NationStates Jolt Archive

Two races in our country, the Seldane and the Undine have never really liked each other. They are small parts of the population, and the number of human and other races separated them enough. We let them have their own churches and temples, and we give them free reign over local issues, like we do with all of the states in our nation. They dislike each other, but many forget why. The Seldane worship the earth, the rocks and stones. The Undine worship water. Many believe they were descended from these basic "elements". The Seldane are very tall, about seven feet, and the Undine are shorter, about five feet. The Seldane have a bluish cast to them, the Undine, orange.

However, a young Seldane and a young Undine fell in love, and secretly married. This upset the Undine states as much as it did the Seldane states. Both have declared war on each other and have begun taking potshots at each other. Not much violence is expected, because they are a minority of the population, but sympathetic humans and corporations may join sides, perpetuating the needless violence.

All we ask for is some aid. Perhaps people who can reason with these groups.

Imnsvale is famed for never having been scarred by war. We've never been a war, we've never helped with a war, and it sure as hell won't start now.

-High Minister for Trade; Master Ensor (The leader of our fine nation.)

Maayti (The capital of the predominately Seldane state).
"Where does Jhiaxus get off marrying that Undine witch?"

"If I knew, I'd tell you, sir."

"Well, order all of our police on alert."

"Yes, sir."


Ignae (The capital of the predominately Undine state).
"Jinrai. Jinrai HAD to go off and marry that Jhiaxus fellow and start all this."

"Does anyone know where they are?"

"No, nobody does."

"Not even their parents?"

"No."

"Well, step up security anyway."

"Yes, sir."

A telegram arrives soon at the Imnsvale (human?) capital.

Greetings.
I am Urza Planeswalker, and I will attempt to negotiate peace between these two species. Wars have reduced one Dominaria to nothing but slag and glass, I would not have this happen again. If you wish to have my aide, I will be there.
Urza Planeswalker, Lord Protector of Dominaria
Founder of Fantasy Nation Alliance
http://boards1.wizards.com/images/avatars/Magic-Urza.jpg

OOC: Yeah, the Capital of Imnsvale is Human.
IC:

Trademeet (Capital of Imnsvale.)

"Sir, I just received a teletype from someone who wants to help."

"Well, bring them in! Send them a private jet! Pay them!"

"Of course, sir."

Urza Planeswalker steps out of the air next to the (king, president, other leader?) of Imnsvale.
"You requested my assisance?"

"You graciously offered your assistance, and we accepted. We thank you heartily. I am Master Ensor, the Trade Minister for Imnsvale. Some would call me a President, but that's another story. Would you like to follow me into my office?"

OOC: Anyone else want to help? Please?

"Very well, lead on."

OOC:
Before you attempt to kill him, I feel the need to say: Urza is practicaly immortal, he is an energy based being maintaining a matter 'shell' in the form of his body before he became a planeswalker. He feels pain, and sometimes bleeds, so if you hurt him enough he will be forced to dissapait his matter shell to regenerate his energy.

OOC: Why the hell would I want to kill him? Did you think this was a trap? Sheesh, paranoid people. :P
IC:

Ensor opens the door to his office, luxurious velvet carpet, leather chairs and a redwood desk, strew with papers, a telephone, and a computer terminal; he briefs him on the situation.

"The two races, the Seldane and the Undine have been a peaceful truce of sorts. They hate each other, but there never was a solid reason to fight. Now there is. An Undine girl and a Seldane boy married, and both of the state governments are in chaos. People are taking potshots at each other for now, but with all of the other races in Imnsvale, it might spread and grow. We cannot ascertain loyalties at this point, but we'd like to stop it before it starts. And, nobody knows where the happy couple are. What else do you need to know?"

"If you will allow, we would like to send two-CIS operatives to try and help find the Undine & Seldane couple before things get two much worse between the two races."

Charles Bolton
Intelligence Bureau

We would love your help, but it may or may not be in vain. If they are found by either race, both are likely to be executed. We would have to find them, and hide them. Can you work in enough secret to facilitate that?

