reinforcements. Morelli's armed forces were among the finest in the World Tree, and it was easy to see for all, as they were about to take hold of the entire verse.

Marneus compiled a detailed report and forwarded it to Caecillius Morelli.

Caecillius sent Marneus away and read through it, noting every, little suggestion and political remark or strategy that Marneus underlined for him with red ink. Caecillius crumpled the paper and it burned in his clenched fist. He threw the dust away, discarding it into the wind. Without turning, his bored face supported only by his other fist, called out to the woman beside the throne,

"Call Elabryne and Evalyne here, Mira," Caecillius ordered. "We're going traveling."

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Location(s): Bleakpost
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  • "I'm just traveling." Julian said with a friendly smile. "My duties to help people are taking me to a number of places." He was rather happy to find someone to speak to. The last person he approached seemed to want to stab him, so Julian walked away. He listened to Vlad's question and said, "None too welcoming, but maybe there's some in the marketplace." Julian began walking in the direction of the market. It was more active, but most of the activity seemed to be on a corner where a woman was holding a man up by his collar. Neither was doing anything, but Julian felt his good nature compell him to walk over.

    Julian pushed through the crowd of people before he reached the scene. Upon closer inspection, the woman was holding a fist and a rather angered expression while the man seemed to have a terrified smile as he struggled in the air.

    "What grievance has this man brought to you? I sure hope it isn't as bad as it seems," Julian asked in a calm voice. He didn't know what was going on, but such a scene would end badly for one of them...if the accused was innocent. Julian nearly felt his right shoulder twitch in anxiety. The worst outcome for him would be if he had to fight. idalie idalie Reinhardt Reinhardt
 
Emiliana Rosenworth
Bleakpost - The Azure (Bar)

Emiliana walked back into the bar from her backdoor. She had just come back from doing business with some clients, and she was holding the small pouch of gold in her hands. She tossed a gold coin to the one behind the counter. "Thank you John. Here's your pay." The part-timer nodded, walking out the same way she came in, beginning to take off his work attire. Emiliana likes to hire him for when she's busy working with a client. Walking behind the counter, her gaze pierced through the room, identifying newcomers and strangers, before settling her eyes on the Saurian. She has come across a few of them in her past, so it wasn't too much of a oddity to her, but she could clearly tell the Saurian's nervousness. Emiliana decided to give a comforting smile and started to make a small sandwich for her. "First time in Bleakpost?" She asked her.

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Miravaliana Chesslard - Elebran Ice - Evalyne, Angel of Light

Location - Royal Palace

"As you wish my lord." Mira said bowing as she spoke. She then touched her staff to the ground and her entire body was covered in black before disappearing. Of the two of them, it was faster to find Evalyne. Normally she would be somewhere on a battle field slaughtering thousands of people, however over the last couple of weeks Morelli has kept her here. Meaning she's most liking in her living quarters staring at painting of Morelli... Appearing in the middle of the room, "Lets go, Lord Morelli has called for you."

True to Mira's prediction Evalyne was laying on her bed starring at painting they had put just above her. Ironically a angel doesn't require sleep, yet she spends more time here than anyone else does."Lord Morelli needs me?! But of course I would answer to the call of..." one sentence and Mira had enough, "Good then lets go." Mira opened a portal for Evalyne to the thrown room."Not much for chat huh? Sad, we never talk..." Evelyne said stepping through the portal. I have no interest in talking. Now to find Elebran, hes probably in the court yard practicing

Elebran spends most of his days practicing, originally the plan was for him to be on battlefield. However at the concern that Mira wasn't enough to protect Lord Morelli he requested to stay at the palace, one of the major issues being that Mira can't stay awake through the entire 8 days without the assist of some magic, which may weaken her. "Elebran..." Before Mira could finish her sentence "Lord Morelli has called? Let us go" Without replying Mira made a portal to the thrown room where Evelyne was already on her knees in front of Lord Morelli. The other two stepped though, and began to bow as well. "We are all here my Lord, where shall I take us?." Mira said awaiting his orders. Birdsie Birdsie
 
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Amias let go of Ed sitting up. He looked understandably annoyed "He literally eats garbage. From the trash." "From BESIDE the trash" Ed cut in, then mumbled "maybe if you try you not scold me for it." Ed jumped up onto the table again staring intently at this animal person "You must tell me ENTIRE history of your peoples" "Nobody ever wants to do that Ed." Ed squinted his bulging eyes a bit looking from the girl, to Amias, than back again a few times. "Ok, just half."

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The throne room was enveloped in light; bright torches placed on the columns to the left and right illuminated the red-gold carpet leading to the glorious throne. The dome-shaped ceiling above the throne had a fresco of Morelli painted on it.

