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Mezzar, a city lost in time which has stuck to the old ways from when Humans had first arrived on Erith, was a land where any man had the right to be free. Many noble houses took root in such a city, upstarts and old blood alike who sought to profit off of such unlimited freedom. Those who have risen to prominence were appointed to the position of Senator, a member of the ruling class of Mezzar and capable of deciding how the city goes about its affairs. Sadly, that means that corruption runs wild in the Free City for there are none who would turn down honest coin and fewer even who would wish to be on the bad side of those with the coin to pay for them to simply… disappear. The Journeymen who have came to Mezzar can often leave as rich men, a few hundred coins in their pouch from the proper hand looking for the less legal kind of help. 

However, the city still flowed on like a river, unaffected by the ripples which the Journeymen could make by ending someone’s life or taking part in extortion. Even now on the very week that five new Journeymen arrived in the city, the city seems practically filled to the brim with life, even more so than usual as the preparations for a festival has begun. But the festival nor a contract was why any of them had been ordered to go to the city of Mezzar. No, they were here to meet their new captain, the woman who would issue their contracts and occasionally battle with them. Their new captain was known to be a hardass, allowing none to stray from the path of the Order nor cause problems for the citizens of whatever town they visit for a contract. However, these five were misfits, known for causing trouble with those who they were suppose to serve, the villagers, or simply their comrades.

This festival period may just be a time to test their abilities, both in combat and outside of it, as forces stir and begin to pull the strings on their machinations.
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[center][h3][u]12 Maer’s Day, Valencia, Third Era[/u][/h3][/center]
[right][b]Morning, the Free City of Mezzar[/b][/right]


Though the sun had risen only a few hours before the city of Mezzar had already been awake for many hours, most of its inhabitants prepping for the Harvest Festival and the hundreds of visitors which were sure to arrive for the week of feasting, dances, and games. But five men had come to Mezzar on this morning not for the Festival but for roll call and the first meeting they were to have with their captain, Veira Hawthorne. Whether it had been by pure natural means or having partaken in the drinking the night before, Veira had already been awake for several hours. The Journeymen had, of course, not yet arrived in the city's Order outpost, many of them had been weeks travel away in the northern lands of Gaelia and Haedrion.

However, this simply meant that their new captain had plenty of time to look over their profiles and try to gain an understanding of who they and what drives them, though that simply began to fill her a little with dread just at the thought of having the manage the misfits of the Order. Daveon, the Little Wolverine, was a man simply in it for the gold and glory of killing monsters, a high enough price could easily buy his blade. Shay was a Dust Elf from the savannah and desert to the east of Mezzar, the Feanor Asto, who had a tendency to put out candles and turn them on depending on the circumstances, though he wasn't much of a misfit as a special case due to his Elven heritage. Arthur was a lower night who seemed to once have a drinking problem, however many of the documents actually on him were not released to Veira for view. Hans was a difficult man who was mostly know for killing a witch during a contract, not much was known about what happened in the battle. Then there was Riance, a man with a deep rivalry with Dav, even extending from their time in the Pits.

None of them seemed like they'd ever work well with each other, nor did Veira even believe any of them would do anything but hound each other about anything that comes to their mind. However, she had to admit that they had each managed to complete over ten contracts, actually complete them, which was quite an accomplishment when compared to the multitude of Journeymen who never truly completed a contract and simply left them to the whim of whatever plagued them. But they'd truly be tested now, both by Veira and by the Free City. Already had a set of contracts piled up on her desk, leftovers from the Journeymen in town who didn't need a captain and simply were going to do the tasks which required little work.