We would love your help, but it may or may not be in vain. If they are found by either race, both are likely to be executed. We would have to find them, and hide them. Can you work in enough secret to facilitate that?

"All efforts will be put forth towards finding them, and safely hiding them possibly within the nation. We can always setup cover jobs for the operatives in Imnsvale and hide them within the one of the two agent's "homes."

Charles Bolton
Intelligence Bureau

That is most acceptable. Do you require transportation to Imnsvale?

That is most acceptable. Do you require transportation to Imnsvale?

"Transportation will not be necessary."

Charles Bolton
Intelligence Bureau

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Covert Intelligence Service Headquarters
Lundcastle, Northern Oglethorpia

Guy McLellan crumpled up the sheet of paper and threw it in the waste basket. "Transportation will not be necessary," he said in a mocking voice. Stupid bastard's makin' us fly Second-class to Imnsvale."
"They call that coach nowdays," replied his partner for the paticular 'mission,' Steve Whitt.
"Well, yeah, that just shows you that that's how long it's been since i've had to fly coach."
"Well, too bad."

McLellan and Whitt were interrupted by a man in a black suit. "Get going you two, your flight's in four hours."
"God damn airport secuirity," McLellan said spitefully.

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OOC: Time flux!

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Sheffingham International Airport
Sheffingham, Northern Oglethorpia

Whitt was sitting down with his duffle bag next to him, looking out to the runway and the constantly arriving and departing jets that came in and out of Sheffingham International Airport. He was fast asleep by the time McLellan caught up with him, lucky none of his belongings had been stolen. McLellan snapped his fingers in front of Whitt's face, waking him up.
"What?" Whitt asked.
"God damn airport secuirity," McLellan said spitefully.

Both made as best time they could to their flight; gate 190A, the flight already boarding as they showed their boarding passes and got on the flight.

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OOC: Time flux 2x!

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Trademeet International Airport
Trademeet, Imnsvale

"Finally, here," Whitt said, relieved.
"Okay, now let's take a look at this," McLellan said, opening the non-descript briefcase, containing some of the most important information to them. "Right, now my cover job is...pet shop clerk?"
"Well, at least it's low profile."
"I'll say."
"And you...work in a deli. Damn, they gave me the stupid job. And finally," McLellan said, "we share a home."
"A pet shop clerk and a meatcutter working in the same house."
"Meh. Then, we get to go to the capital of the Seldane state. And then the Undane's."
"It's Undine."
"Shut up."
"They don't pay us enough."
"Yes they do."
"Shut up!"

Guy and Steve opened the door to their house, that was provided for them in a suburb of Trademeet, only to find a spartan abode. An Imnsvale agent was rooting around in the fridge.

"Oh, hello. I am Bentley Gibson, the top agent on this project. You are to assume your identities as soon as possible, blend in, and then find the 'happy' couple that might be the two most wanted people in the country. They might be the spark for war. Nobody wants that. So find them, please."

Guy and Steve opened the door to their house, that was provided for them in a suburb of Trademeet, only to find a spartan abode. An Imnsvale agent was rooting around in the fridge.

"Oh, hello. I am Bentley Gibson, the top agent on this project. You are to assume your identities as soon as possible, blend in, and then find the 'happy' couple that might be the two most wanted people in the country. They might be the spark for war. Nobody wants that. So find them, please."

"Simple," Guy mentioned.
"When do we start our 'occupations?'" Steve asked.

"Eight AM, tomorrow morning. Tomorrow is Saturday, and the following Monday is a holiday, so you have three days off to find them, before having to be back Monday to perpetuate this ruse. If you find them in those three days, so much the better. We are all praying for you."

And with that, he opened the door to step out.

"Hmmm," Steve said, thinking about what to do first.
McLellan was busy with 'more important tasks.' Such as browsing the local television stations from the couch.

"A tradjedy, however this is a matter that there government must deal with internally and has no reason to involve our people"

Bentley approached his car.

