When the floating bits of rubble coasted downwards and re-settled upon the terrafirma the restoration of Elbion was able to begin in earnest. It had been a tumultuous time. Chaos and panic had stretched the Gendarmerie thin. It’d led to an explosion of crime and now that the populace wasn’t floating in the air the residents of Elbion had a lot of decision making to do.
No surprise that some packed up and left. Most stayed though, choosing to rebuild their homes alongside the Cairou River. And the scum of Arethil saw only one thing as Elbion began to limp back to life.
Opportunity.
The Marte Cartel had always had its hooks into the town guard, had always peddled its filth through the Quarterfell. So many of her fellow Gardes were on the take, made it feel impossible to keep your nose clean but she’d somehow done it. It only got harder as the front businesses of the Marte Cartel were financing “public works” projects and building restorations in the poorest parts of Elbion.
As a garde Syretia had to simply avert her gaze to all of it, hold her nose so as not to break the unspoken rule every policing force had. You didn’t snitch on another cop, no matter how dirty they were. It was why she was so nervous to inform the Captain of the huge score she’d stumbled upon. Syretia knew a few other gardes had to be aware of it but they just couldn’t bring themselves to betray their criminal financiers.
Luckily, the Captain had recognized her gumption and now… well now she was a full fledged gendarme.
She’d be investigating crimes. Really making a difference. They’d told her she’d be partnered with one of the best. A veteran of the force, someone she could trust. They’d really been insistent about following his every order.
Was just a shame her first case with her new partner involved a murder at an outdoor noodle bar. Didn’t seem quite as glamorous as she’d hope but justice had to start somewhere. The Quarterfell deserved to have every foul murderer brought to account for their crimes.
For now, though, she had business to attend to and before approaching the noodle kiosk she was to meet her new partner. Just a block away from the crime scene. She stood there in the open, eagerly awaiting his arrival.
No surprise that some packed up and left. Most stayed though, choosing to rebuild their homes alongside the Cairou River. And the scum of Arethil saw only one thing as Elbion began to limp back to life.
Opportunity.
The Marte Cartel had always had its hooks into the town guard, had always peddled its filth through the Quarterfell. So many of her fellow Gardes were on the take, made it feel impossible to keep your nose clean but she’d somehow done it. It only got harder as the front businesses of the Marte Cartel were financing “public works” projects and building restorations in the poorest parts of Elbion.
As a garde Syretia had to simply avert her gaze to all of it, hold her nose so as not to break the unspoken rule every policing force had. You didn’t snitch on another cop, no matter how dirty they were. It was why she was so nervous to inform the Captain of the huge score she’d stumbled upon. Syretia knew a few other gardes had to be aware of it but they just couldn’t bring themselves to betray their criminal financiers.
Luckily, the Captain had recognized her gumption and now… well now she was a full fledged gendarme.
She’d be investigating crimes. Really making a difference. They’d told her she’d be partnered with one of the best. A veteran of the force, someone she could trust. They’d really been insistent about following his every order.
Was just a shame her first case with her new partner involved a murder at an outdoor noodle bar. Didn’t seem quite as glamorous as she’d hope but justice had to start somewhere. The Quarterfell deserved to have every foul murderer brought to account for their crimes.
For now, though, she had business to attend to and before approaching the noodle kiosk she was to meet her new partner. Just a block away from the crime scene. She stood there in the open, eagerly awaiting his arrival.