(The Party)
A slight grey touched the sky of Newstark, as the last of the Spring rains began to wane, giving in to the sunshine of summer. The city itself paid no head to the sky, and soon after the crack of dawn, the streets began being filled with the hustle and bustle that came with the Tide.
"The Tide" is an event that happens every year in the Leviathan Seas, right on cue with the beginning of summer. The annual tides begin to rise more and more, and with them comes a massive bounty of fish, and would see a great flood of Newstark's coffers. The event sees many people spending their extra gold on parties, ranging from a drunken night of partying, to the grandest and most extravagant event known to the entire city, The Tidal Ball.
Hosted by the Lord High Tharn himself, the Tidal Ball is thrown once a year, and it brings with it an entire night of the finest music, the most decadent foods. Many of those without ties to the Senate dream of one day being able to see the Grand Hall in all it's splendor. Sadly most of these dreams go unfulfilled, but some lucky few manage to win their way through contests of skill and wit, and gain access in the form of the Platinum Leviathan, a small Statuette that one can use to get into the ball.
Yet, even among the shining splendor of the Golden Great Hall, lurks something sinister...
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(The Watch Barracks)
As the morning grogginess got past the guards, and the night shift began to return to their bunks, the day shift began their morning routine of getting armed and dressed. After a few minutes of a room of tired shuffling and casual conversation, a deep voice broke through the air.
"Mira! Enendir! I need to see you in my office!" Yelled Captain Baern Griddock, as he opened the door enough to lean out, before shutting it again and returning to his work. Most pairs of eyes turned to the new Partners, and then quickly went back to their duties with questions abound.
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(Draconian University Courtyard)
The students of the University had been awake for a good half-hour, and classes were soon to begin. Most students had taken this time to either finish classwork in a rush, or relax in the Courtyard before the classes began.
The courtyard stood near the center of the University, and allowed a quick route to nearly all rooms on this floor, so most students made going there a part of their morning ritual. To some of the other's curiosity, a few students had begun to gather at one spot at the spiked iron fence that surrounded the Garden...
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(The Judicial Halls)
Nestled between the grand cathedrals of the various churches, sits a plain white building, which compared to the various holy buildings, seemed plain and small, yet to some it still seemed huge. Here is where the largely mundane aspects of the Conglomerate took place, and it is here where the Arbiters called home. However, after the early morning prayers to Erathis, goddess of Judgement and Order, the trainees were already well into training. Some had begun to train in the ways of the blade, while others where drilled in the ways of Judgement.
Yet through it all, a hurried panting and a set of light footsteps echoed lightly through the halls. The sound of a busy clerk was unmistakable to both the teachers, and the trainees, and most paid him no heed as they went about their business.
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(The Widower's Den)
The emptiness of the usually vibrant bar was broken only by the coughing of the Half-Orc bartender and the occasional snore of the lone asleep patron. However, through the 5-foot wide panel of fake wall, a hive of Shadowed Brotherhood members worked on various rackets run through the neighborhood. However behind all of this sat a square room tucked away in one of the corners, a small room that at the moment housed only three people, compared to the 30 something people in the other room. The room was only an office, and on one side of the table sat a middle-aged human man, only known to the local cell as Lucien. He looked at both of the thieves sitting on the other side of him. Instead of talk the last few minutes had been an odd silence of Lucien staring down either thief before he finally spoke.
"Both of you aware of the Tidal Ball this evening I hope?" He asked both shooting both a glance as he did so.
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A slight grey touched the sky of Newstark, as the last of the Spring rains began to wane, giving in to the sunshine of summer. The city itself paid no head to the sky, and soon after the crack of dawn, the streets began being filled with the hustle and bustle that came with the Tide.
"The Tide" is an event that happens every year in the Leviathan Seas, right on cue with the beginning of summer. The annual tides begin to rise more and more, and with them comes a massive bounty of fish, and would see a great flood of Newstark's coffers. The event sees many people spending their extra gold on parties, ranging from a drunken night of partying, to the grandest and most extravagant event known to the entire city, The Tidal Ball.
Hosted by the Lord High Tharn himself, the Tidal Ball is thrown once a year, and it brings with it an entire night of the finest music, the most decadent foods. Many of those without ties to the Senate dream of one day being able to see the Grand Hall in all it's splendor. Sadly most of these dreams go unfulfilled, but some lucky few manage to win their way through contests of skill and wit, and gain access in the form of the Platinum Leviathan, a small Statuette that one can use to get into the ball.
Yet, even among the shining splendor of the Golden Great Hall, lurks something sinister...
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Now for the hard part
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(The Watch Barracks)
As the morning grogginess got past the guards, and the night shift began to return to their bunks, the day shift began their morning routine of getting armed and dressed. After a few minutes of a room of tired shuffling and casual conversation, a deep voice broke through the air.
"Mira! Enendir! I need to see you in my office!" Yelled Captain Baern Griddock, as he opened the door enough to lean out, before shutting it again and returning to his work. Most pairs of eyes turned to the new Partners, and then quickly went back to their duties with questions abound.
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(Draconian University Courtyard)
The students of the University had been awake for a good half-hour, and classes were soon to begin. Most students had taken this time to either finish classwork in a rush, or relax in the Courtyard before the classes began.
The courtyard stood near the center of the University, and allowed a quick route to nearly all rooms on this floor, so most students made going there a part of their morning ritual. To some of the other's curiosity, a few students had begun to gather at one spot at the spiked iron fence that surrounded the Garden...
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(The Judicial Halls)
Nestled between the grand cathedrals of the various churches, sits a plain white building, which compared to the various holy buildings, seemed plain and small, yet to some it still seemed huge. Here is where the largely mundane aspects of the Conglomerate took place, and it is here where the Arbiters called home. However, after the early morning prayers to Erathis, goddess of Judgement and Order, the trainees were already well into training. Some had begun to train in the ways of the blade, while others where drilled in the ways of Judgement.
Yet through it all, a hurried panting and a set of light footsteps echoed lightly through the halls. The sound of a busy clerk was unmistakable to both the teachers, and the trainees, and most paid him no heed as they went about their business.
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(The Widower's Den)
The emptiness of the usually vibrant bar was broken only by the coughing of the Half-Orc bartender and the occasional snore of the lone asleep patron. However, through the 5-foot wide panel of fake wall, a hive of Shadowed Brotherhood members worked on various rackets run through the neighborhood. However behind all of this sat a square room tucked away in one of the corners, a small room that at the moment housed only three people, compared to the 30 something people in the other room. The room was only an office, and on one side of the table sat a middle-aged human man, only known to the local cell as Lucien. He looked at both of the thieves sitting on the other side of him. Instead of talk the last few minutes had been an odd silence of Lucien staring down either thief before he finally spoke.
"Both of you aware of the Tidal Ball this evening I hope?" He asked both shooting both a glance as he did so.
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Due to the fact that neither of you could actually live in the same building, I'm going to have to ask you to write your own opening post and let me work off of that. Sorry in advance
