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It was about midday when Lecia made her way into the offices inside of Etzos proper. She had been here once before as a young girl following her father into the city. But this was the first time entering the Citizen's Committee by herself. Three doorways presented themselves to her as she strode her way into the building. The right one, employment, was what she had come for today. She figured the city ought to know that she was running her family's farm now, though, she wasn't sure it they cared.

She was only in line for a few bits before the last man in front of her made his way out of the offices. Looking behind her, she didn't see very many women in line, at least, none close to her age. Heading through the open door in front of her, Lecia took a seat at the wooden desk of an older gentleman. He offered his hand to shake hers so she kindly obliged. "My name is Peter Mead, welcome to my office. How can I assist you today miss?" The old man eerily eyed her up and down after introducing himself.

Lecia tried to remain stern and got right down to the point. "Lecia Stowe, please, sir. I'm merely here to let you know that I will be taking over the Stowe farm after the rest of my family's departure." She watched and waited for the man's response. Lecia wanted to make it a point to get in and out of the city today, there was a lot of work to be done.
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Conrath waited in the human centipede that span half a dozen heads, killing time by chit-chatting with someone he recognized from who knows when or where. But staying true to awkward moments like not being able to place someone in your memory, let alone remember their name..Conrath danced around that with the grace of a spooked bull that had just realized he had ventured too far out his comfort zone and found himself grazing much too close, far too close, to a pile of dung in the fields. Fortunately for him, so was his awkward conversational bestest bud who he could have sworn he actually never met before and had simply mistaken him for someone else. Judging from all the laughs, anecdotes and Remember Back When's...Anyone would have sworn these two were Besties though. Conrath was fighting all the cells in his body, urging him on to make the lad before him even more awkward by outing him for the silly bullsheiting git that he clearly was.

He conquered the sadist in him though and simply wrapped up the conversation by pointing out it was almost the Unknown Bud's turn. Sighing in relief, the balloon waved him off and turned around. Conrath's day was made already, with a broad smile and holding back a -very manly- giggle, he looked around the room but none of the other centipede-heads met his gaze. 'Pfuh!' There went his plan to confuse someone else and watch them squirm their tongue in a knot.

Finally it was his turn, his bestie failed to greet him on the way out, hell, Conrath hadn't even noticed him slinking away! 'Sneaker, just like back in the day...' Unable to hold back a laugh, he walked in the Employment office with a grin as he introduced himself to the sophisticated man with an apology for his carefree attitude mixed in, before he announced that he hoped that he would be able to become a Poisoncrafter's Apprentice, or something in that branch at least...Here's to crossing fingers!
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Sorry, I sort of forgot about this.
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You are free to decide which outer town your farm is in the sphere of.
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It is my understanding you are looking to join Noth's faction, if this is so, this will be a shortcut.
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Inali did her best to ignore the hostile looks that she received on her way to the Office of the Citizen’s Committee. She tugged at the straps of her canvas bag and wondered why Thetros had created the artifact to float behind her. Initially, she had chalked it up as a deeply meaningful form of symbolism. Perhaps the globe floated behind her to represent the fact that memory was invisible until one attempted to recall events in the past. In Ne’haer, her favorite barmaids, sailors, and merchants knew of the globe. While they had initially distrusted its presence, they had grown to accept it over the course of a season. Inali’s nels were as valid as they had been before the encounter with the Immortal, and the city guard could always step in if the artifact presented a threat.

There was no such feeling of acceptance in Etzos, and the eidisi’s skin crawled as men and women openly sneered at her. Some whispered to their companions and turned back towards the housing district to her right. The guard had pointed to the Citadel in the center of the city and explained the series of corridors that led to the office she sought. She fidgeted with the straps on her backpack and continued forward, too anxious to stop and look at the various shops that lined the inner and outer walls of the Commercial Circle. ‘If I can simply get to my home, or any inn, I’ll be safe. I can unpack, sleep and do my best to find an area within the city that fits me.’ She repeated this mantra a few more times and had almost convinced herself that leaving Ne’haer wasn’t a terrible mistake by the time she arrived at the Citizen’s Tower.

