Our protagonists, all drawn together by the weave of faith, find themselves in The Alabaster City. The city got it's name from the numerous alabaster quarries that exist miles away from the city. The coastal port of the city became a hub of trade, of not only the valuable alabaster that is mined and brought in almost every day, but of many other products and goods. If Tysea is the brain of the Tysus Kingdom, then The Alabster City is it's heart - it's life blood. As Tysus is the overland link between the Jadelyn Empire and the various countries and kingdoms south of Tysus, there is a huge diversity of different peoples both in this city, and all around Tysus. 

Much of the city is, as you can guess, built from the white alabaster. The lower parts of the buildings, however, are gray-ish from dirt, smoke, and corrosion. The higher buildings, however, kept their white gleaming shine, but only on the higher floors. As you get farther from the city center, you can notice buildings made out of regular stone and wood. A huge wall of alabaster weaves around the perimeter of the city, with three gates. One on the north, east, and south. The garrison of the city make their rounds around the walls, wearing their red Tysus surcoats. 

The most noticeable thing concerning The Alabaster City on this faithful day, however, is the small fleet of military dromons anchored at port. Extremely faded on some of the ships, the sigil of the Fifth Echelon mercenaries is still slightly visible. Signs of black charred wood remains on some of the ships, quickly being repaired. You can't help but notice that the damage looks as if it came from mage fire. 

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Although the port is, indeed, enormous, the city does not seem too happy with the appearance of this fleet. The less space they have at their pier, the slower the loading and unloading of trade goods. 

You arrive at a large booth, set up at the seaport, in the vicinity of the anchored fleet. A large line, filled with a variety of people, including broke gamblers, alcoholics, excited, risk seeking teenagers, and mangled, scarred ex-soldiers, is standing. An interesting mix - half are those who have no choice but to leave their dark past behind by signing up, and then those that are willingly doing it in order to see the rest of the world. 

It is finally your turn to come up to the recruiter. An interesting fellow: an eye missing, as well as one arm. He doesn't seem too happy with his life, although you wouldn't be either if you were in his position. No wonder they put him here, this might be the only thing he is useful for. 

Angrily mumbling something you can't quiet hear over the raucous coming from the line behind you, he hands you over a piece of parchment and a quill. Ah... The contract.

[B]Name:[/B]
[B]Age:[/B]
[B]Sex:[/B]
[B]Height:[/B]
[B]Squad Role:[/B]
[B]Appearance:[/B]
[B]Origin:[/B]
[B]Background:[/B]
[B]Skills:[/B]
[B]Reason for joining the Fifth Echelon:[/B]
[B]Other information:[/B]

[I]The signature below, hereby, signs up _______ under the service of the Fifth Echelon Mercenary Host, for a period of three months.
______ is allowed to freely leave before the three months, after being paid for the amount he or she served, only after the first major engagement.
4 Silver coins a week of service. Bonus coinage or rewards may be given depending on quality of service or performance during engagements. 
Signature: ________[/I]