The dark lord stood up. Instantly, the torches in the throne room flickered and their light became weaker. The light coming in through the dome's small ceilings became faint; as if pushed back by the tangible darkness that surrounded Caecillius. He looked at his servants kneeling before him and took several steps in their direction, speaking as he did,

"The Feywild has refused to submit for some time. The realm of fairies, magic, and a grotesque echo of Gaia," he briefly recalled the general facts. "It was molded long ago, by the Archfey. Most of them were considered gods until I destroyed them, but to my knowledge, several remain."

Caecillius shifted, walking around his servants. "Oberon's concubine; Titania. She will be the focus of the attack. Today, we begin the second phase of the war. For far too long have I allowed the cowering deities to remain in hiding and on the defense. They foolishly believe themselves safe because unlike the others; they do not attack me. Titania, Lolth, Aerdrie, Erevan, Mystra, the Raven Queen; I shan't allow even demigods to remain and plague the planes if they do not submit. This will send a message that none are beyond me."

Caecillius stopped in front of the throne and sat back down. "Now. Let us discuss strategy. How do you think it would be best to go about the attack on the Feywild?"

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Miravaliana Chesslard - Elebran Ice - Evalyne, Angel of Light
Location - Throne Room

All three of them listened quietly as Lord Morelli explained the situation. After a brief explanation of a topic they knew little about, Lord Morelli sat back down.
Feywild, Feywild, Feywild.... Mira repeated in her head over and over trying to remember the information that wasn't given to her. I barely know anything about situation in Feywild. How am I suppose to answer? Obviously if Titania is the focus he is trying to effect Oberon though her. But what does that have to do with the attack? From the wording of the question it seems like he wants to defeat the entire rebellion with one attack." Mira stopped to briefly look at the others. Only a couple seconds had passed, Evalyne has a horrible smile. Knowing her, she was going to say 'kill them all'. On the other side, Elebran was simply hold his hand to his chin thinking. Did neither of them know the answer....Is she suppose to answer, but...

"I th...." Before Evalyne could even get through her second word she was cut off."Titania being Oberon's concubine, I can only imagine she has less defenses than himself. In addition to this she will easily flee immediately after any form of attack is presented as a threat, under normal circumstance this would be a bad thing, however if we know her location before attacking it can be used as a way to predict her movements. With Miravaliana's ability we could transport an elite force behind lines. She will be forced to encounter us, while fleeing, in which case we fight whatever forces she has, then kill her or capture her, and Miravaliana can teleport us back out within a moment. This also avoids any traps she may have set, as she will be forced to fight us instead of the other way around. I also believe it may be best to leave Evalyne with the major attack forces, at she has the most experience, of the three of us, in large scale battles, and if we are using an elite force her area of effect spells might be so large that they give away our position, effectively making her useless to us. " As Elebran finished speaking his head laid low. Like the others he knew little of the situation. I'm sorry master, I believe I have failed, not only was that plan far less accurate then it should have been, It was also about 10 times longer than it needed to be. I should have done better. Elebran thought. Both Mira and Evalyne were speechless, for different reasons.

I see, i spent to much time worrying about the point of the attack, as opposed to just answering his question. From one side of her, Mira could almost feel the anger of Evalyne, probably assuming her plan was better, and annoyed she was stopped from 'speaking to Lord Morelli', something like that. What a trouble some person. She thought.
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[/div] [div class=post][div class=scrollbox] The withering gaze she threw him would shrivel lesser souls, but obviously the guy couldn't take the hint. She didn't have time to waste on him. "Dear sir, we both know you aren't talking to me out of the kindness of your heart." The saccharine sweet words dripped with sarcasm. Yes, she was sheltered, but she wasn't an idiot. "Now, you'll let me pass. Otherwise, I flick my wrist and turn you into a cockroach and crush you underfoot." Her transmutation magic was dubious at best. Frankly, she was far more likely to turn the carriage beside them into a pumpkin, but he didn't know that.

Thinking her point made, she simply marched past, uncaring if he chose to follow or not. If he did, he'd find that she'd taken the left that led towards the city's marketplace. Her first stop, The Melting Pot. She did business frequently with the owner; he'd quickly learnt that angering Cici was probably something one did not do. A misaimed fireball could convince a lot of people, whether that had been the summoner's original intention or not.

Cecilia knew he did good business, but the crowd gathered outside his shop was unprecedented. She paused; manners dictated she should wait her turn. Mismatched eyes studied the people milling about, quickly realizing that they weren't browsing; they were watching something unfold inside. Obviously the denizens of Bleakpost had nothing better to do. Shoving and pushing her way through the crowd, with barely an 'excuse me', she finally reached the front of the crowd where a pair was making a spectacle of themselves. She recognized one half as Martin, the shopkeeper. The other was an unknown entity, but she'd caught enough of their shouting to understand that she wasn't pleased with the merchant.

