Mark
|| colonization time
Florence
|| you starting right?

|| BRO IS WRITING AN ESSAY FOR THE PAST 15MINS
Anibal
**Within the heart of the Court of Leuma, the palace is glistening under the afternoon rays. A lone man is a secluded courtyard, stretching back a long wooden bow towards a target. He's wearing a casual outfit, with his silver hair tied back into a braid.**

**The winds today are unique. They carry with them a raw humidity, like a mother with salt tears blowing on her infant's wound. The blindfolded man tastes the direction of the breeze, dancing on his lower lip. It's been a long time since he's measured the wind from his finger.** 

**Yet even in a silence like this, he can not escape the thoughts of his duty. The man draws the string back.**

*"Seven counts of disappearances, two of them found in the gutter this morning."*

*"Your Grace, this is unfathomable. If this keeps up, you'll have to make a public announcement."*

*"A roaring victory for the Court! Two more top-name Azir generals found mysteriously dismembered!"*

*"I apologize. We've lost another brave young soul. I... No, Your Grace. I don't know what's behind this."*

**The man exhales and shoots. About 50m away, there's a plunging sound.** 

**At this stage, it was useless trying to do anything but send an investigations team, as typical. After all, he had no claim in modern forensics. He would have to trust the people.**
Mary
**He reaches for the quiver and nocks the next arrow.**
Francis
**He sat afar, inside the palace, on a couch, listening to the men's conversations, through an ace of diamonds card he placed near them, but not interfering, waiting.**

**A tiny noise can be heard from his direction, a lighter, as its fire smashed with a cigar, lighting it, he would proceed to smoke it, small remnants of smoke can be seen exiting the palace**

**He grabs out a piece of paper, it looked really worn out now, after all, he had used his own blood for the ink, he would scratch off the final name of an Angel who had helped arrest him. All main descendants, of the 3 Angels and 3 Demons, gone, dead**

**Now there remained one, slightly unrelated name, perhaps not for the goals of murder, but alas, it was still there, Vretiel Leuma**

Perhaps rebuild my army. 

**His volume was real low, to ensure no one would hear him, he simply wanted to observe the palace for the time being, considering it was built and sustained off the destruction of his own court**
Mary
**There is smoke in the air. The angel lets the blindfold fall to the floor. With surprising speed, he heads inside the palace, bow and arrow in tow. There is a near-microscopic layer of smoke over the curtains and walls. The source lazes on a sofa, soaking up the shadows.** 

**The angel looks unimpressed.** 

Is this your idea of a joke?
Francis
**He laughs**

No, no, of course not. My idea of a joke is killing 6 Angels and 6 Demons, all direct main descendants of what I recall to be 3 Angels and 3 Demons who arrested me 2000 years ago, just for you to go insane over what happened to those 6 "Poor" Angels. 

**He smirks, smoking his cigar, intentionally breathing out the smoke directly into Vretiel's face, letting the cigar rest on the left side of his mouth**

I see you climbed the ranks. Although, I wouldn't consider self-proclaiming yourself a king to be much of a climb. 

**He once more, breathed out the smoke onto Vretiel's face, this time three times in a row, and he sat back deep down into the couch, taking his comfort**
Florence
|| this has alr surpassed knox's visit to qaysar in terms of LORE