I hope these guys are good enough to do what they say they can do.

And with that thought, he drove off, to report to Master Ensor.

Steve unpacked the single checked in bag; into a closet he placed the two Glock 17 handguns and a box of ammunition, placing some clothes upon it. The briefcase, he put in one of the two bedrooms underneath the bed, checking that all the proper papers were in it. Passports, mission papers, Imnsvale citizenship documents, birth certificates; all information designed to conceal their employment with the CIS.

Tomorrow they'd go to work as if they were no longer with the organization.

I hope we'll be able to pull this off, Steve thought to himself.

Bentley drove down the car infested streets, and fought the traffic in the freeway, to get to Master Ensor. As he drove up, Ensor was already waiting for him in his parking space.

"Well, how was it?"

"Fine. Them seem to be very competent."

"I hope so."

"How is contacting them going?"

"Oh, we can contact their governments, after all, we are the greater authority. But we can't get anyone to come here as a representative, yet."

"Is there a way to force them?"

"Not a legal one, yet."

Guy came in to find Steve crashed on the couch, watching Imnsvale's Spanish channel.
"You never told me you knew Spanish," Guy said.
"I don't," Steve replied.
"Hmm. Well, I think we ought to go check out this Selbane place."
"Seldane."
"Selbane, Seldane, it's all the same. Anyways, we'll have to drive."
"No biggie," Steve said, getting up and stretching.
"I'll start up the car," Guy said, going outside.

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OOC: Parallax Travel Methods!

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Guy had done all the driving to the Seldane state. "Interesting structures," Steve pointed out.
"So, this is Maayti," Guy mentioned, part of the map unfolded on his lap as he waited at a street light.
"Right...where to start."
"Try the commercial district," Steve mentioned, pointing out it's vague area.

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OOC: Parallax Travel Methods!

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Guy parked the nondescript compact sedan, walking the streets of the city looking for anything of interest.

They were met by shops selling various sundries and foodstuffs of no real interest. It wold be best not to mention the marriage, though, because that could turn these peaceful streets into a war-zone. They would have to be discreet and hear small talk between two Seldane.

"...knows where they ran off to?"

"Yeah, that's what I hear."

"Well, he's a marked man either way. If he does to either state, they will both be shot on sight, probably. I hope we finally get a reason to exterminate those Undine bastards. Them and their water-worship. Pathetic."

"It makes me sick."

Guy and Steve had been up and down the streets several times. They had even split up, and yet most of the sentiment was the same.

"We've got to find these two before someone-" Steve was interrupted.
"Slits their throats?" Guy said.
"Y-," he stammered. "Yes."
"Hmmm," Guy said, sitting down on a nearby bench.
Steve soon sat down as well. "Where next, then?"
"Hmmm...Lemurcepia Looma, I think."
"You mean Lupercelia Lemma?"
"Shut up."

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OOC: Parallax travel methods 3x!

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Lupercelia Lemma was an experience for both of the Secret Intelligence Service operatives, for Oglethorpia is a wholely human nation. In fact, the topic Elves is almost fully ignored by the populace of the nation, and so it was a shock to Guy and Steve to see so many Elves in one place. Or to see Elves at all.

Guy pulled the car up to a parking meter.
"Guy, do you have any money?" Steve asked.
"...well..." Guy stammered.
"You don't have any, do you?"
"Well, to put it plainly-"
"No."
"Yes."
"So you do have money?"
"No. I mean, I said yes to having no money."
"So you don't have any money."
"No."
"Dammit!"
"Okay, I have no money."
"Alright."
"Right."

Guy exited the car, Steve giving him a 'you're-a-fool' look for a second before they stopped a random passerby.
"Excuse me," Guy started. "Heard anything about those two Seldane and Undine folk that's got Imnsvale in an uproar?"

I'd like to help out, anyway I can. (Remember me? The Ruhrian Invitational Rally?)

"HAVE I HEARD ANYTHING?! Sheesh! Did you crawl from under a rock? Jeez."

He stormed off. The next passerby was more pleasant, and elven, to boot.

