The Fifth City - Chapter 1: The Gathering

[KirayaTiDrekan]

It is the year 1257 and this was the last of the Cities of Peace, The Fifth City, located deep in neutral waters. It was a port of call for refugees, smugglers, businessmen, diplomats, and travelers from hundreds of islands. It could be a dangerous place, but it was the last, best hope for peace. The Fifth City was a dream given form, a dream of an ocean without war, when species from different islands could live side-by-side in mutual respect. The Fifth City was the last of the Cities of Peace. This is its story.

The black outfits and gloves were, of course, a dead give away. Corps of Magi. Two of them entered the Chief Constable's office, followed by a giant of a human. The male Mage was relatively normally attired for the Corps. The woman, on the other hand, was dressed flamboyantly for a mage, with a form-fitting dress and corset adding flair and style rarely seen in a Mage. Felix is the only officer on shift at the moment as the Constable, Garrus, is at a meeting with the Island's Governor, Lord Clarion. Plenty of enlisted guards were available, of course, should things get...interesting. Per the Fifth City's regulations, members of the Corps of Magi were required to register with the Constable's office within a day of arriving in the city. As for the giant...his reason for being here was a mystery.

Marcus and Amisi had arrived together on a Corps of Magi special transport. Marcus had been assigned by the Corps to be the Fifth City's magical adjunct to the Constabulary. The papers informing the Constable of the assignment currently rested in Marcus' gloved hand. Amisi had been sent along for reasons not disclosed to Marcus. What she knew and he did not was that Amisi had been given a rather cushy assignment as the commercial Mage for the Fifth City, a posting normally reserved for higher ranking Magi. But, as the city didn't have any higher ranking Magi in residence, a certain someone had pulled a couple of strings...and here she was. Commercial Magi worked for anyone who could afford their fees, usually merchants looking for magical support during trade negotiations. The constabulary or the Governor himself could hire her services as well but she was not beholden to them as Marcus was.

Korgon had followed the beautiful woman he'd spotted in the market square to the constable's office where a lean and wiry young member of the constabulary was positioned behind a desk. Felix noted the presence of a dozen or so guards tending to their duties.

 

[Fenris]

Korgon had to pull up short as he entered the building. He hadn't expected the woman to be right there, or that there would be any one else. He hadn't gotten a long look at her, but now that he did, she was more beautiful than he had at first thought. He knew what the black outfit meant, and did not care. He barely noticed the other mage until he almost bumped into him. He looks to the man at the desk, watches the eyes flick down the hall to the other guards. Korgon smiles, he knew the man's thoughts. He also knew that these men would engage him if needed, but they wouldn't like it. He had been a drunken brawl at a bar once. The guard had been called. Then reinforcements, then more reinforcements. There is still some debate over whether the guards stopped him, or he just stopped fighting. Many of the guards who patrolled the docks knew him, or of him at least. He did not usually cause problems, he most often stopped them. His attention shifted back to the woman. She had papers in her hand, so did the other mage. Korgon had no papers, but he wasn't going to leave before the woman. So he folded his arms, leaned against the wall and waited, his trademark grin on his face.

 

[Queenie]

Amisi confidently walked up to the counter with a little bounce in her step, flashing her dazzling smile.

"Good morning," she said sweetly to the man behind the counter, "I am here to check in. Am I in the correct place? I believe this gentleman," she nodded her head towards Marcus, "Is here to do the same. At least I think he is."

With that she took a look around the room, at all the extra guards sitting about. I hope my own job won't be as boring as that, she thought to herself. Her eyes fell on the very tall man up against the wall, grinning. I wonder if he's here because he is in trouble. She laughed to herself, He definitely has the look of trouble about him.

She pulled her gaze from the tall man and back to the young man behind the counter, waiting for his response.

 

[Scott DeWar]

Marcus Stiles XIII

The human clad in black cloth glances to the guards to assess their readiness, the looks to the tall feller who just walked up.

'No papers' he thinks to himself. 'What is he up to?'
"Marcus Stiles XIII, reporting for duty, Sir." His words are bland, not cold, just bland, strangely flavorless compared to the quite, well, interesting number next to him checking in.

But to be polite nods to the other two and says, "Mam, Sir.". He still keeps his eyes open.

 

[Fenris]

Korgon stays leaning against the wall, but when the woman looks at him his grin forms into a full smile at her, that slides back into a grin as she returns her gaze to the table. When the man in black addresses him he inclines his head in acknowledgement.

 

[Queenie]

The tall raven haired girl quickly looks to the tall man again over her shoulder but turns back to Marcus. She gracefully extends her hand to him and smiles. "Amisi," she says sweetly, "A pleasure to meet you Marcus. Perhaps one day we'll be working together. Isn't this exciting?"

 

[Scott DeWar]

The black clad mage takes her hand, her palm down, his up, and gently touches his lips to her hand. Purely as a gentleman, nothing more.

"Charmed and honored" His words are warm and genuine, but his actions seem cold and mechanized. "I hope to see some action. And yes, it seems exciting"

 

[Fenris]

The black clad mage takes her hand, her palm down, his up, and gently touches his lips to her hand. Purely as a gentleman, nothing more.

"Charmed and honored" His words are warm and genuine, but his actions seem cold and mechanized. "I hope to see some action. And yes, it seems exciting"

From behind the two mages a deep growl says "Yeah, you seem real enthused". The giant is still leaning against the wall, the same unnerving grin on his face.

 

[Queenie]

Amisi tries not to laugh as she pulls her hand slowly away from Marcus. She turns and meets the eyes of the tall blond. Her smile widens, "And you are?"

 

[Fenris]

Amisi tries not to laugh as she pulls her hand slowly away from Marcus. She turns and meets the eyes of the tall blond. Her smile widens, "And you are?"

The blond giant finally straightens up from the wall, seeming all the larger now that he is standing to his full height. He steps forward, he grin becoming wider. He stops and bows low before her "Korgon Wolfgrin at your service milady" he says before he straightens up still grinning.