Did she care? Not particularly. But if the stranger planned on killing Martin, she'd rather get the supplies she'd requested for trade before she did so.

"Anyone who's still watching after I count to five will get turned into a frog." Some of the merchants recognized her; she'd gained quite a bit of a reputation from that small cave-in she'd caused before. They warned the crowds, and the people dispersed, though there were still curious stares from nearby establishments. This was as close to privacy as she could get.

"Martin, I'm here for the crystals, wyvern's scales and griffin feathers I'd asked for. And if you happen to have the giant spider silk that my sister often uses in her work, she'd like me to pick it up for her." She didn't so much bat an eyelash at the blonde who'd only moments before had a fist ready to sock the shopkeeper. "If you decide to permanently end his business, would you mind pointing me towards others who carry some more specialized materials for mages?" She held out a hand in greeting, cutting through the tension. "Cecilia Aliw. I'd apologize on Martin's behalf, but I don't especially think he's worth the effort."
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KA’SHA STONEJAW

It’s really hard for Ka’sha to put on a tough exterior, mostly because she just couldn’t stop whinpering everytime someone talks to her. It was an unconscious response much like blinking, though more pathetic in this case. It becomes even harder to do so when the person she was supposed to intimidate was really nice, just like right now. It’s just easier to act tough when a person is being a jerk rather than if they’re smiling at you. Makes it easier to smash their heads in and cut their arms off as well. Since the female barkeeper looked barely fazed by Ka’sha, her confidence, what little she had, plummeted even more. Now she was even more nervous and anxious than before she had entered the establishment.

T-Thanks, a-and yeah, it’s my first time here.” She shyly mumbled, color rising to her cheeks as she reached for the sandwich. It really looked good, however, it was really small, especially for someone of her size. The sandwich was gone in a few small bites, barely even quenching her hunger. “U-Um, excuse me.” Ka’sha called out to the barkeeper as she shyly raised her hand. “C-Could I have something more, um, more filling? Do you have those here or do you not serve meals here?” She asked the woman as she recalled that some bars she went to never served any food other than some snacks. It makes sense, it was a bar after all. “I-If you don’t, then, um, c-could you please direct me to a restaurant of some sort? A-As I said I-I’m not really familiar with the area. I-If you don’t mind that is.” Ka’sha said to the barkeeper. Due to her hunger, Ka’sha barely noticed the commotion happening just a few tables down, figuring it was just a loud patron arguing with someone.

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Aelyann Teirad-Lioncrest
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Bleakpost Marketplace
The Melting Pot


In the midst of her indecisive trance, a few managed to weave through the growing crowd and approach her. Though in most cases they would not be able to do this, simply due to her being rarely seen in public, they have been able to do so with ease.

The first was a knight clad in armor. The calm tone of his voice seemed to resonate to Aelyann's ears much like a voice of reason - asking for the man's fault against her. While it was just a simple question, such words had caused her to think about what had and what will transpire with her actions. Her grip on the man slightly loosened, and he was slowly getting lowered down until his feet could, once more, touch the ground.

"...", unable to respond, Aelyann eventually released the shopkeeper from clutches. Soon enough, her perked up demeanor slowly returned back to what it should be.

The latter one was a woman. Seeming to have heard the outburst between the two, more specifically, Aelyann threat to Martin and his business, the girl spouted words that, unlike the former, gave a glimpse of the economical impact her imposed punishment could have. The Melting Pot was a business that many relied on, and if it would disappear, things have a possibility of going uncontrollably chaotic.

The said woman introduced herself, and offered an apology on behalf of Martin, as she extended her hand.

It is common courtesy to not let such leave hanging, hence, Aelyann took her hand and shook it - introducing herself as well, in the process. But not without remarks.

"Aelyann Teirad-Lioncrest.", she said, letting go of Cecilia's hand. "I suggest leaving him be. The stains of his sins may dirty your fair skin."

Once done, she turned her attention back to Martin, who was muttering some words under his breath as he fixed his crumpled attire and the mess left upon his office. "Prepare yourself, your betrayal shall bear its price."

She, then, tapped the armored knight's shoulder. A simple gesture of gratitude and respect. Then, she took off, only to briefly pause just outside the store's premises, in the middle of the emptied pavement. With what she encountered, an idea sparked in mind - a much more preferable way to bring justice to a man's betrayal.


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"Then I expect all of you to be prepared to set out in two days," Caecillius ordered. "Mira; inform the generals of my intent. Have them mobilize adequate forces for the plan. The King and Queen of Fairies shall fall."

Worth the effort. The Feywild had untapped and rich leylines, full to the brim with sparkling and extremely pure magical energy that is unheard of in the mortal realm. A single unit of mana there is worth a hundred in this realm, and there is more of it there. With that kind of power, the God of Evil could create a fleet to topple the depths of space and vanquish the very netherworlds. An access to nearly unlimited magical energy in the form of the entire fae realm was worth overcoming any obstacles.