"Why, yes I have. You two must not watch the news much. I hear they went into the wilderness, and are in hiding to a great extent."

He had a much more pleasant voice, calm and soothing.

"Did you have any specific questions?"

I'd like to help out, anyway I can. (Remember me? The Ruhrian Invitational Rally?)

OOC: Yes, I do. And you can help, if you promise to stay in modern tech.

:cry: No Gundams? You too? :cry:

"Any more specifics?" Guy asked, not wanting to be too inquisitive on the subject.

"Well, word on the street is that they went off an hid in Shamwood, a forest about forty kilometers our of town. Of course, I don't put too much faith in that myself, because everyone and their cat would think to look there."

His voice grew more haunting, but very soft and gentle.

"Now, if you will excuse me, gentlemen, I must take my leave."

He walked off, sure of himself, regarding this event for what it was, the minute speck in the history of the world, which is no more than a minute speck itself. 'Twas the Elven philosophy.

"Hmmm," Guy said.
"We could call Bentley," Steve suggested.
"I left my cell phone in the car."
"I've got mine righ- no, I left mine in Tradesmeet."
"Well, then back to the car," Guy said, walking off.

And they arrived to an empty parking space, with a note strapped to the parking meter.

"This car had been towed the City Impound, on Eighteenth Street and Millionaire Boulevard. The fine is Eighteen Crellars, plus towing costs. Maybe you'll put the fifteen cents in the meter next time."

Bentley got in his car for the long drive to Dripstone, a city where it is easy to hide and there are bars where a legal transaction is a rare one. A port city about seven hours from Trademeet, and four of five from both Maayti and Ignae. Lupercelia Lemma was about fourteen hours away, on a good day. Thank the heavens for phones.

Dripstone. I HAD to go to Dripstone. Oh well. Sure to be a fun time.

Five and three-fourths of an hour later, he pulled up to the hotel where he was staying.

Huh, if I knew I was staying here, I wouldn't have broken so many traffic laws to get here.

He checked in and set up in his room, papers everywhere. Just as he flicked off the light, he heard this:

"Mmm, yes...mmmm...oh...MMM...OHHHH...YES.YES.YES!"

Goddamn paperthin walls.

This continued for forty-five minutes.

"Son of a bitch," Guy said not-so-quietly-to-himself.
"My sentiments exactly," Steve said. "I guess we'd better get walking."

Guy stood there as Steve already began walking, looking at the street signs around him.
"Where are you going?" Guy asked.
"To the Impound," Steve said.

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OOC: Parallax walking/travel 4x.

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"Happy Jack wasn't old but he was a man," Steve began singing.
"Stop it," Guy said looking at his surroundings.
"He lived in the sand at the Isle of Man."
"Dammit, I said stop it!"
"The kids would all sing, he would take the wrong key..."
"Shut up!"
"So they rode on his head on their furry donkey."
"Be quiet!"
Suddenly Steve picked up. "The kids couldn't hurt Jack, they tried and tried and tried-" and at that point, Guy gave him a not-so-kind hit to the gut.
"There we go."

It had been a good twenty minutes, and they had found their way to the impound. Only problem being that it was closed.

Guy proceeded to have some money exchanged, and they camped out the night at a local hotel. What a day, Guy McLellan thought to himself as he drifted to sleep.

Bentley dragged himself out of bed, and showered. He packed what he needed for the day and stepped out just as the hooker from the previous night's wrestling stepped out. She winked at him and walked off.

Hey! She likes me.

He walked along, past the front desk, out to his car.

Wait, they do that to everybody, don't they?

He drove off, down the local dive, to listen in on small talk. As he entered, he began to regret this.

"HEY, mate! What can I get you?"

"How 'bout Salrilian Brandy?"

"Great choice!"

Bentley say down, and sipped his brandy, and just listened to the people.

"So I hear they went off to the forest."

"I dunno, mate. I hear they cooked the whole thing up, just to pick a fight. Its happened before..."

You know, that might be right...

