A cool breeze flew through the swaying branches of the great tree of Sunfire. Whirling into its hollowed innards with a low howl. The brisk air creeping through the windows, doors, cracks and crevices of the homes of the residences. The artificial lights began to lose their glow gradually as the sun began to fall to the horizon. The Curfew was coming within just 30 minutes. The guards made sure to clear the busy marketplace. Like clearing cattle from a field the guards stepped in to block the paths of those wishing to enter the marketplace. Their white armor and green decorations brimmed slightly in the fading lights, almost glowing. It was this that gave one awareness of their location from afar, or even in the dark.

 With the people filing into their homes all at once there was a bit of a crowd going into the home district. Inns and other places to stay that were not a home were placed  in the middle of the market and the homes. A few heading inside to make use of the Bar / Inn for the rest of the night. There were no parties or merry time now. The people seemed a bit weary now. Not only from the day but from the steady rising tension from the curfew and what it meant. Someone may be missing in the morning...

The 30 minutes had passed. The sun was no longer present. The moon however shined over the great tree, giving glints of silver through its many holes. The artificial lights mimicked this silver light. Glowing dimly within the tree's darkness. Giving light to grassy paths leading to the peoples homes, marketplace and other areas. All of the buildings had some form of their own lights in an array of colors. Each path patrolled by a single guard.

Within one of the village homes. Where no lights resided within or out. Cast aside on the corner wall of the trees hollow corridors. Was a terrible deed being done. The blood dripped from the silver strings after flowing down its sides. So thin that the blood made the bulk of the strings visibility. It was this that yielded a clue to the young Seraphim, lured into this home by a single song. That her life was in danger. 

The front door swung open and a bare footed and hardly clothed seraphim woman hurled herself to the ground. Rolling in the twinkling floating droplets of water gleaming in the fabricated moon light. She was quickly grabbed by what seemed like invisible hands. Pulling her back by her wrists and ankles. Blood streaming down the invisible strings. She gave a single attempt at a scream before something gripped her throat tightly. Choking her scream into a stifled croak. She was dragged back inside. Her white wings flailing as if she were a bird, struggling to fly away. Leaving behind a dozen feathers leading up to the doorway. The door was slightly open. But all was dark inside.

You. Some how or another. Came across this stifled scream. Or maybe you witnessed the entire scene. But as you look to the house you notice it is abandoned, old and unused. The wood almost rotting. You also notice there are no guards around you and by the time you get to one you will either be reprimanded or it will be too late for this Seraphim woman. But whatever you chose to do you had to do it now.

[b]Event: Witnessed someone being kidnapped a few minutes after curfew began.
Objective: Save the abductee. [/b]