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[i]The Eoldysseus was an old railway barge. It wasn’t special in any real way despite its rather extravagant name; it was just another landship that provided passageway between the major cities of Iquenos, this particular run trawling southward through the Dryadalis countryside on route to Thlecia. The heavily forested region would soon turn into sparse farmlands until it inevitably twisted into hues of red, brown, and orange upon approach to the Vallis Infernus, the desert that the ancestral people of Thlecia had conquered so many centuries ago. But despite the barge’s mundane appearance and seemingly mundane schedule, the Eoldysseus did have something unique about it, or at least it did on this particular day.

[b]The clientele. [/b]

A lowly cleric by the name of Alaric Fasarus – a member of the Imperium’s hierarchy, an ordained cleric and archivist. Normally no one realistically important, but in the last thirty-five or so years anybody in with the Status Ecclesiae had become “persons of interest” to one person or another and in a police state like the Imperium had turned into the number of friends Alaric could count on seemed to be few in number and he didn’t really have a lot of fellow members of the cloth in his escort. For some members on the barge he was either a [i]target[/i], an [i]asset[/i], or a person to stay away from. It was rare for criminals to take the risk of taking ship on a railway barge when the Ecclesiae had members of the cloth on board. But some criminals were more daring; others ignorant.

Whichever the case, it was going to be trouble sooner or later; and in Iquenos it was [b]always[/b] sooner.[/i]

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