"Well, a Seldane and an Undine aren't the easiest things to hide."

"Where there's a will, there's a way."

An unknown Azdgari passed him by. An very strange sight in Dripstone, the Azdgari were master spacecraft builders and pilots. Not many live anywhere near Dripstone, so this was a strange sight indeed.

"Heh. Heeeeheee. Heehehehehehehehehehe. You, should..."

He began twitching violently. Not abnormal behavior for the Azdgari. Their brains process information at a much faster rate, and their reflexes are extraordinary.

"Heheheheheee. You should look in Pentamerous for the Azure one and the Xanthic one."

He walked off, still twitching, and almost stumbling over his steps.

The Azure one and the Xanthic one? Well, that can only mean one thing. Why did he tell me? What is his motive?

He picks up his phone.

"Hello, Guy? Time to take the train to Pentamerous."

"Right, Bentley," Guy said. "Will do. See you...whenever." He hung up the phone.
"Who was that," Steve asked, just waking up.
"Bentley. I guess he's got a lead for us."
"Right," Steve said, heading to the bathroom with a couple of staggers.

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OOC: Time-space continuum phenomenon warp x1.

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Guy had paid the fine and retrieved the car that night. They parked it at the train station and proceeded to purchase their tickets, soon on the train headed towards Pentamerous.
"Where is this place?" Steve asked as the train made it's final boarding call.
"Hell if I know," Guy said.

Bentley packed all of his things, checked out of the hotel, and winked at the hooker on the way out.

Ain't life grand?

He approached the train station for the 22 hour ride.

Almost an entire day at 220 kilometers an hour. Sheesh.

As he handed his ticket to the conductor, he realized it was the same Azdgari who talked to him in the bar. He took the ticket, and twitched on down the line.

Small world. Or a trap.

The train roared off, leaving Dripstone behind in record time. Bentley settled in, and read up on Pentamerous. It was a forest town, secluded to an extent. Elves outnumber humans, but the Miranu outnumber them both. The Miranu were a trading people, hold no grudges against anyone for any reason, accept all people, and are generally agreeable people. Ever so lightly lavender colored, they are always pleasant, even-tempered, and optimistic.

Guy was surprised to be woken up as he had just fallen asleep.
"We're here," Steve mentioned, unpacking the briefcase, taking a quick inspection of it, before closing it and beginning to exit the cab they had.
"Rightio," Guy said, sitting up and rubbing his eys.

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OOC: Space Time Continuum Manipulation x1.

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Guy and Steve took there first look at Pentamerous. They didn't expect it to be so green, more trees than Guy and Steve had seen in any Oglethorpian city.

"Where are we supposed to meet Bentley?" Steve asked.
"I'll give him a call," Guy said, calling Bentley.

"Hrm," he said.
"What?" Steve inquired.
"Have to leave a message."

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We're in Pentamerous. Where shall we meet?
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"Well, now to wait for him."

Bentley arrived, and descended off the platform into town.

Now, this is better than Dripstone

He approached a Miranu on the street.

"I heard some rumor that the Seldane and Undine couple came here, but how is that possible?"

The Miranu was a little bit puzzled, but smiled and replied back, "Well, maybe not 'the' couple, but there is an Undine and Seldane couple that are here. How is it possible you ask? They love each other. That makes anything possible, don't you think?"

"I suppose. Do you know where I could find them?"

"Certainly. But you'd have to ask the mayor first, You can go see him right now. Do you need directions?"

"No, that's alright."

"Good day to you!"

"And to you!"

He called Guy immediately. "Meet at the Mayor's house, on main street and Mirava Avenue."

"Right," Guy said. "See you there." He turned off the cellphone, placing it in his right pocket.
Steve had seated himself on a nearby bench, opening the briefcase and pulling out a map. "Two blocks down, three- no, four left. That should be where the Mayor's home is," Steve reported, neatly folding the map back up and arranging it with the other maps of Imnsvale that had been collected for their little jaunt.
"Aye," Guy said, already heading down the street.

