Bleidd approached the large heavy black doors, completely smooth and flush with the surrounding polished black granite walls and floor that made up the cavernous space that was The Hunting Halls. A place outside of time and space where the agents of the Koi-arii came when summoned by Fate.<br/><br/>She removed her glove. Bleidd had no idea what the doors were made of, the black surface  was smooth but dull and unpolished, slightly warm to the touch, it was immune to her talents she could neither read it's history nor move it with a thought. There were no locks, no handles, no indication of how it should open. Flexing her forearm a blade shot out from her wrist, she sliced the well formed scar on the palm of her hand and watched as the dark blood pooled slowly in her hand she then pressed it against the door. There was a soft hum, and her blood was absorbed into the surface of the entrance as it slid open silently .<br/><br/>Upon entering the the room Bleidd's vision was taken from her. She carried on walking until it felt appropriate to stop.<br/><br/><i>“Echelon has been taken from us.”</i><br/><br/>Bleidd hesitated, in her 2 millennia as an agent, she had never known of another agent being killed. Occasionally a new host was found and the Koi arii was transferred but for one to have been lost she had never heard of such a thing.<br/><br/><i>“ You must retrieve the Koi-arii and its new host.”</i><br/><br/>Bleidd raised an eyebrow.<br/><br/>“And who is the new agent.”<br/><br/><i>“ He’s a Mercenary, goes by the name of Martag, a half breed, but an exceptional one, he has a certain aptitude that make him, currently, the most viable candidate for the Metal Koi-arii.”</i><br/><br/>“A Merc, you know he is going to tell me where to shove it right.” Bleidd retorted.<br/><br/><i>“ Well I suggest, unless you want another to go through your experience ... you will find away to change his mind.” </i>Fate paused<i>“ It's what your good at isn't it?”</i><br/><br/>The question was rhetorical , Bleidd’'s eyes narrowed her lip curling into a sneer that she tamped down as soon as it started. She put Out her hand, a small glass marble dropped into her palm.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><b><u>Later.<br/>
</u></b><br/>Bleidd closed her eyes, and waited for the almost imperceptible shift in reality...'There'... Reaching into a pocket she pulled out the small glass orb, within it darkness and light shifted around each other in a never-ending dance. She allowed the marble to fall to her feet, where it shattered into a thousand pieces. There was a sudden absence of everything. Reality shifted, twisted, compressed and then blinked her out of existence.<br/><br/>For a moment she was nowhere, she was nothing, there was nothing. Then quite suddenly, with a sensation like the snapping of a band, she found herself relocated.<br/><br/>Bleidd stood quite still for several moments carefully absorbing the information of her surroundings and getting her bearings. She had materialised just inside the back door of a bar, the familiar smell of stale beer, diluted disinfectant and wood smoke.<br/><br/>' 2000 years you think I would be used to this by now. Another fucking pub, or inn, or is this one a tavern? what is it with these places and inter-dimensional crossroads?'<br/><br/><b>'It's the other way around.' </b><br/>A thought announces, its not her own.<br/>It's the voice of the 'Koi'arii'.<br/><br/><b>' The energy draws restless souls'</b><br/><br/>The Koi'arii, a sentient element was the closest thing Bleidd could describe it as.  As old as creation, and whilst they were more or less inert without a host, once in several generations  A bond was forged. It prolonged her life whilst ceasing aging, it also magnified her own innate capabilities beyond anything that could be achieved naturally. However it could not impart abilities on her that she did not have a natural affinity for. It couldn't make her a powerful warlock, or a muscle bound professional fighter. It merely enhanced what was already there. It had its own alignment of sorts which occasionally led to disagreements between itself and its host.<br/><br/>Her calf skin boots made no noise as she moved across the floor towards the bar. She walked with the bearing and poise of someone who knows their body and it's capabilities well. At average height, with a lithe and supple frame she wouldn't particularly catch the eye. Her outfit is made up of many layers, first close fitting then loose, wrapped around and tied neatly at the waist. Trousers match the top, loose fitting from below the waist, tucked into her knee high soft soled boots.The colours were designed to be evasive, depending on who you asked she could have been wearing grey, black,navy blue or faded varieties of all three.