When she entered the large doors of the tower, a guard pointed her up a spiraling staircase, to the small wooden chamber that contained the ‘Guidance’, ‘Housing’, and ‘Employment’ offices. She hesitated then, stopping herself from walking to the left most door. Asking for a place to live would be useless without some sense of why she felt so alone and an understanding of which areas of the city would be safe. Perhaps Etzos had a small enclave of migrant Eidisi? Inali walked up to the door, knocked lightly, and let herself in. The man that greeted her seemed overwhelmed, and she paused in the doorway, wondering if her gut instinct had been correct after all. He gestured towards and chair and chatted idly before introducing himself.

Inali nodded, placed her backpack on the floor near the chair and took a seat. She leaned forward in the chair and spoke to the coordinator with a weary smile,

“My name is Inali. I came here for guidance.”

She blushed lightly, aware of terribly unintelligent she sounded in the moment.

“More specifically, I wanted to know whether my kind is welcomed in Etzos. I received some very hostile looks and I’ve not been in the city for an entire break. I came here from Ne’haer with the intention of opening a language and linguistics academy, but I fear that my business would be torched within a few trials. I know that this globe makes me look like a damned mage, but I’m not. I’m an Eidisi and a scholar.”

She paused for a moment then, knowing that she was only a few trills away from ranting about her numerous scholarly accomplishments in typical Eidisi fashion. She clasped her hands together in her lap, breathed in and looked directly in the older man’s hazel eyes,

“Marlin, I just want to know if I can live in Etzos safely. If I cannot, I will be more than happy to pack up my backpack and globe and return to Ne’haer.”
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Mara slipped silently through the Guidance door, her feet ghosting over soft carpet. The room was empty save for the old man, Marlin Tagley, a harried man who seemed to be bent over his work. A light cough from Mara, and he looked up. His eyes widened like saucers when he saw the Naer, but Mara held her hands up. "Peace," she said, her voice soft and lyrical, though with a strange stilted accent - time from learning Common in the dark of Augiery from the slaves they had captured. "Mean no harm."

The old man swallowed, still looking nervous, before smiling a strained smile. "Of course, friend. What can I help you with?" Mara pulled from her pocket a crumpled note, which Furia had helped her read. "We see this bounty. We want help. Reward?" On the paper, it read:

"Old Guard" Patron Lerrik Calloso has revealed that several dangerous texts on the supernatural have come up missing from the off-limits section of the library vault. It is likely that users of criminal magics or devotees of violent Immortals are the ones behind this crime and should only be pursued by those trained in dealing with this type of threat. Some artifacts of protection may be able to be provided temporarily to those taking up this dangerous task.

While the old man looked it over, Mara hurried to explain. She needed the old man to believe her; that she was not an Immortal fanatic. "We get bad books back. Me, sister, and friend. We help city?" She prayed to Audrae her deception would work. Furia and Gar'rek were waiting for her back at the house, and they needed the nels. They needed, too, to be trusted by the city - or they would be ousted before they could even begin Audrae and Lissira's work.

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Inali had woken with a smile on her face and a lightness to her steps that she had not since the arc before. While she was still intimidated by Vuda's overall demeanor, she had decided that he was no different than the high strung parents in Viden. He would be impossible to please, cold, and distant. While she would have preferred a more communicative relationship, she understood his need for secrecy. The memory globe might have caught his eye, but Inali vowed to impress him with her own merit and resourcefulness. She had stayed at a small inn the night before and her back ached from the lumps in the cheap straw filled mattress. She took her time walking back to the Office of the Citizen's Committee and stopped at a small cafe for a scone. The waitress hesitated and looked pointedly at the white birthmarks that streaked across her face, but the jingle of Inali's coin purse was too much to resist. With a stiff lipped 'thank you' the waitress had placed the paper-wrapped pastry on the edge of the table. The message was clear, and the eidisi didn't hesitate to eat on the walk to the Office. When she arrived to the Office, Inali opened the left door first - housing was far more important than the need to record her new employment with the 'Employment' office. Inali greeted Kelleen with a small smile before replying,

"My name is Inali. I've already secured employment in Etzos. I'll be teaching some low level classes at the Academy and I was hoping for some temporary lodging while I get my bearings. I have a loan to pay off to the city, and I doubt they'd appreciate me using my pay to finance a residence. I'd like a location with nicer accommodations, if possible. Are there any suites available at the local inns?" With her housing affairs in order, Inali thanked Kelleen and made her way to the office of Peter Mead. Inali shook the man's hand and noted the glint of intelligence as his eyes swept across her form. Like everyone else in Etzos, he had already come to a snap conclusion about her and what she had to offer.