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Guy and Steve waited.

Bentley walked up to them.

"Nice to meet you again. Someone told me the mayor knows where the couple are."

He opened the door to the house. Very spartan inside, but with an exquisite rug in the middle of the floor.

"What can I do for you gentlemen?"

"Someone told me you know where the Seldane and Undine couple are."

"Yes. Why do you ask?" He had a very soothing, unhurried voice.

"Well, I am here to protect them."

"They are very safe. And, what do they need protection from?"

"You haven't heard? They are almost starting a war between the Seldane and the Undine."

"Well, I assure you, they are most safe here. Would you like to stay for dinner?"

"Decision's up to you, Bentley," Guy said quietly to him.

He accepted the mayor's invitation, and they were all invited further in. They chatted for barely five minutes before the mayor's wife had finished cooking dinner. They all assembled around the table, Bentley, Guy, and Steve one one side, Mayor Tacuhmptia, and his wife. As they all sat down, the happy couple came out, holding hands. An Undine, and a Seldane, holding hands. Holding hands. This is like Joe McCarthy and Josef Stalin having a nice cup of tea together. They both sat down, and greeted everyone.

"Hello! And why might you be?"

"My name is Bentley, and this is Guy and Steve."

"We are pleased to meet you."

"Pleased to meet you," Guy said.
"Pleased to make your acquintance," Steve replied.

They all were sitting down, and Tacuhmptia lifted the lid off of the main course. Baked Yrro, and a decanter of Salrilian Brandy.

"Mmm, scrumptious!" Bentley had eaten this before, and Salrilian Brandy was divine.

Yrro is about the size of a medium turkey, vaguely lazuline in coloring, with tender, succulent meat. Highly prized.

The Mayor served everyone up a healthy portion, and included some green vegetables that were native to the area. The Mayor sat back down, and they all began to eat.

"So, Bentley, what is it that you do?"

"Well, to be honest, I am a government agent, sent to find you two, to protect them."

The couple looked at each other. The Mayor was unperturbed. Nothing bothers a Miranu much.

"Oh...my. What is it that we need protection from? We are safe here."

"Yes, you are fortunate to have come here. But I am to protect you from the Seldane State and the Undine State, because they may be at war any day now."

"Did we cause this?"

"Not entirely, no. It would have happened eventually, and we may still be able to stop it."

"Oh...goodness..."

"I am sorry."

"Well, then who are your friends?"

Guy managed to make himself a break between the delicious food.
"Of similar occupation with the Oglethorpian government. You could call Steve my partner, though we're of equal status in the service," Guy said.

"Oglethorpa, hmmm, I don't think I have ever heard of it. I must visit there, someday." Jinrai turned her face to stare into the blue face of her husband. They both smiled. Nothing could bring them down.

"But, you have picked a very good place to hide. We may have to stay in a hotel for as long as we need to, to make sure you are safe."

The Mayor piped up. "Hotel?! Nonsense! Stay here!"

Jinrai and Jhiaxus perked up. "Yes, please do."

"Well, what can I say to that?"

Bentley kept eating, and enjoying it all.

Guy enjoyed the food greatly. I sure hope these two end up safe through this whole ordeal...for them to be- Guy was being negative. If they did somehow die, to have them slip through his fingers, their fingers like that...it couldn't happen. He put the thoughts away as he soon finished his plate of food. "Delicious," he mentioned.

The Mayor cleaned up the table, and his wife asked, "Would you all like to retire to the guest room for tea or coffee?"

Bentley nodded. "Some Kennishire-style mint tea would be fantastic."

"Certainly!"

The Mayor cleaned up the table, and his wife asked, "Would you all like to retire to the guest room for tea or coffee?"

Bentley nodded. "Some Kennishire-style mint teal would be fantastic."

"Certainly!"

"Coffee's good," Guy said.
"Same," Steve agreed.

"Black? Cream? Sugar? Flavors?"

"Black," Guy said. He drank it to keep him awake.
"Cream and sugar's fine," Steve said, trusting the Mayor's judgement on coffee-mixing.