<br/>With her hood up Bleidd had a gift for remaining unseen, for appearing so utterly ordinary that she drew little if any attention. Even if noticed on arrival most would find it difficult if not impossible to remember ever seeing her, then once they looked away they would simply forget her. No scent, no sound and a face no one could ever quite place, were the things that made Bleidd exceptional at what she did.<br/>Even her sudden appearance from the back was quickly forgotten.Keen slate grey eyes scanned the room, still unsure as to why Fate had sent her here, she sat down and waited to be served?<br/><br/>The Barman came over.<br/><br/>“What can I get you,?<br/><br/>“ Wine, Red if you have it and some information if you could” she slid three slid silver coins across the bar,  he snatched them up without looking, not that it made a difference once he touched them they turned into an accepted currency,<br/><br/>He turned away to get her drink, poured it and promptly forgot about her. Bleidd sighed, sliding her hood back slightly, just enough to remove the shadow from her face.<br/><br/>“ Keep! ,my drink.”<br/><br/>He turned finally seeing the young woman properly decided she was definitely worth paying more attention to. A broad shark like grin splitting his face.<br/><br/>“information you say?”<br/><br/>“ yes,” she smiled her sweetest smile whilst wondering how quickly she could gut the repulsive man. “ I am looking for someone...a Mercenary goes by the name of Martag  “<br/><br/>The man's face hardened slightly.<br/><br/>“ Ah I see.”<br/><br/>Bleidd waited, “ Yes?”<br/><br/>“ You have the wrong Inn you want to head over to Maria’s ?” Providing her with brief directions he said nothing more.<br/><br/>‘Bloody Typical’ Bleidd hissed as she wandered down the street. On the plus side it was dark, so once she stepped into the shadows she simply disappeared. She hadn’t even reached the bar when a The rather considerable silhouette of  someone travelling in her direction, crossed in front of her. Her eyebrow climbed as she watched his his gait, the way he carried himself,  she continued to follow on, shadow stepping sometimes, Occasionally moving ahead of him,  sometimes behind, she liked to get a good look at someone when they thought they were alone. It could teach you a lot. In this case it taught her he had exceptional instincts. It was very rare to any body to pickup on being watched by the Koi arii. She would bet her life, if she had one, that this was her mark. She wondered just how long Fate had been tracking him, as she watched him disappeared through the front door of another bar.<br/><br/>Bleidd waited around outside letting the man get settled, roughly 20mins later she entered the bar. She scanned the room as any punter would when they arrived then made her way to the bar. Once again she experienced similar issues trying to get the woman to remember her long enough to get a drink, before she found herself forced to pull back her hood enough to dismiss the shadows. Leaning over she asked the woman if that was indeed Murtag,  sure enough her mystery Mercenary was found.<br/><br/>Taking her bottle of wine and glass off the bar she wandered over  to merc, he was about as solidly built as any of his orc brethren but there was a a subtleness of movement that defineyly wasn’t. As she reached his table she paused.<br/><br/>“ you mind if I sit her.” She didn’t wait for a reply sitting across from him. She topped up her own drink,” can i get you a refill?” If he agreed she was sure the barmaid would see to it.<br/><br/>“  Martag Porshang?  I believe you may be able to help, or at the very least if you can’t that you can provide me with the information i need to help myself.”  She took a long drink fixing him with her gaze.<br/>“ I need to find someone,  someone i assume is most likely dead, however that doesn’t change the fact he must be found. You get paid half now , half on completion, If you will do it?”<br/>Bleidd continued to watch him, hoping he took the easy option, because if he refused she had a plan B.<br/><br/><script class="js-extraPhrases" type="application/json">
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