<div align="center"><strong>The City of Egralia</strong></div><br/>The City of Egralia, referred to the Merchants Paradise, This city holds one of the biggest ports on Eleorna. Its streets bustles with the sound and sights of a its many different citizens. If they cared to look up at the walls however, they would notice the increasing numbers of guards stationed. And they would notice the mercenaries and hirelings at every corner. They would see that foreign vessels are docked in the part of port used exclusively by warships. Mandi Har pirates, Black Blood* Crossbones, Legato mercenary vessels all shared the waters. If they were able to percieve just how heir city had changed from a merchant port to fortress, they would certaintly act differently.<br/><br/>Eleorna, this jewel of a continent is the home for many wealthy and powerful city states. But the jewel is slowly cracking into pieces as Agren, the mighty nation of the southern Eleorna has begun a offensive towards its neighbors. Engli, Aurona, Vestilia have all fallen under the onslaught, their merchant kings and queens forced into the grip of the High Countess of Egralia*; Lady Mezellin*. The ambitious and young Countess have only barely grazed the throne, and yet she is currently leading a army several thousands men and women. Her knights now set their sight on a walled in city, one that is far better prepared then they could ever guess.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>-x-x---x-x- </strong></div><br/><div align="center"><strong>Agren Warcamp, within the borders of the now subdued Aurona city state.</strong> </div><br/>“Why is that Egralia have never been taken again Uncle..” The Countess, her hair draped over her shoulders and the red sammet dress she is currently wearin. The woman, no more 24 years old had an air about her that would ensnare any man and woman. People followed her blindly it seemed. Everyone but her Uncle. The grizzled vet stared straight at her and his one good eye had nasty habit of never blink, so it was red as blood. As he began to speak, she listened intently. Her Uncle was fountain of martial wisdom if a bit set in his ways. The young Countess had trusted his judgment this far and it had led them to victory.<br/><br/>“Egralia is surrounded by massive walls and half of the city is situated on a small peninsula, Countess. Its commerce is second only to us and the Empire. As such there is no shortage of knights errands and other soldiers of fortune to defend them. They even contract corsairs and known pirates to defend their harbors. It'd be foolish to try and waltz in there without a plan." The man spoke, his voice gravely and tired.<br/><br/>“Are you telling me, Their entire army can be bought?” She raised a eyebrow as she asked this. The idea of buying themselves a victory from within the enemies own walls was most amusing.<br/><br/>“Not so, most have settled in a agreement with them, to the point were they call it their home. Take the Silver Leaves for example. They would throw themselves at us in droves to stop us. And knowing the Silver Leaves, the losses we would take would be gruesome.” His voice betrayed a ounce of admiration as he spoke of the mercenaries. The countess suddenly changed from listening idly to narrowing her eyes.<br/><br/>“...Wasn't uncle a silver leaf at one point.” Her voice was that low, dangerous tone she had whenever she spoke about things that displeased her. He had seen people being forcefully drafted into the front lines when she got into this mood.<br/><br/>“Aye.. And I can guarantee you, that if we were to attack carelessly, we would only see defeat.” His voice grew darker, gaining an edge to it that was far more commanding then before. His niece was forced to admit defeat. She could not handle her Uncle going into full lecture mode.<br/><br/>“So then we wait. There are still the matters of rebellions to handle in our newest provinces... But we need Egralias port in the future.” Her voice shifted back to that of idle boredom. Her uncle sighed, she still had ways to go.<br/><br/><div align="center">-x-x---x-x-<br/></div><div align="center"><strong>2 Miles outside Egralia City, The Silver Leafs Bastion.</strong></div><br/>The main Head quarters for the silver leaves was a real fortress. There founder had been a noble who served Egralias old merchant king as a knight at one point. Wwhile they had started as small elite force fo knights who rode with those who could offer them gold, they never fought directly against Egralia. As mercenaries, their reputation was what to be expected.. Soldiers of fortune have never been ones to receive praise other then hen they were on the winning side of a conflict. And even then, their efforts were only for money. But the silver leaves, their reputation in Egralia was different. Here they were part of the standing army in times of crisis, and they held respect. And they were far more then just a group of greedy soldiers used to pad out a army of peasants. No these were all elites. You didn't join unless they found you worthy, and each one who got acceptedhad the talent to become something great. Generals, tacticians and royal councelors all rose to their position by being tested in conflict. Around the castle a lake and a thick and deep forest offers both fish and wild game for the hunters and the fishermen.