"As you wish."

She ran off and served them their coffee, and Bentley, his tea.

They all retired to the guest room. It seemed like they saved all the decorations in the house for this room. Lavish, comfortable chairs. Bentley sipped his tea.

"Wonderful! I can't thank you enough!"

"Thanks," Guy said. Steve just nodded at the Mayor's wife in acknowledgement. Guy would have to find some time to talk to Bentley about what his plan was concerning the couple; he didn't want to talk of it right in front of them, and so he just proceeded to drink his coffee.

And so the night passed. They made chit-chat for about an hour, and the Mayor showed them to their rooms, and the happy couple ducked off to their rooms. This was a rather enormous house by any means. The bedrooms were lavish, too. Four poster beds, one per person. Forest green blankets, sky blue sheets. Who would ever want to leave? There was a full-length mirror in the corner of each room, an armoire, and delicious toffee-colored carpet.

"Oh, my." Bentley was amazed at the expense that they hadn't spared.

Guy had now found some time to talk to Bentley away from the Mayor and the couple's ears.
"Bentley...do you have any plan concerning those two?" Guy asked.

"Well...no. I suppose we just stay here for a little bit, and then phone in tomorrow, and ask Master Ensor. The Master can authorize us leaving, or whatever is needed. Besides, do you really want to go back to Trademeet so soon?"

"Well...no. I suppose we just stay here for a little bit, and then phone in tomorrow, and ask Master Ensor. The Master can authorize us leaving, or whatever is needed. Besides, do you really want to go back to Trademeet so soon?"

"I'd like to take care of our business with the Seldane and Undine before we take off, unless your plans are different," Guy replied.

"But our business may already be finished... If it is decided that it is safe enough here for them, then that's how it is."

"Very well. We shall talk in the morning. Night, Bentley," Guy said as he walked to his room.

"Good night!" Bentley walked off, and disrobed. He donned the provided pajamas, and crawled under the sheets. He felt small in the bed, drowning in a sea of linen and cotton. He curled up and fell asleep very quickly.

Brendan Morrison and Selanna Ott were, for all intents and purposes, bounty hunters. They had met years earlier, both having been hired to bring in an escaped serial killer in Calcutta. Morrison was ex-Army, Kasrkin trained, and one of the best. Ott, however, was a rouge telepath, and though she had dyed her hair, wore coloured contacts and red lipstick, her bone-white skin was still a dead give away. They had been in Imnsavle for less then a day when they got the call to meet the representative who wanted to hire them. They could hardly refuse.

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He was a tall man, probably 6'2, and apparently one of the Seldane. He told them the simple truth. One of theirs had wed one of the Undine, and that both had to be brought in, for their own good. Morrion and Ott had worked dozens of cases like this, and didn't show much emapthy towards any of the couples they had hunted, no matter how in love they appeared. They were told that if they could be brought in before the end of the long weekend, that there would be a bonus. The contact also mentioned that they might find information on the couple in Dripstone, a common stop off point for the more... remote areas of Imnsvale. The reward for their capture was substantial, to say the least. With that, they left.

"Dripstone eh," Morrison commented as the small commercial airline flight neared Dripstone. "I'll check the airport, drinking holes, and the more common hostels. You take the trains and the motels. We'll meet up at the train station at 2200 to see what we've got. Alright?"

"Whatever you say." Selanna said blandly. "What colour are the Undine again?"

"Orangish."

"Good. Shouldn't be too hard to find someone who helped a person like that, or someone who'll remember seeing that."

"Sounds about right."

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Brendan Morrison and Selanna Ott were, for all intents and purposes, bounty hunters. They had met years earlier, both having been hired to bring in an escaped serial killer in Calcutta. Morrison was ex-Army, Kasrkin trained, and one of the best. Ott, however, was a rouge telepath, and though she had dyed her hair, wore coloured contacts and red lipstick, her bone-white skin was still a dead give away. They had been in Imnsavle for less then a day when they got the call to meet the representative who wanted to hire them. They could hardly refuse.

