The explosion that rocked the market flooded the media outlets. It was scrambled over news bulletins and data links throughout the city. Rhy?Din was quite a wondrous place for that. Violence would happen daily, no matter how big or how small, and only the most important events would be blurted out in the news reports. There was honestly too much to report, unless something of this scale had happened. Casualties and injuries flooded local area hospitals. Witnesses were abundant, but there wasn?t any sign of who was behind the attack or what exactly happened. This tugged at Wolvinator?s conscience, and beckoned him to investigate.
He was at the market for quite some time, scanning over the wide open market with his tricorder. This action alone struck up a conversation with Anastas Iskandorj, a hired Security guard for the market. Wolvie talked to him for a few moments, and thought it to be odd; a Security guard for an entire market, one? single guard, and yet another explosion. This would have to take some further investigating. The readings showed the Admiral that the explosion occurred at 12:45pm by the eastern clock, at Eastern End of the Market by ?A Stitch in time?. The catalyst was gunpowder, Trinitrotoluene, better known to most as TNT. Wolvie had moved off from the conversation at this point, and off towards the Eastern end, that?s when the tricorder picked up something, something to the south.
Wolvinator made his way in that direction now; it was only the blip of something perhaps residual from the explosion earlier in the day. It was certainly foreign to the area, and as quickly as it appeared it faded. Peeking the man?s curiosity again he decided to investigate that phenomenon as well. It actually took him a few blocks south of the market, to a cluster of four shops.
The Exodii Enterprises. That was the name that caught Wolvinator?s attention as his gaze looked up to the sign. He had heard that name somewhere before, whispers in the inn, talks here and there. The tricorder then finally caught up with that blip from before, it seemed that it was dormant for the most part and not easy to pickup on sensors, and it seemed to be for good reason. What the tricorder had picked up, was an energy field of some sort that was blocking magics and of all things? transporter technology. It was a small field though, only fifty square feet. It was small enough to be undetectable but large enough to be effective.
Rounding the corner now, Wolvinator found four guardsmen in front of a large round structure. It had various writing on it, and was built as a giant circle. It wasn?t overly large, it wasn?t like a tractor trailer could just plow through here, but it was large enough for cargo and even small transports. Looking down at his tricorder again, Wolvie began to take a few more readings as one of the guards spoke up.
?Name?? It was asked in a processing tone, like this was a checkpoint or customs. The Admiral continued to gather readings while he glanced up at the guard. It looked like this was going to start a beautiful question and answer session.
He was at the market for quite some time, scanning over the wide open market with his tricorder. This action alone struck up a conversation with Anastas Iskandorj, a hired Security guard for the market. Wolvie talked to him for a few moments, and thought it to be odd; a Security guard for an entire market, one? single guard, and yet another explosion. This would have to take some further investigating. The readings showed the Admiral that the explosion occurred at 12:45pm by the eastern clock, at Eastern End of the Market by ?A Stitch in time?. The catalyst was gunpowder, Trinitrotoluene, better known to most as TNT. Wolvie had moved off from the conversation at this point, and off towards the Eastern end, that?s when the tricorder picked up something, something to the south.
Wolvinator made his way in that direction now; it was only the blip of something perhaps residual from the explosion earlier in the day. It was certainly foreign to the area, and as quickly as it appeared it faded. Peeking the man?s curiosity again he decided to investigate that phenomenon as well. It actually took him a few blocks south of the market, to a cluster of four shops.
The Exodii Enterprises. That was the name that caught Wolvinator?s attention as his gaze looked up to the sign. He had heard that name somewhere before, whispers in the inn, talks here and there. The tricorder then finally caught up with that blip from before, it seemed that it was dormant for the most part and not easy to pickup on sensors, and it seemed to be for good reason. What the tricorder had picked up, was an energy field of some sort that was blocking magics and of all things? transporter technology. It was a small field though, only fifty square feet. It was small enough to be undetectable but large enough to be effective.
Rounding the corner now, Wolvinator found four guardsmen in front of a large round structure. It had various writing on it, and was built as a giant circle. It wasn?t overly large, it wasn?t like a tractor trailer could just plow through here, but it was large enough for cargo and even small transports. Looking down at his tricorder again, Wolvie began to take a few more readings as one of the guards spoke up.
?Name?? It was asked in a processing tone, like this was a checkpoint or customs. The Admiral continued to gather readings while he glanced up at the guard. It looked like this was going to start a beautiful question and answer session.