<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Current Season Story</div><div class="spoiler_body">Murder: Discovery the truth behind the wedding tragedy.<br/>Step 1: Gain Information at the Wedding.<br/>Goal: Uncover the truth. </div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Current Episode Story</div><div class="spoiler_body">Tragedy: The wedding has gone horribly wrong.<br/>Step 1: Gain Access to the Murder Site.<br/>Goal: Discover what happened.</div></div><br/><br/>Casimiro Orellana built his wealth as a trader, his knowledge as an explorer, and his fame as a warrior.  The third son of a Castillan Grande, he saw little hope of inheriting.  He left home at sixteen to strike his own way on a ship purchased with his family’s wealth.  The two decades that followed saw Casimiro venture to nearly every port in the known world, and a few beyond.  He traded fortunes, battled monsters, rescued fair maidens, and generally lived a life out of the storybooks.  He returned home when he learned of Montaigne’s invasion, and served with distinction as a Captain, and later Admiral, in the war.<br/><br/>His brothers fell in the war, as did so many others, and Casimiro found himself thrust into a role he no longer desired.  He vanished, as the war finally ended, only to turn up months later with a Montaigne woman by the name of Anais.  His desire to marry her horrified many, but none were in a position to protest.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The sprawling manor of the Orellana family sat on a cliff overlooking the Vaticine Gulf.  It was a warm summer day, a soft wind blew in from the sea carrying the scent of the ocean, the sun was warm but not harsh, and in the distance gulls cried and protested.  It was the perfect day for a wedding, and the turn out was proof of that.<br/><br/>The manor threatened to burst at the seams as hundreds of people mingled and chatted.  A dozen musicians played, spaced out so as not to clash.  An army of servants carried food and drink.  A few guards stood, half-awake in the soothing warmth of the sun.  In the distance a dozen ships sat anchored offshore.<br/><br/>The wedding was as much a celebration of all Casimiro had done with his life as a celebration of his new union.  The guests had come from across the world, and all had stories of how they had met.<br/><br/>The screams cut through the chatter and music like a knife.  There was a sudden silence, save for the sound of screaming, then a panic.  The guards reacted as trained, and ran for the sound, but they had to push through a crowd that couldn’t decide what to do.  Some ran, some stood frozen, some tried to help.<br/><br/>Still, it was not long before word spread.  Anais was dead, her tongue ripped out, and Casimiro was missing.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The sprawling manor hah several courtyards, each packed to the brim with people as the wedding continued.  Natia, Viviana, Malcyn, and Martinique had, more by chance or fate than intent, found themselves sharing a single courtyard.  A band played a lively rendition of the Maiden of Aldana, while a dozen servants circulated with trays of fine wine, chilled water, and various finger foods.  A crush of bodies pressed in at every side, and a dozen accents mingled together into a dull roar that threatened to drown out the music.<br/><br/>The first sign of something wrong was a maid shoving and pushing her way through the crowd towards the Captain of the Guard, a grizzled veteran of a hundred battles, he all but caught the young maid as she collapsed in his arms.  A whispered conversation, and the Captain was on the move towards a nearby set of doors, while various guards, summoned by a glance and a gesture, sprang into action.<br/><br/>The news seemed to spread like the plague, each person whispering loud enough for those nearby to hear.  "Murder."