Just the spelling. The telepath is a stretch, but tis okay.

He was a tall man, probably 6'2, and apparently one of the Seldane. He told them the simple truth. One of theirs had wed one of the Undine, and that both had to be brought in, for their own good.

Okay. A Seldane would NEVER say that simply. They would go on a rant, and react with much suspicion and paranoia.

Morrion and Ott had worked dozens of cases like this, and didn't show much emapthy towards any of the couples they had hunted, no matter how in love they appeared. They were told that if they could be brought in before the end of the long weekend, that there would be a bonus. The contact also mentioned that they might find information on the couple in Dripstone, a common stop off point for the more... remote areas of Imnsvale. The reward for their capture was substantial, to say the least. With that, they left.

"Dripstone eh," Morrison commented as the small commercial airline flight neared Dripstone. "I'll check the airport, drinking holes, and the more common hostels. You take the trains and the motels. We'll meet up at the train station at 2200 to see what we've got. Alright?"

"Whatever you say." Selanna said blandly. "What colour are the Undine again?"

"Orangish."

"Good. Shouldn't be too hard to find someone who helped a person like that, or someone who'll remember seeing that."

"Sounds about right."

That's fine, no beef with that.

Just the spelling. The telepath is a stretch, but tis okay.

Yeah, well, she's no one big. The Navis dosen't train their best and brightest to be killers, which is what department she fell into. :)

Okay. A Seldane would NEVER say that simply. They would go on a rant, and react with much suspicion and paranoia.

Well, just assume thats a sumary of what was said. Being that I didn't invent the Seldane, I don't know what they would say. ;)

IC: They hadn't been in Dripstone long before Selanna came accross the Azdgari told them about the couple in Pentamerous. He seemed to be a little suspect, but when Morrison returned without any other leads, they hoped on the next train. They arrived just after three the next morning, to little fanfare and stiff necks from the poor sleeping arrangements. Before even bothing to look around, they checked into the hotel they booked. They caught a few more hours of sleep before the noise form the Saturday market woke them up. It was going to be an interesting day...

Maayti News Services
And the Undine witch and her friend, the Seldane traitor, have still not been located. We wish there were news of their execution, but, there is none to be found.

Ignae News Services
...But the Undine traitor and the Seldane accomplice still not have been found. Military buildup is still in progress, and we will be victorious.

Dripstone News Services
And, in minor news, the Seldane and Undine couple are still lost. Let's see what's going on in sports....

Lupercelia Lemma News Services
The Undine and Seldane couple are still out there, probably hiding.

Trademeet News Services
The Seldane and Undine story still has no economic value, so we won't waste your time with it.

Pentamerous News Services
We are saddened to hear that the Seldane and Undine couple still have not been officially found.

Guy awoke shortly after Steve; both exceptionally well rested. After showering they proceeded to rouse Bentley and briefly conference with him.

Guy knocked at his door, Steve busying himself with other tasks.

Bentley turned over, not wanting morning to come.

"Mmm...Give me a minute..."

Bentley turned over, not wanting morning to come.

"Mmm...Give me a minute..."

Guy knocked at the door once again. "Come on," he said almost-pleadingly.

"Uuh! Just a second! Sheesh."

He rolled over again.

Guy returned to his room, sitting on the bed, thinking about nothing in paticular.

The market was abuzz with happy shoppers, enjoying the Saturday morning air. While it was hectic, it was pleasent.

Brendon was up first, and was dressed and reassembling his firearm when Selanna was finally roused. Selanna got cleaned up a dressed quickly, but Brendon decided to save time he'd put her pistol back together while he waited. For bounty hunters, they weren't too heavily armed. A pair of automatic handguns between them, and a small SMG. They decided that dressing like civilians would be theri best bet, and Bredon donned a suit while Selanna found a nice blue dress. They had a mind to check out the market, as well as checking with authority figures, such as the police and mayor.

It was such a beautifull sunny day too.