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<blockquote data-quote="KahlessNestor" data-source="post: 6969369" data-attributes="member: 6801311"><p>Fossice/Central Market</p><p>Late morning</p><p>Round 0</p><p></p><p></p><p>Magdalena’s hands trembled as she opened the letter once more. The flowing script was so familiar. She had only one letter from her Romeo, written during the one, brief, passionate week they had spent together, but it had poured out his love for her in a similar flowing script.</p><p></p><p></p><p>How had he found her? She had not told him what she was, the special place she held in the church. The Magdalena was not an institution the church advertised or acknowledged. No one below the level of a bishop knew of her, and even then many heard only tales and rumors in passing.</p><p></p><p></p><p>But this letter could not have actually come from the Church, despite the sacred seal. Her fingers traced over the name at the top. Juliet Montague. A name she had known worn for eight years, since she was taken from her parents and invested with the holy power of the Maker.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Except for one week, two years ago, when she escaped her responsibilities and training and lived like a normal person on the streets of Fossice.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Well, as normal as a girl with no money and no family could live, meaning not well, until she met Romeo.</p><p></p><p></p><p>The Magdalena pulled out a small, multicolored stone disk and rubbed it with her thumb. It was the last thing she had of Romeo, his little lucky charm, he’d called it, until the luck had worn off and they had run afoul of a pack of wererats in the city’s sewers. That fateful day had led to their separation and her return to her duties.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Magdalena ran her glove over her blue eyes, the leather soaking up the tears that threatened to fall. She read the request in the letter again. Find a girl named Arcata and get her out of the city. There was a very vague description, blonde and fair. That could help. There were few blondes in Fossice or Ulivo. Was she a foreigner? But no, it said she was from a noble family. Magdalena knew the family name, but little else. How was she to find the girl? It said she had run afoul of the Guild Arcana. So those were two leads, the mage hunter supposed, the girl’s family and the Guild.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Magdalena sighed. She hated dealing with the Guild. They were often just as dangerous as the magic users she hunted, but they hid behind the facade of a piece of legal fiction. What had this girl done to raise their ire?</p><p></p><p></p><p>The Magdalena’s musings were interrupted by the cry of the town herald on his box in the central market announcing a break-in at the Old Tower and its sequestration and the lockdown of the city. Well, that was concerning. There was a lot of dangerous magic kept locked away in the tower, and the lockdown would make getting this girl out of town difficult.</p><p></p><p></p><p>But one step at a time. She had to find the girl first. And what if the Church asked her to look into the incident at the Tower? That would take time away from finding the girl.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Well, they hadn’t asked her yet, so she might as well get started on the girl. Magdalena tucked the letter away in her belt pouch and pulled up the hood of her cloak. She didn’t normally like to operate when this many people were about. If trouble started, there was too much collateral damage around if magic started being thrown. And a woman dressed in armor and carrying weapons often got stares, at least in the Central Market. Down by the docks was often another story.</p><p></p><p></p><p>The people weren’t taking the lockdown of the city well, and the marketplace was in a near riot. Magdalena decided to start with the Guild Arcane. It was in the city, and the girl’s family likely was out on estates over the mountains. That would necessitate a trip of at least a day, and somehow getting out of the city. She might be able to ask around and see what concerns the family had within the city and make contact that way. In either case, the Guild Hall in Harborside would be the place for both lines of inquiry.</p><p></p><p></p><p>[sblock=Ministats]</p><p>AC: 16 (chainmail)</p><p>HP: 28/28 HD: 3/3d10</p><p>Divine Sense (3/LR)</p><p>Lay on Hands 15/15</p><p>Channel Divinity (1/R)</p><p> Abjure Enemy</p><p> Vow of Enmity</p><p>Prepared Spells:</p><p>1st: (Bane, Hunter’s Mark), Cure Wounds, Detect Magic, Shield of Faith</p><p></p><p></p><p>Spell Slots Remaining/Total</p><p>1st: 3/3</p><p>[/sblock]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="KahlessNestor, post: 6969369, member: 6801311"] Fossice/Central Market Late morning Round 0 Magdalena’s hands trembled as she opened the letter once more. The flowing script was so familiar. She had only one letter from her Romeo, written during the one, brief, passionate week they had spent together, but it had poured out his love for her in a similar flowing script. How had he found her? She had not told him what she was, the special place she held in the church. The Magdalena was not an institution the church advertised or acknowledged. No one below the level of a bishop knew of her, and even then many heard only tales and rumors in passing. But this letter could not have actually come from the Church, despite the sacred seal. Her fingers traced over the name at the top. Juliet Montague. A name she had known worn for eight years, since she was taken from her parents and invested with the holy power of the Maker. Except for one week, two years ago, when she escaped her responsibilities and training and lived like a normal person on the streets of Fossice. Well, as normal as a girl with no money and no family could live, meaning not well, until she met Romeo. The Magdalena pulled out a small, multicolored stone disk and rubbed it with her thumb. It was the last thing she had of Romeo, his little lucky charm, he’d called it, until the luck had worn off and they had run afoul of a pack of wererats in the city’s sewers. That fateful day had led to their separation and her return to her duties. Magdalena ran her glove over her blue eyes, the leather soaking up the tears that threatened to fall. She read the request in the letter again. Find a girl named Arcata and get her out of the city. There was a very vague description, blonde and fair. That could help. There were few blondes in Fossice or Ulivo. Was she a foreigner? But no, it said she was from a noble family. Magdalena knew the family name, but little else. How was she to find the girl? It said she had run afoul of the Guild Arcana. So those were two leads, the mage hunter supposed, the girl’s family and the Guild. Magdalena sighed. She hated dealing with the Guild. They were often just as dangerous as the magic users she hunted, but they hid behind the facade of a piece of legal fiction. What had this girl done to raise their ire? The Magdalena’s musings were interrupted by the cry of the town herald on his box in the central market announcing a break-in at the Old Tower and its sequestration and the lockdown of the city. Well, that was concerning. There was a lot of dangerous magic kept locked away in the tower, and the lockdown would make getting this girl out of town difficult. But one step at a time. She had to find the girl first. And what if the Church asked her to look into the incident at the Tower? That would take time away from finding the girl. Well, they hadn’t asked her yet, so she might as well get started on the girl. Magdalena tucked the letter away in her belt pouch and pulled up the hood of her cloak. She didn’t normally like to operate when this many people were about. If trouble started, there was too much collateral damage around if magic started being thrown. And a woman dressed in armor and carrying weapons often got stares, at least in the Central Market. Down by the docks was often another story. The people weren’t taking the lockdown of the city well, and the marketplace was in a near riot. Magdalena decided to start with the Guild Arcane. It was in the city, and the girl’s family likely was out on estates over the mountains. That would necessitate a trip of at least a day, and somehow getting out of the city. She might be able to ask around and see what concerns the family had within the city and make contact that way. In either case, the Guild Hall in Harborside would be the place for both lines of inquiry. [sblock=Ministats] AC: 16 (chainmail) HP: 28/28 HD: 3/3d10 Divine Sense (3/LR) Lay on Hands 15/15 Channel Divinity (1/R) Abjure Enemy Vow of Enmity Prepared Spells: 1st: (Bane, Hunter’s Mark), Cure Wounds, Detect Magic, Shield of Faith Spell Slots Remaining/Total 1st: 3/3 [/sblock] [/QUOTE]
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