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12 Maer’s Day, Valencia,Third Era

Mid-Morning, the Free City of Mezzar

The Prison


“I wouldn’t blame you for thinking that we are here to take a bribe,” Veira said with a brief sigh, “However, that is not what we are here for at all. Rather, a member was put in the prison this morning, likely because he is and Elf and a member of the Order. Such things are not common down in here in Mezzar as you may have noticed.” She looked over to Hans and assessed him. He looked to be a strong man, though not one she had ever met in her years with the Order. Though, there was something vaguely familiar about him that she couldn’t quite figure out but that would have to wait for another time. “Also, I wouldn’t suggest pointing out the corruption to any of the higher ups here. They don’t quite like it when we meddle in their business.

As they got closer to the prison, Veira noticed the two figures standing at its entrance. One was a guard in the Free City’s normal garb, the other a woman with a staff on and a cloak with the insignia of the Traveler. “What goes on here, guard,” Veira called out as he huffed over, “I get called here to pull one of my men out of your damned prison and I find you halting the progress of another member of the Order. Are you all dunces or do you simply not give two shits about the orders I gave your commander?” The guard shrank back at Veria’s reprisal, sliding closer to the wall and door to the prison.

“I.. uh… sorry but we were given orders to only allow select people into the prisons. I know she is a member of the Order but I couldn’t just let her in even if she is here on business. It is my ass if she kills someone while she is in there,” The guard said as he moved to the door. “I-I didn’t mean anything of it. You all can go right on ahead if you are here on business. I don’t want no trouble.” With that, the guard opened the door for Veira and the others to go in, taking a position behind the door so as to avoid Veira’s glare.

She motioned for the other two to follow her in, taking the lead into the antechamber of the prison and standing before a desk. “I’m looking for a prisoner, brought in today for supposedly impersonating a member of the Order. He’s an Elf.” Veira paused in thought for a moment so see if there were anymore details that were truly important to the guard. It took her a moment before she found one however she was cut off before she was able to say it.

“He’ll be down the hall to your left, fifth cell on the right. Warning that he is with a man who smells like shit and a dude who got in a drunken brawl,” Was all the guard said as he pointed down the hall. Veira nodded in thanks and turned towards the woman she had brought in with her from outside.

“We’ll handle whatever business you have here later once we are done with my business. I don’t know who you are or whether you are new to the city but you don’t act alone in the prisons of Mezzar,” She said as she leaned in close to the two, “The prisoners aren’t who you have to worry about here.” With that, she lead them all down the hall to the cell she was told. It was a small place, like all of the other cells of the prison. However, the silence which came from it seemed to be the most unusual thing. That is, until they arrived to find the Elf sitting in meditation along with the two other humans in the cell. “Guard, get over here and unlock this cell. This is definitely my man,” She said with a yell before turning to address Shay, “So you get yourself arrested on your way into the city to attend the meeting with your new commander, wait for me to arrive, and I find you fucking meditating with two bums. No wonder they said you were a misfit if this is the kind of shit you do.”
Sia




It had been over a year since her exile from Greyreach, since Sia last saw the faces of the children whom she had grown up with. Those same children were likely living on the streets once again, orphans with no place to live and no name to claim as their own. Nobody in Greyreach would want them. All because of the ties they had to Sia, all because she had fallen for a noble and broken her vows. Such a thought haunted her even to this very day as she sat on the edge of her bed in the Inn. There was nothing she could do for them, returning to Greyreach would certainly mean her death and she had no contacts inside the Kingdom to give money.

However, it was not Sia’s way to dwell on the past for long nor was she going to focus on what she could not change. She had arrived in Telchar only a few days in the past, being greeted by a city which seemed all too peaceful for this world until she discovered the murders that had been happening in the city and that the Church there in had executed a Witcher of all people for them. While the Witchers were, objectively, as much monsters as those they hunted, she could not bring herself to believe that one would murder people for personal gain. Though she couldn’t say all too much if such an idea was true for she had never truly met a Witcher, only heard stories of them and their deeds.

Like her, they cleansed a world of the evil and impure beings which plagued but, unlike her, they focused primarily on hunting true monsters. She could likely never truly keep up with them if they were to fight together, in fact she was willing to bet that she’d be a hindrance to such a person. No, Sia’s specialty was to hunt people who had committed atrocities against others. Those were the monsters most real to her, the most she could truly touch and punish for their crimes.

Not even the talk of a missing woman and her distressed father was capable of bringing Sia’s single standard for contracts down, though the idea of being paid such a large sum of money was immensely tempting to her. She felt bad that she could not help the man, the idea that his only daughter was likely dead and there was nobody truly capable of helping him was sad. But there were more important monsters to hunt, at least from Sia’s view. The other talk of the town was a bounty on the head of a man named Fergus. Supposedly he was a small and quick man, decent fighter too, and used this to his advantage in his crime spree.

The man had raped women, murdered a person, and committed robbery. If let free, other criminals would grow as bold as he and seek to expand their crime further, though the Church’s standards for criminals seemed to keep that at bay for the time being. Not only that, but such a man was a menace to women that Sia could not let survive. Though no longer a Sister of Virtue, she still upheld their standards and did not wish to stand by as a fellow woman was harmed. Thus, she decided that she would take the contract and find the man. All information pointed to him being a member of a group that operated out of the Crafts district, though that meant she would have to be more careful than usual when asking around.

