Clara
Levi Cortez
Fretasburge, Azarya
Five years ago

Levi woke up on the floor of the dirtiest prison he had ever been in. It was absolutely horrible, smells of shit and blood that could never be washed out hung in the air like a slow-moving wave of death. Screams of agony and loneliness rang in his brain throughout the night, and nothing he could do would quiet it. 

"Cortezial! You have a visitor." 

Levi squinted at the bright torch that illuminated the pitch black room. The voice came from the big guard, Brutus. Levi stood up slowly, scabs from the beating he had received cracking. He had been transferred to this place after the old place had been burned to the ground. He walked painfully over to the now open door and felt the flank of chains clasp around his ankles, and almost passed out from the pain of the ice cold metal sliding over his almost raw skin, and he was pushed outside. The sun was so bright, it seemed as if Levi was going blind just from squinting. 

He was almost dragged to a small building, but before they walked in Brutus keeled over, clutching his stomach. A small hooded figure ran over, grabbed the keys, and unlocked his chains. 

"Levi. We have to go. We don't have long before they notice you are missing. Can you still ride?" The stranger said, before Levi finally figured out who it was. 

"F... Farah?" Levi said, waves of happiness washing over him. Before the reunion could continue Brutus started moving, and Farah urged him to start moving. He started limping as fast as he could, each footstep causing him more pain. 
 
When they reached the horses, Levi almost fainted from the pain of climbing on. Farah urged the horse on, but before she could get on hers she was struck by an arrow fired from Brutus. Levi couldn't do anything to stop it from happening.

Present day
Levi rubbed his forehead. "What are you going on about?" He asked the young child who had entered his shop. 

"Well... Sir... My daddy says to tell you he n... Needs a f.. Few more days to pay y... Y... You back." The young girl withdrew from the conversation into a sniveling ball of snot and tears. A little later she handed him a handwritten note detailing what had happened. 

"You're the daughter of Eli aren't you. Eli Cooper. It takes a special sort of man to send his only daughter to honor a debt. This letter is a complete fake however. Tell your *Daddy* He has two days to get my money, or I will have his head." Levi said, furious that a grown man had tried to con his way out of paying his debts, not with his own mouth, but a child. 

After going through his list, he realized he was through for the day. He sat back in the ornate leather chair he had spent a lot of money on and frowned. He studied the cracked shield that hung over his door, and the two blades that sat behind them. He had spent many an afternoon training with them, and he could still feel the scar on his wrist where Aleqar had caught his blade at the hilt, and purposefully scarred him. He could remember her beauty and the strong ideals that guided her. She was the only woman he ever loved, and the reason he learned how to defend himself. 

A knock on the door shook him out of his daydream. Levi instructed them to come inside, and the person obliged. Levi's door swung open, and a young man entered. Levi looked up, and immediately looked back down. "What is it?" Levi asked, studying the man standing before him.

The young man walked forward, slowly pulling out a sheet of paper. Levi looked it over, slowly reading what it contained.
Scott
Mercenary Lance Gominton

Fretasburge, Azarya

Lance walked into the place in which he was instructed to work. Some man in the local pub pointed him towards this way, and he was ready for just about any task ahead of him. He was somewhat surprised by the man sitting in front of him, but he knew that this was were the money was. He handed the man his resume. He held his hand out to shake his. 
"My name is Lance sir. Its nice to meet you. I heard you may be looking for a hand. I can assure you that i am more than capable than handling anything you throw my way," He says with a smile.
Clara
Levi Cortez 
Fretasburge, Azarya

Levi looked at the man as he introduced himself as Lance, and shook his hand coldly when he extended it. He read the resume carefully, and noted the two "Rules" That it held. "Morals are good and all, but should not hinder you from doing the job I will lay out for you. I am paying you, and I do not tolerate insubordination." Levi said, laying the resume out on his desk. He took out a small parcel out from under his desk, and inside was a small book and a beautiful quill pen. He opened the book, and all that could be seen was names and signatures. "This is to show that we have a deal. I will not ask you to sign it until we are agreed on a price, and only then will I describe what is happening here. Do you understand?" Levi asked, turning to a page that had space.
Scott
Lance Gominton

Fretasburge, Azarya

Lance could instantly tell that this was not a typical job. "I understand quite well sir. Price seems to me like 100 gold a week." He grabbed the quill pen and signed it. "You just ask and I'll do. So whats this job about anyway?"
Clara
Levi Cortez
Fretasburge, Azarya

Levi nodded, and showed him where to sign. Afterwards Levi gestured for him to sit, and Levi began to explain to him what was going on. 

"Long ago, there was a group known only as The Eclipse." Levi began, rolling a coin along his knuckles. "They were a rag tag group, at first, but as time passed they began to come together. A woman who shall be unnamed became their leader, and under her they flourished. A young merchant joined their ranks and thus began a rich and wonderful era."

Saying this Levi took a sip of the wine sitting on his table, and straightened up. "Granted, things can never stay good for long. The Eclipse didn't go without enemies, and many things went wrong really fast. Some escaped only with their lives." He said, rolling the coin again. 

"Are you prepared to take risks?" Levi asked, looking at him and laying the coin in front of Lance. "If you take this coin, it will begin another era. One of profits for the both of us, and one that may very well shake the roots of this very land. But, it is one that may ask you to question your own moralities, your own loyalties, or your own beliefs." Levi said, dropping his voice almost to a whisper.
Scott
Lance Gominton

Fretasburge, Azarga

Lance was hit the realization that this was the perfect job. The rush of adventure flowed through his veins as he debated on grabbing the coin. His future laid right in front of him. This man, who obviously has a history in his eyes, seemed alluring to him. "If i grab this coin, what am I to you? A tool, a partner? I've been waiting for this sorta thing for a while now. I'm willing to accept this." He opened his hand as if to taunt Levi to place the coin withen. He was thrilled and didnt regard any of his previous beliefs. He just wanted this more than anything. He had full faith in man in front of him.
Clara
Levi Cortez
Fretasburge, Azarya

Levi looked at the man sitting before him, and sat the coin on the table. "You decide what you mean to me. If you are going to do your job then we will be as thick as thieves. Just know that I will always be watching." Levi said, standing up and walking to the door. He opened a display case and pulled out his blade, currently encased in its sheath, and strapped it on. He then pulled on a thick coat and gloves and walked outside, telling Lance to follow. He walked to an area outside of his shop that was cleanly cut and maintained. "Show me what you can do." Levi said, stretching and pulling his sword out and getting into a fighting stance. "Don't get too carried away, but I need to see where you are." Levi said, rolling his shoulders and focusing.