Upon considering all of the variables, Caecillius accepted the possible outcomes,

"Dismissed."

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Emiliana Rosenworth
Bleakpost - The Azure (Bar)

Emiliana calmly turned and faced a large pot. Ladle in hand, she lifted the cover to reveal the aroma of Tomato Bisque. It may be a bar and it may be in Bleakpost, but that doesn't mean there can't be high quality food. In anycase, Emiliana poured several scoops into a bowl and handed it to the Saurian. Closing the lid and putting the ladle back down, she picked up a roll of bread, broke it in half, and handed it to her. "You'd be lucky to find a place that serves a 7 course meal in Bleakpost. I'm Emiliana by the way. What brings you to Bleakpost?"

Emiliana took a peak to the commotion surrounding the rat... What in the world...
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Vladislav "Lazlo" Milovanović
Vladislav shrugged and sighed. "I'll continue my search then --" He paused with a confused gaze at the paladin's sudden departure. Even so, it was only to witness conflict in the marketplace. Looking on, the big man watched for another second till deciding it best to take his leave and seek out something to drink. It wasn't any of his business, and a little violence always got some excitement going. Lazlo hitched his thumbs in his belt, the big man rolling his shoulders as he passed on by following the scent of beer and honey. Eventually, he was pointed in the right direction by another drunkard ducking inside the bar fluidly.

The first thing which struck him was the collection of different races, being as sheltered as he'd had; it was something akin to seeing stories come to life in front of his eyes. Especially the Saurian. He stared for a good minute, then frowned, and put a hand on his head. Now that was something he certainly hadn't been told about. Nobody had ever gone that far South in the tribes. Clearing his throat, not dismissing the bewilderment which lingered on his expression, the beserker leant against the bar and pressed his fingertips together decisively. He had manners enough to wait for the bartender to finish her question till awkwardly lifting a couple of fingers to motion for the bespectacled woman. "Mind just sliding a glass of whats on tap?"

Alas the loud nature of the odd armour-clad creature in the back of the inn, caused Vlad to turn his head in question. It was at that point he noted the women he and his companion were talking to - or something akin to it he supposed. Turning to the doorway of the bar he noted the wolf sitting pleasantly for the second time since his arrival - equally wondering who the owner was, whilst his palms itched to pet the canine. Dogs were the only reliable beings in that cruel world of theirs.

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Miravaliana Chesslard
Location - Royal Palace - Azure(bar)

Without a word, each of them stood up and left the throne room. Upon exit Mira turned to Elebran, she wanted to say thanks, but instead "Elebran, I have to take care of something. While I'm gone your in charge of guarding Lord Morelli. I should be back within a couple hours." Elebran gave a short nod, and walked over to the door of the throne room without entering. Morelli would call if he needed anything.
"Evalyne.." Mira stopped for a moment, Evalyne was still angry. "Since I'm busy, can I trust you to inform the generals of the plan. If your unsure where to find them ask Marneus, he's most likely in his office." Mira said as she began walking to her room. "Kch, Fine.."

Back in Mira's room she was changing into a disguise, cloths, wig, makeup whatever so that no one would recognize her. When she was ready she tapped her staff against a wall, from a single point a black oval formed until it presented a clear image on the other side, the back room, of what would be Emilia's bar. After briefly jumping through and leaving her staff in the back of the bar, so no one would recognize it she started walking to the front area. For a moment, she looked down at her outfit, Emilia had requested she wear this. Is this a employees outfit? What do I work for her now? haha she wishes. Mira said stepping out of the back room. Quite alot of people here today. Emilia was standing near the middle of the bar seemingly preoccupied. This wasn't Mira's usual time to show up but she didn't have a choice, yesterday was way too busy. Mira figured she would just wait till Emilia was finished but before she even made it there several customers started asking for drinks....How annoying. Whatever I suppose I will help. She thought as she started making drinks for whoever asked her. Emilia would notice eventually.
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Evalyne, Angel of Light
Location-Royal Palace

Mira had completely misinterpreted the situation, Evalyne couldn't care less that her plan was interrupted, or that she didn't barely say a word to God Lord Morelli! How DARE his plan involve me NOT being with my Lord Morelli?! Who does he think he is?!" Evalyne said smashing the wall next to Marneus's office. Not breaking it, of course. God Lord Morelli wouldn't want to have to fix another wall she broke. "Marneus...." she said walking in. Her face cracking with anger of her previous thoughts. "I need to know where the generals are?" She would have added more, but her mind kept getting overwhelmed with the thought that on such a GREAT mission she might NOT be with Her LORD!?
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