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([@Moonshadow], [@Epsir], [@OwO])[/center]

	The gnome swung her feet, which didn't reach the ground, back and forth as she listened to the initiate's introductions with earnest attention. Whimsical though she may seem, she appraised each initiate in turn with a keen eye, and her gaze had an uncanny piercing quality. That all disappeared after Vera's introduction,

	"[i]Sheri, Vera and Petra, it's nice to meet you,[/i]" Kiska stood up on her chair, pulling out a leather bound notebook and flipping briefly through the pages before nodding to herself. "[i]Well then, let's get down to business! Today, hopefully it just takes today, I'll be seeing if you have what Captain Caragan is looking for, don't worry I'm sure you do![/i]"

	Kiska took a small wooden case from her belt and set it on the table, opening it in the direction of the three. In the silk-lined interior were five bronze coins, each depicting a young man about to step off a cliff. Kiska deftly snatched two of them up and pocketed them, then turned up her collar to reveal a silver coin pinned beneath bearing the same image.

	"[i]This is the guild symbol, the fool, Wayfarers who don't want to attract attention wear it concealed, but you should always carry it with you,[/i]" not waiting for them to take the badges, she continued. "[i]We get donations from some of the wealthy people who live in Arskel, one of our donors is a merchant named Astor Aelrod. Mr. Astor has been receiving death threats for the past several days and one of his bodyguards has gone missing, your assignment is to meet with him and find out who's responsible, questions?[/i]"

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[h2][color=00aeef]T E A M : II[/color][/h2]
([@Aerandir], [@Rune_Alchemist], [@ERode])[/center]

	As the tensions in the room began to level off, there was a muffled meowing on the other side of the door accompanied by scratching. After just a few seconds, it was followed by an impatient voice.

	"[i]Well fuck me then, I'll get it myself,[/i]" the door swung open to reveal a feline humanoid standing just a few inches shorter than Finn, who's hands were obviously free despite the scrolls he was carrying. Despite his small stature, he moved with a predatory grace as he entered the room, making no sound as he rounded the table to Finn's side and laid out the scrolls.

	"[i]I'm late, so I'll catch up on the introductions later. I'm [url=https://i.imgur.com/WNMOa2k.png]Nyrien[/url], and I'll be handling your initiation,[/i]" he brushed his hair to the side with a clawed hand. "[i]Alright, so there's a new drug in the Cliff and people are starting to die, now this sounds like Watch work 'cause it normally would be, but this drug has a magic component,[/i]" with a flourish he revealed a small flask. Resting in the bottom was a chalky looking blue substance that glowed with a faint, almost imperceptible luminescence.

	"[i]I don't recommend a taste test. Now for the mission, the Watch has determined they're making this shit in the old tunnels beneath the Cliff,[/i]" he pointed to a region on one of the scrolls, a basic map of the city. "[i]But the whole thing is a maze. You three are being assigned to find out which section of sewers they're operating in, and bust the operation. Don't be afraid if a few of them get away, the Watch is setting up a net, you got all that?[/i]"

	He pulled out two bronze-coin pins, and offered them one in each hand to Sera and Qantz-Farron. "[i]Your badge of office, welcome to the guild,[/i]" on the cuff of his coat was a similar badge in silver, with a numeric "I" engraved at the bottom.

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[h2][color=00aeef]T E A M : III[/color][/h2]
([@Metztli], [@Psyker Landshark], [@Asuras])[/center]

	"[i]Well then, now that our introductions are in order,[/i]" the faun reached into his inner robe pocket and after a brief clinking he pulled out two bronze coins, but the sound indicated several others. Pointing to the silver pin, proudly on his chest, he continued. "[i]These symbols bear the dignity of the Wayfarer's guild, and convey your membership and the reputation therein to any who see them,[/i]" he gently set one down before Vela, not questioning her blindfold, then set another in front of the still standing Mathias.

	"[i]Now, I've already explained the details of this assignment to Rohaan, but I'll make sure everything is in place,[/i]" he nodded to Rohaan then took a seat, steepled hands resting on the table. "[i]Magister Hesmar is a member of the city council, and operates the Academy here in Arskel. One of his apprentices, Arlathan has stolen an invaluable text, for unknown reasons, and is attempting to escape the city,[/i]" Suran Reshta opened a scroll case at his side and unfurled a piece of [url=https://i.imgur.com/Wh48vvg.jpg?1]parchment[/url] on which a figure was sketched, laying it out on the table.

	"[i]This is the sketch being circulated by the Watch, he's been seen in the northern Lake district but has since gone into hiding,[/i]" he paused, contemplating his next words. "[i]This assignment was given by the Magister, not the Watch, so the goal is to acquire the tome in one piece, understood? Rohaan has lived in the city long enough to understand its layout, so he'll be invaluable as both a guide and combatant, if it's necessary.[/i]"


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[h2][color=00aeef]T E A M : IV[/color][/h2]
([@Cu Chulainn], [@Haha], [@PrankFox], [@Dark Cloud])[/center]


	Logrim's dark eyes lingered on each of the initiates as they bantered back and forth, getting a feel for each other. He gave a brief nod, before reaching into his belt pouch and pulling four bronze-coin pins. He grunted to get their attention, a deep guttural sound halfway between a cough and a growl.

	"[i]Alright, that'll do,[/i]" he pointed to his shoulder, where a silver-coin was pinned. "[i]These badges mean you're part of the guild, keep 'em on ya,[/i]" he tossed a coin to each of the four, starting with Kothrias and ending with Khol. "[i]I've heard a lot a talk before, some new faces can back it up and some can't, we're going to find out where each of you stands,[/i]" his pacing resumed, but with less of the uncertainty from before.

	"[i]There's a blight-storm*[sup]1[/sup] spreading towards Ayrith from Lyragor's Gulf, the breach north of here, and if it makes it there the whole town'll be destroyed, but if the Blight-lord dies the storm'll sputter out,[/i]" his pacing paused as he looked over the intitiates. "[i]But that's not our job, Adepts have already been sent to kill it,[/i]" his pacing continued. "[i]No, our job is to clean up the stragglers before they cause too much trouble, so you'll be heading out to the edge of the blight to do some killin'[/i]."

[*[sup]1[/sup][sub]A blight-storm is a chaotic maelstrom of magic centered around a cursed being, sometimes an animated tree or undead, known as a blight-lord. The energies released from the storm will corrupt plant-life and awaken plants with evil sentience, which then seek out to kill, destroy and feed off of other living creatures.[/sub]]