<br/><br/>It was inside the walls of this mighty Fortress that the Silver Leaves latest batch of talent found themselves. Some here fresher to the guild then others. Some had lived long lives off conflict before reaching the guild. All of them are exceptional within their fields of expertise. One of these people is Iano. The Tindra corsair awoke feeling stiff and sore  all over. This wasn't in any capacity unusual. His Yavnei, his partner was ferocious creature.The wild elf he had once saved had found him some time back and the two, while wild and free spirits did every now and then gravitate to stay with one another. Lin and him shared a bond in a way. As his feet swung over the edge of the bed for him to sit up, he noted he had a new scar across his arm. The young man chuckled as he begun to dress, not really making any attempt to cover himself untill he was done. The loosely fit silk and cloth he wore did little to protect him usually but it served it puspose admirably; He looked good. Iano slid his cleaver back where it belonged. For some reason it had been lodged into a table. His saber was still were it should be however. For some reason he never let it get dirtied and kept it presine while the cleaver had seen uses no weapon should ever have to endure. He stretched, taut, lean muscles aching as they were stretched out. He liked the pain, it was good one. Reminded hm of who he was, why he was here. With his veil across his face, he was finally done. He looked back to Lin and raised a eyebrow.<br/><br/>"You Know we need to be up early. Guild Regulations." The redhead chided, knowing full well what Linwë thought about guild regulations.<br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 4pt;">--------------------------------------------------------------------</span></strong><br/><br/>Act 1: Morning Routines</div><br/>Welcome to the fray everyone! The Silver Leaves Bastion is quite large, and surrounded by a small village meant to house the families and servants of silver leafs. Those who do not own land within the walls are most likely housed within the barracks or in the keep itself. The town is bustling with life, and albeit far smaller then the capital, its worth exploring. Feel free to start any where within the village or the Bastion.  Its approximately 7 in the morning, the sun is shining. Its typical early spring for a temperate area.<br/><br/>Locations : (Add your own if need be)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Castle:<br/><strong>Courtyard:</strong> Large and spacius, this area tend to work as a place for sparring and training drills. <br/>The Inner Sanctum; A underground shrine dedicated to 7 of the 8 Infinites.  Zails shrine is just outside the town, and is not officially recognized. This place has a a tending priest or Priestess of each Infinite. Among the catacombs connected to this shrine are various smaller shrines dedicated to smaller deities.<br/><strong>Mess Hall :</strong> This is where most mercenaries would eat when on duty. The mess hall is quite possibly the largest indoor area in the castle. The long tables and benches have been worn don by years of heavy festivities and drunken mercenaries.<br/><strong>Gathering Hall </strong>: his place is here most people come to discuss guild politics, change information and hold official ceremonies. The notice boards with requests can also be found here.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">Town</span></div><strong>Barracks:</strong> There's a female part, and a male part of the barrack complex. The barracks are mainly just large houses with rows of beds and bed rolls. A few rooms for recreation and smaller courtyard.<br/>Smithy: There are several black smiths in town, some of them old silver leaves that got to wounded to continue fighting. Here you can find most things you need.<br/>Silver Leaf Plaza: Marketplace and general gather spot for the villagers.<br/>The Grilled Goose: Large tavern near the Silver Leaf Plaza.<br/>Outer Wall: Surrounds the village and joins with the Castle in each end.<br/><br/><strong><em>Outside The walls:</em></strong><br/><br/><strong>Zail Shrine:</strong> Guarded by a dark priest at all times. The Shrine allows only worshipers of the dark god to enter. Considered something of an eyesore by most.<br/><strong>Laka Litna:</strong> A small lake connected to the sea by a small river.<br/><strong>The Woods:</strong> Stretches as far as the eye can see north where it joins with some mountains. Rich on wildlife and rich in dangers.</div></div>