Topic: A Most Disturbing Notice

LordTravanix

Date: 2007-04-08 01:49 EST
In the early hours of April 7th, a fire set caused considerable damage to a warehouse in northern WestEnd, one known for slavers conducting business in.

Witnesses suspect the fire was set purposefully by an unidentified female and male to distract while they stole the slaves locked away in the warehouse. The fire itself was said to have caused at least 125,000 silvers worth of damage and loss of property.

No one was harmed in the fire, though some suffered minor injuries at the hands of the unidentified female and male. One was reported dead, the cause being a gun shot wound.

No description of the unidentified male could be obtained, aside from being "elderly", but the female was described by one witness as being "short and small framed, with short dark hair, with really light blue eyes."

Authorities are "searching for the suspects" and "encourage any with information regarding the possible arson and murder to step forward".

All or Nothing

The local authority reported to the Dark Warrior a few hours after the fire was disbursed, and the body of his associate slaver was found. When inquiring, the bodies of the girls were gone and they were looking into the fire as arson. The dark warrior frowned as he walked back towards the bar.

"You do not know what happened to them, and cannot find them, is that what I am to believe?"

The officer nodded and applogized saying he believes they were taken.

"Do what you can to find them. There were 27 slaves stored in that warehouse scheduled to depart in a few days off world. I expect them to be found, or I expect to be compensated for your incomptatance!"

The officer applogized again and departed.

The Dark Warrior simply fumed a moment about being out the money the proposed sale would bring him.

LordTravanix

Date: 2007-04-14 17:57 EST
It had been several days since the local offical notified him of the destruction of his warehouse and theft of his slaves. To date, none have been returned, and no one has been taken into custady.

It was annoying to the form as he sat at his lunch, caressing the head of the girl that served him, lucy, he recalls. He threw the reports to the edge of the table, scaring the girl slightly, but she recovered quickly when she realized it was not her he was angry with.

He stood, slipping out of the private booth, and moved past the girl who quickly fell into step with him as he stepped out. After exiting the inn, he made way for the market place.