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[Blade Master Model 42]

"Well, I'm just glad everyone's alright. I just wish that I'd reached the battle sooner."

[F.O.E.]

"Really??" She reached up and gave his ears just one more rub.

"Really."

"I'm part of the militia assigned to this part--you could help by tagging along with me and the others here, acting as security or just aiding us along the way just as you did before. I'd be happy to be with someone of a kind heart (pay included). Or help the townsfolk here learn to protect themselves; Meles may need more able hands, as I've a feeling we'll be reassigned soon given the recent commotion."

She smiled as she looked at the rest--everyone was alright (sans some of the invaders). Then a thought hit her.

"Though we could use the initiative now and find out where these ruffians came from. They're all well-equipped for a raiding party. Maybe they've a camp nearby?"

((use your mug tir :v))

"Unfortunately, that decision isn't mine to make. And if I remember correctly, I believe my captain said we were going to stick around here for a while as trainers and guards. If what you say is true, we probably won't see each other for quite some time, so I'll wish you safe travels now."

As you chat amongst one another the citizens slowly file back into the square and return to their daily lives -some begin cleaning up the dead bodies as it is their job- more than used to the raids and their aftermath. Once it is clear peace has returned, however momentary it is, you head back to headquarters with your two prospective members. However once there you are informed by your commander's secretary that he is away, apparently called away to a meeting with the mayor to discuss the state of affairs in Meles and that he likely won't be back until tomorrow. Luckily, the potentials are allowed to stay the night in the barracks rather than being forced to room at the inn.

Chapter 1: Decision Point

The night passes quickly and soon enough morning arrives, prompting you and your guests awake. You go about your daily preparations and report to your commander for the daily briefing while your guests wait outside; however, the normally boisterous and relatively relaxed Commander Carne now wears a grim expression on his face and is pacing around the room. He continues pacing for about another minute before realizing that he has company.

"My apologies for not seeing you there, I have a lot on my mind." He sighs and shakes his head before continuing. "Due to our recent performance in repelling Sanctuarian raids we're being reassigned to somewhere on the western coast near the Sanctuarian border. It's not necessarily a bad thing, it means we've been noticed for our skill, but at the same time it means we'll be in even more danger. Sanctuary has started sending large parties out past the forest lead by the High Inquisitor Lector Domini and his sons. The higher ups don't know why, but fear they are preparing an invasion force."

"We're scheduled to leave today as soon as we're ready. Any questions? I'll be glad to answer any that you have." If only to delay our departure a small bit.

[Blade Master Model 42]

Cyryl remained tight lipped. If Sanctuary wanted a war, he was prepared to oblige.

[Caellath]

"Who will defend the townspeople in our absence?"

[F.O.E.]

"Some of the mercenaries are staying here and a detachment of recruits are to be stationed here in the next few days. All in addition to the agents already stationed here and the militia of course."

[Caellath]

"No more questions on my part." Aenbarr sounded satisfied enough.

[Twinwolf]

Hanna has no questions, and is therefore silent.

[Caellath]

"We do have prospective new members." No one seemed interested in introducing the new blood, so Aenbarr did it, gesturing vaguely towards the outside. "Larini is a Bael and Isaac is a Mauthe Doog; both were of great value during our last defense of the townspeople."

[F.O.E.]

Rydell inwardly frowned at how easily his subordinates were satisfied, even if there wasn't much more than that to question.

"Well, if no one has any more questions we'll begin preparations for departure..."

And then Aenbarr spoke up, a saving grace.

"Oh do we now?" He turned towards his secretary. "Do let them in won't you?"

After a few short seconds and the click of the lock, the door was opened and in stepped three figures; the two mentioned by Aenbarr and a fiery haired newcomer.

"I count three not two Aenbarr. Did you forget someone?"

Before the centaur could speak up the secretary answered. "The third is another new arrival, possessing a great... passion for ending (monster) persecution. It was decided she would join our group for that reason."

"Oh. Do introduce yourselves then."

//Saragosd Jossamieress can now post!

[Blade Master Model 42]

As Saragosd entered the room, Cyryl stood up a little straighter, and subtly angled his chin out.

[fillipk]

"I would say I'm Saragosd Jossamieress,and I heard of this little band, shame I was to late to help out with the fight."

[Haspen]

"Sss, sss! Tee-hee. Even more variety in the group!" Andala seemed more than delighted.

[fillipk]

"Bah, I should have known humans would be so ignorant, we naga don't slither our s."

[Blade Master Model 42]

Cyryl stifled a snicker at Andala's fumble. She meant no offense, Cyryl knew, but it was still kind of funny seeing her reprimanded.

[Caellath]

"Pleased to meet you, Saragosd. I'm Aenbarr Creidhne Mawr." The Tarvos wasn't too happy about being out of his natural quadruped form just to eat breakfast, though he didn't complain out loud.