"Hello Peter. My name is Inali and I've come from Ne'haer to teach within Etzos. I've already secured a modest teaching position in the Academy, but I had some other skills that I would hate to go to waste."


Inali cleared her throat and pulled a small journal from her canvas bag. She opened up the log of various ciphers and keys and presented it to the man.

"If you find any businessmen or women in need of cryptography skills, I'd be grateful if you could refer me to them. I don't take many clients on per season as they don't tend to enjoy the work required to learn and utilize more complex ciphers."

She shrugged, as if this was to be expected,

"But if someone is willing to put in the effort, I would be more than happy to help them encrypt and protect any of their documents."
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Perhaps it would be for the best, to forget. To become anew, with time scars fade and memories dull, the young age as innocence turns to cynicism and the flames of passion are banked into simmering coals. Perhaps it would be for the best to give up.
Letting life do as it wanted the girl had watched time move. Many things had happened. Friends had been made and lost allies had moved forward and enemies faded into obscurity. To be known was a curse, reputation bred expectation, and expectation gives birth to disappointment. She’d never though herself to be something like what she’d tried to become. In a few shining moments the girl had met immortals danced along the flames of battle, killed and nearly been killed.
But why?
She’d been in the right place at the wrong time, her ideal had carried her farther than reality should have ever allowed. That was how she’d learned a valuable lesson. When one flies to close to the sun… they’ll be burned.

Not that she regretted her decisions. If she’d been given the chance to do it all over again, she didn’t think she’d have changed a thing. She’d met an immortal, several in fact. She experienced power, and pain, and had been changed, and perhaps changed others. However, to what end, she no longer knew. What was the point of it all?
That really was the question, she had learned many things, but had done nothing with what she’d gained. If she didn’t change who she was, she was bound to repeat the process, to be pulled along on the strings of fate. She needed to forge her soul anew.
Etzos… it was for the moment… home. Though why she’d come to etzos she didn’t know anymore. Time had lost meaning to her in her travels her days consumed by idle dreams and wonder of the world as she tried to piece herself together from her scattered goals and passions. She had no goals of her own, she’d thought at one time perhaps. That pleasing others would give her joy, through dance and merriment she’d vicariously siphon the passion from those she met. A vampire that lived off the emotions of others. That was why she’d fallen for Xiur, he’d filled her with emotion, with hope. That was his power, she’d come to understand that, it was not her hope but his own that she felt she’d embodied, what did she have to be hopeful for after all.
Moping around can only last so long though. Perhaps if she could no longer enjoy being herself, or find passion in her life, then it was best to begin anew and change, else fading into the abyss of nothingness the hell of one’s own mind.
But what was it that Defined her the girl wondered. She was a dancer, that had always been her goal and passion, dancing and playing along with the minstrels and bards. But such joys were fleeting. They brought nothing new into the world, once seen and then eternally forgotten. There was nothing permanent to the girls life. She’d left her family and farm, a legacy of hard work with feet planted in the soil. She’d left towns she’d called home on a whim, and everywhere she’d been, had nothing to remember her by when she was gone.
Thus she knew what she needed to change.
It wasn’t easy. But if her outward appearance was what defined her, then that was what had to go. Flashy garments were nice, but like sugar passed sweetly through the mouth to bloat and rot the body. Long flowing hair and makeup that made one’s lips glisten like rubies. Excess’s that served no purpose. It had taken long to culminate her appearance her persona of an artist and performer.
Perhaps it was a bad idea, she was breathing on the coals of her own heart and creating angry flame, she knew that she’d regret it, but she didn’t feel that the regret would be strong enough to dissuade her from moving forward.
Cutting her hair had been painful, where once locks of hair had hung to her lower back, no longer was a single strand to be seen, the razor scoured her scalp clean leaving naught but pale flesh that had not often seen the sun, now naked to the air. She didn’t know how long she’d cried for when she produced the mirror that reflected her now alien countenance. Though perhaps for what she’d lost, something was gained. Her eyes looked clearer now. As if they could see further than they had in a long while.
Then came the clothing. It wasn’t hard to find what she wanted, she was sure that beggars of wealthier cities would call what she wanted plain. Simple linen undergarments would replace flashy colored lingerie, and silken dresses, would bow before brown Jute robes and breeches. At last, an image years in the making was washed away in a day.
Lastly she needed to find direction, she knew she wanted to ;earn more about Xiur, even in a lawless city that hated the deities she’d not lost her.. odd connection the the immortal, he still haunted her dreams, and she still felt indebted to him. But through that she needed a occupation, she no longer could be a dancer or entertainer. Nor did she have any skills she believed would make her worthy of another trade. But perhaps that was the point. She’d burn herself to ashes, and if she needed to start from Ashes she would.

