<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Part 1: Blood Soaked Trails</span></strong></span></div><br/><div align="center"><em>Listen in awe, and you'll hear him, Bark at the Moon!</em></div><br/>The trip to Fairmount is fairly quick. Selene's walk takes only half an hour, with the drive taking much less time. Angelo refuses to approach the park until Selene arrives, at which point he reaches into the trunk of his Windstar and pulls out two items: a 9mm pistol and a katana placed in an ornate sheath. "Hello, Ame." He says, smiling as he belts it on. "Been a while since I did any field work. Hope I'm not too rusty."<br/><br/>Fairmount Park is actually pretty small, but behind a line of trees that hide half the park from the street, a few dozen men and women have gathered. Some are sparring with wooden practice weapons (or bare fists), some are enjoying some refreshments (burgers and hotdogs for food, soda and beer to drink), and few are admiring a young woman's sword-the group can hear that she apparently made it herself.<br/><br/>As the strange group of one Mage and four Princesses approach, one of the gathered crowd suddenly speaks up. "Angelo! It's been a while!" Angelo smirks. "Hello, Dean. Good to see you again. I was hoping you were here tonight." A massive man, standing at least 6'4" and rippling with muscle approaches. He has a massive grin on his face as he gives Angelo a massive bear hug. "And your friends? Who are they, and to what do I owe this visit?"<br/><br/>"Well, first, introductions. Everyone, this is Dean, one of the elders of the Storm Lords." Dean gave an affirmative grunt. "And...you know what, you guys introduce yourselves." Angelo sincerely hoped they took his comment about using fake names earlier seriously.