<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Sybille wrapped her cloak tighter around her and pointed to the tower, “To the geezers we go!” As they walked through the city, it became clear that not everything is what it seems in Starfall. The architecture of this place was gorgeous, the streets were clean of any trash including crime. It was strange to feel safe of your possessions, an eerie peace of mind. The shops and market stalls they passed were clearly aimed for tourists and the nobility that ruled these lands. Because if you looked more towards the outer edges of the city then you could see the true face of Starfall. A king may bring some safety by ridding the place of criminality but if your people only get scraps while noble are walking around fat then one wonders if they are truly happy with their king…<br/>
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The adventuring pair came across a patrol of Gearsmen, metallic constructs that walked like men but were not men. Sybille noticed how the populus gave these constructs a wide berth as they walked by with their thudding and hissing noises. She gave Marek a look of caution as they continued their path to the Technic League. Soon enough they arrived at the headquarters…<br/>
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Standing in front of the large iron doors of the Technic Hall, Sybille motioned for Marek to pound on the door as her slim frame would hardly have the strength to make the knocks audible enough. It took them a good few minutes of listening to muffled voices, clanging of metallic things, doors opening and closing before they finally heard the distinct sound of footsteps heading their way. It was an older mage, exasperated as he kept the iron door at a crack, “Yes! What’d ya want?!” Before either of them could say a word the man grimaced and waved them off, “We are not accepting any students, nor solicitors! Good day!” then shut the door.<br/>
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Sybille’s eyes widened and her lips were pressed tight, “Knock again.” she asked Marek. When the door wouldn’t open Sybille made sure to mention, “We are sent by the Black Sovereign himself!”<br/>
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Now that did spark some interest in the old fart, he opened the door again with a puzzled look, “The Sovereign?” he asked. Sybille pulled out one of the grants from her pouch, unfurled it enough to show the king’s signature and official seal. “Would you like to check the authenticity, Hm?” she said with a sardonic smile.<br/>
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Moments later, after the adventurers stated the reason why the ‘king had sent for them’ they were being led to the mage that discovered the piece of the Rod of Law in the first place. Hopefully they would gain some new information and if not then it would be best to move on.<br/>
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Meanwhile in Vigil...<br/>
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Two hooded figures stood atop the rooftops watching the confrontation below. Nervously observing the two females, one of the cultists started to pull out a knife from between his robes. But the taller one stopped him, "Wait, remember our orders. We are merely to observe and report back. Hrael needs them to find the artifact."<br/>
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"What if they kill each other?"<br/>
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"Let them. It'll weed out the weak."<br/>
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The two men heard a rustle nearby and as they slowly turned around they were met with the massive form of a Ravager. Slowly they backed up, nearly falling off the edge before the taller one caught them both and said, "Time to go."<br/>
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"Yup." and off they ran across the rooftops hoping not to become Layla's meal...</span>