Making her way to the The Office of the Citizen's Committee she sighed, she could feel her hands shaking as she took hold of the door. She was going to begin anew here in Etzos, the first real step forward she’d taken in a long, looooong time. It was scary to leave behind complacency. But hopefully it was going to be fore the best.

When she entered the room labeled employment the girl looked over the wizened old man and wondered if she was making a mistake as his eyes scrutinized her, but it was already too late now, she couldn’t back out after going this far.
"If you could give me a basic idea of what skills you could offer this city, I have no doubt I can find you a place where they can be put to gainful use. So, what sort of employment are you hoping to find?"

“I-i… I’m afraid I don’t know… I don’t have a trade… anymore… But I’m willing to do any sort of work, I don’t really do well with people, but I’m good with my hands… and I’m a fast learner. I don’t mind traveling and I’m pretty good at finding my way… I apologize for the… inconvenience, But as long as I don’t have to see more violence. I’m happy to pursue any line of work.”

Bowing deeply the shaved headed girl in the second hand Jute robes. She hoped that the man would see some use in her, so purpose to give her so that she could again find passion in life.

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The state of the office straight ahead, as well as the old man inhabiting it, are very much at odds with the other two. Both he and his office share a harried and confused appearance.

His greeting reflects this: "Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I didn't see you come in. Just grab a chair...oh, umm...well just set those charts on the floor...if you can find a spot. But don't lose them! I need them for uh...who?...oh yes, the young lady three visitors ago."

He sighs heavily, realizing he's getting behind his work load. Then catches himself, "Oh dear, I never asked you your name...or, for that matter, gave you mine." He rises hesitantly from his desk, making an effort to stabilize a stack of papers near the closest edge, to avoid a domino-effect of toppling paperwork, and extends his hand.

"I am Marlin Tagley, the Guidance Coordinator." He allows a sheepish grin, "I don't imagine I look terribly coordinated right now, eh? Well, it's only because I handle everything other than Housing and Employment. That's why this mess is of such varied components." He laughs with genuine mirth.

"So now, what is your name? And what can I help you with?"


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6). "Old Guard" Patron Lerrik Calloso has revealed that several dangerous texts on the supernatural have come up missing from the off-limits section of the library vault. It is likely that users of criminal magics or devotees of violent Immortals are the ones behind this crime and should only be pursued by those trained in dealing with this type of threat. Some artifacts of protection may be able to be provided temporarily to those taking up this dangerous task.
When Symbri entered the place she'd been guided to, she was amused to see that the man who was in charge of bounties, was no grizzled soldier but a delightfully aged gentleman. Bowing deeply Symbri hid her smile and replaced her expression with a kind if unexpressive mask.

"salutations, My name sir, is Symbri, i'm a combat instructor here in Etzos. However in these troubling times I feel I can be doing more for the city. So.. I have come in hopes of claiming a Justice license, in these trying times, I feel like mages are perhaps one of the scarier rogue elements particularly those like the renegade seekers we've been dealing with. I'm only a soldier, but I think that It's within me to risk my life hunting down such dangerous individuals. So I'd like to claim Sir Calloso's job to retrieve forbidden texts from those who would use them against Etzos."

Bowing once more Symbri waited patiently for a reply from the man.

"I also heard that some anti magic protection could be offered, I don't require it, but every bit helps."
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