<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/><br/><div align="center">(http://imgur.com/pdRLVcZ.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Andale Mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Mikael’s Manor<br/>The Seat of Eodin</strong></span></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/pKGaOpx.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Andale Mono;"><strong>Mikael Oldaren</strong></span></div></div><div class="floatright">(http://imgur.com/yF62eeC.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Andale Mono;"><strong>Liam Onnerie</strong></span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><strong>(GM Notes):</strong> <em>Mikael Oldaren. Liam Onnerie.</em><br/><br/>Mikael reached out and took the sealed letter from Eldran, flipping it over to glance at the seal proper and nodding his head. “I will be certain to send him my thanks for your assistance in these matters, Eldran’Tyr.” He announced in a way to give him to those around him, as he was one of only two not to introduce themselves. He passed his gaze to each of them and nodded his gratitude at their acceptance and prompt arrival to this event. “Sylvi,” He said, gesturing back to her, “I am pleased that your time here in Eodin has been comfortable.” He replied. Mikael moved to the desk and set the letter down on it, his hand holding still on it as he peered up at the man who was there with them.<br/><br/>“I won’t spend time praising each of you,” He said as he looked forward, not at them, “You are each well aware of your skills. I have learned through many periods of strife that a bond of battle can not be forced. No explanation of your individual talents could prepare the rest of you to interact with one another. I suspect things will be messy at first, but I ask that you take your unrefined edge and find the tools among one another to forge yourselves into the firm unyielding point that we need… And please, do so with as much haste as possible.” His eyes closed. “An issue has arised that I must see to personally,” He explained, “For this first task I leave you in the hands of Liam Onnerie, one of my most trusted. It was due to Liam’s work that we were able to undermine the stability of Otias Bannok’s reign originally. He’s been following this very closely and knows it better than anyone. He will be turning his investigation over to you.”<br/><br/>The half elven man stepped forward and away from the wall. He drew in a small breath and licked his lips before rehashing the story of the uprising quickly. He filled all of them in on the basic details about the events that lead up the removal of Otias - including the assassination of <em>most</em> of his firmest supporters. While not all of them were killed, the vast majority of them were removed from their positions of power in some way, shape, or form. Not all of them, however. “As most people know Otias escaped the coup.” His deep, firm voice sounded through the room with no small amount of annoyance lining the tone, “We’ve been unable to locate him, which is only partially surprising given the resources he had at his disposal when he was in power. It is detrimental to the safety of Eodin that Otias be located and dealt with.”<br/><br/>“We are not without leads though. This is where you come in. Myself and my men have spent too long looking into this and we’re faces that are known… Or in some cases watched. Despite all of the progress that has been made in these last months, and the peace that we have enjoyed… Do not be fooled. Otias still grips this city, even if his talons can’t be immediately seen.” He explains, “As our faces are known, however, so are those of his people. That’s why he has hired an outside specialist to come in. My investigations point to one thing… Otias plans to try and have Mikael assassinated, by a man known as the Red Smile.”<br/><br/></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mouser</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Andale Mono;">It’s difficult - if not entirely impossible - to tell what a person is capable of by a few moments of observation, particularly in a setting where such subtleties aren’t called for. Even the hardiest warrior can be capable of quiet movements. However, as you peer around your assumed comrades, the only one that jumps immediately out at you as possibly inept in such skills is Eldran’Tyr; if only due to the armor that he clearly prefers.<br/><br/>It is, however, easy to tell that Kara is the most natural at being light on her feet - it’s in the way that she moves.</span></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sylvi</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Andale Mono;">A moment spent peering at Kara and thinking back over your studies will reveal to you that she is an Aasimar. The antithesis to tieflings, they are men and women that carry the blood of celestial beings within their heritage. While you’ve encountered numerous races of people in The Iron Flats, you’ve never encountered an aasimar in person, only read of their existence in a few tomes.</span></div></div><br/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/>