[h1][center]Omira City, Capital Of The Confederacy Of Freehold[/center][/h1]
[h2][center]The Banking District, Quarantined[/center][/h2]
[h3][center]21:30[/center][/h3]

[justify][i]Omira City. The gleaming jewel in the crown of the Confederacy Of Freehold. Its head of state, Alphonso Tallo, was elected by the Council Of Kings. A representative from each of the 19 states in the Confederacy voted for him to take on the role of Dictator. The position is absolute, but the Dictator can be removed from office by a simple majority in the Council Of Kings. The High Lord Morlat is the head of the military. Both of these men are native to Omira. They are popular with the people, and are considered loyal to the Council Of Kings as a whole, rather than to any individual state. Briah, the northernmost state, is unhappy with recent policy changes. They are known as the Witch State, and terrorists from Briah have begun to strike at Omira City to punish Morlat and Alphonso for recent decisions in the federal government.[/i][/justify]

[justify][i]The Banking District Quarantine was rather small. By the time the Briah Beast had been conjured there the walls had been put up to keep the creature in. Eighty feet up into the air rose the steel, wood, and bronze that had been built by the Omira Teamwork Corp., a manual-labor organization operated by the state. 

The outer Banking District was outside the wall, and contained smaller private banks. 

The state bank was trapped inside the walls, with two other mercantile buildings. An inn with foreign lettering, the Northwest structure. It was two stories. The first story had a door facing East, into the main street. That same floor had two East facing windows. The first floor had a front desk by the door, to the left of which was a staircase leading upwards. To the right of the front desk were several tables with chairs. Under the stairs was a kitchen. The second floor had three East facing windows that looked down on the street. Walking up the stairs on the first floor took you to the second floor, which opened up into a hallway to the right. Three doors for three small rooms with a bed, a bucket, a desk, and a window each could be found.

The Northeast structure was an identical floor plan. The three rooms on the third floor were a bedroom, a surgery room, and a cold room. Our bottom floor was a space dedicated to boxing and exercise, with a raised square in the center. The bedroom and the stairs and the front of the building were torn open by rubble, with a horseless-carriage burning at the bottom of the gash in the building. It looked as though it had been thrown through the building. Its driver’s seat was shredded, and the leather torn open. The inside of the vehicle dripped red with blood, and many of the jagged metal bits had flesh still hooked onto it. The corpse was carefully butterflied open with its guts strewn out. The skeleton was kept in place in such a manner that the red flesh and innards seemed to have been carefully removed and picked away without actually disrupting the corpse from where it had landed. This single body painted most of the stone on the street red.

The actual banking facility in the southern section of the quarantine had a large staircase leading up to it from the road. Nine horseless carriages were parked to the side of the staircase, six to the left and three to the right. They were recent, pricey models. Their doors were torn open and each had a carefully vivisected body like the crashed vehicle just across the cul de sac. At the top of the steps were four trees, carved from marble. They were each ten feet apart. Between the center two were iron doors, smashed open, leading into the bank. It was a tall building with a tiled roof, but the building itself had only one floor. The center room was round, and a fractal design was printed onto the floor. There was a locked, steel door directly across from the entrance. To its left was a desk, locked down and closed up, and to its right was another desk similarly locked with a sliding steel plate. Bank notes are still scattered across the slick floor.[/i][/justify]

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