With that, she left the Inn for the Crafts district to get as much information as she could about Fergus and the group he worked with. Upon arriving, there wasn’t much that people were willing to tell her other than that they were all criminals of some kind and that many people seemed to be afraid of them. But, few were truly willing to give her any information, though a couple offered to give her more for a hefty sum of coins. Instead, her next destination became obvious, though she certainly was disgusted with the idea of having to go to the Brothel.

Upon arrival, she was greeted by a cloyingly sweet smell, likely some kind of perfume with they used to mask the scent of the sweety sailors who often frequented the place. Well, that and a woman by the name of Genevieve, the supposed owner of the Magic Corset. ”Well, well. We don’t get many women in these parts of town. I wonder what kind you are into. Perhaps,” She said with a slight pause as her finger trailed along Sia’s cheek, ” You like the kind that take charge? Or maybe you just want them to sit back as you pleasure them? Oh! As long as you got the coin you can get both of course.”

Sia let out a heavy sigh of annoyance, the woman’s words were sweet and it was no wonder that such a place had been capable of becoming a major brothel in Telchar but she had not the time for them. ”I am not here to procure your services. I am here on the part of the contract for the criminal Fergus. I am to understand that he,” She began to say before the woman let out a loud laugh and dragged her further in and sat her down at a couch.

”Now, now honey. That is no thing for a woman such as yourself to worry about. You wait right here and one of my girls will be able to give you some pleasure so you don’t worry about that bad man,” She said loudly and with a hearty laugh before she leaned closer, ” Wait here and do not move. Such a man is dangerous and you should be more careful where you say his name, unless you want to lose that pretty little head of yours.” Sia simply nodded in agreement and waited, as she was told to, on the couch. Despite being surrounded by many others, she couldn’t help but feel as if many eyes were on her, watching to see what
Sia is likely to get involved in the either or contract, however she'd probably deal with the Fergus first. A rapist and murderer is worse to her than the missing daughter. Plus, she isn't exactly well suited for dealing with actual monsters right now.
12 Maer’s Day, Valencia,Third Era

Morning, the Free City of Mezzar

Order of the Traveler Outpost


Waiting for her crew to appear was keeping Veira on edge, though there wasn’t much she could do about it since the misfits would arrive whenever they saw fit. As such, she decided to use her time to train with the recruits in the yard. Though, her training session was cut short when a messenger dressed in the Free City’s colors ran through the gates. “You there, I am looking for a Order Captain named,” the young man looked down at his note in hesitation, “Veira? We have a damned Elf who claims to be a Journeymen and the guards demand that he is verified by his supposed captain.” The young man instantly shrank away from the woman at the look of utter disgust and anger she had on her face.

“You fools can’t do your jobs properly can you? Not only did I message your Captain about my incoming Journeymen, I explicitly stated that he is to let anybody who has the proper papers and sigil in. I’ll have to have a word with him later but for now, let’s go have a word with the prison guards before I cut your fucking tongue out in anger,” She said with her hand on her sword. Veira knew full well that the guards stopped the man, who was most likely Shayzani, purely because he was an elf. However, she also knew that she had to calm down unless she wanted to make a tense situation even worse. The guards were already on edge with the Festival and she had no desire to get on their bad side.

She and the messenger marched out of the Outpost, heading straight for the prison, when she noticed a man milling around the Outpost. He worse the sigil of the Order yet obviously wasn’t working, the perfect person for her to drag along to be backup in case things go sour in the prison. “You there, Journeyman!” Her shout startled the crowd milling in the streets, drawing more than a few stares though they only lasted a few seconds. “You are going to come with me since you aren’t busy. I’ve got some business to take care of at the Prison and I’d prefer to have somebody with me while I’m doing it. Hurry up.” She turned heel and followed the messenger once more, leaving the Journeyman behind as she moved on.

Central Market


The Market was bustling as usual and, though it was only morning, a few stalls had sold out of their normal stock and begun pressing into their backup stock. Many bought food and drinks, rushing to watch the combat in the arena, met with friends to talk about how time had passed, and trade their wares from outside the city. The tight crowds created a terrible smell, the smell of unwashed men and women who were too busy working the fields to care about washing. But it also created a prime setting for thieves and scoundrels to swindle the common folk. It didn’t take long before the scream for the guards erupted from the crowd. “Stop that man, Guards! He has stolen something of great value from me!” Whoever it was that was yelling was hidden among the crowd but the thief certainly wasn’t as men and women stumbled out of the way to avoid him.

It was by luck that the man had actually managed to steal from a rich person mingling among the common folk. However, it was certainly not their luck which drew them into the path of Daveon. The halfling was directly in the path of the thief, both unaware of the other until the thief narrowly avoided completely running over him. Instead, he managed to knock into Daveon’s left side and cause the bread which he had been eating to fall into the dry dirt of the market. “Watch where you are going you fucking midget,” Was the only response the thief had as he once again broke into a full run.

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discord.gg/aX8cJyf

It is rather simplistic right now, mostly since I have to work in a bit and it is about all I can do. However, it is set up to allow users to create channels as they see fit.
Yes, I believe we are definitely able to start.

Also, on the topic of Discord, it'd make conversation between each other easier and I can set one up easily enough if the need be.
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OOC thread: 30 days old, "full"
Interest check: 18 hours old, "actively recruiting"

I'm very confused. Definitely interested! but very confused.


Ah, seems I screwed up when I posted last night. Meant to change it to Apply but forgot. Had about ten interested at the start of the RP, five disappeared without a word, and one has left due to their real life while the other has yet to post. You can find me in the discord on the OOC if you have questions not answered in the main post.



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