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Altera had always been a place of beauty. Untouched by the ravages of war or the threat of Pirates, the city had maintained something of an accord with nearly everyone who might offer it any threat. Situated on the western expanse of Cortos itself, the city was a hub of trade, maintaining its peace for one reason and one reason alone; the unique seaweed which grew within its waters.
Built within the ancient crater of a volcano, the unique mixture of nutrient rich soil and high altitude created a strange plant which when properly processed created an intensely useful medicinal cure.
The value of this could not be understated, and the cure was used nearly around the world. Shipped to Alliria, Elbion, and even far away places such as Tyr. It was through this drug that Altera managed to keep itself free. Threatening to either destroy the seaweed itself if invasion came, or simply stop it's production permanently.
It was an ultimatum that none had chosen to yet challenge.
Until now.
With war in the east brewing, Altera had chosen a side. Deciding that they would no longer supply their famed medicines to the people of Vel Anir. A fact which the new Republic could not stand. The question of course came in what to do about it, which was why Naser now found himself laying across a bed of crates as his peers discussed their murderous plans.
He played with a coin, slowly rolling it back and forth over his knuckles and occasionally letting it fall only to quick snap it back up.
Their mission was a simple one; Kill the Doge of Altera and ensure that the replacement was one who saw Vel Anir in a favorable way. Their candidates had already been chosen by the people back home, and all the Initiate's had to do was figure out how to kill the man currently in charge. Why was it up to them? Simple. They were no Dreadlords, and if caught could easily be disavowed.
A fact which had been made startingly clear to them. "Won't work."
Nas called out to his companions as one of them suggested going over the walls of the Central Palace.
"Saw it on the way in, walls are warded." He'd seen the brief flash of it, an 'attempt' of someone who'd had the near urge to jump over. The sight had allowed him to peek into the possibility...and it had not ended well. Half of him had been glad not to see the smoking corpse that would have resulted. Though the other half thought it might have brought some much needed spark to their painfully droll stroll through the city. "We should find another way in."
The Initiate said, flipping the coin once more, but offering no actual suggestion of his own.
Built within the ancient crater of a volcano, the unique mixture of nutrient rich soil and high altitude created a strange plant which when properly processed created an intensely useful medicinal cure.
The value of this could not be understated, and the cure was used nearly around the world. Shipped to Alliria, Elbion, and even far away places such as Tyr. It was through this drug that Altera managed to keep itself free. Threatening to either destroy the seaweed itself if invasion came, or simply stop it's production permanently.
It was an ultimatum that none had chosen to yet challenge.
Until now.
With war in the east brewing, Altera had chosen a side. Deciding that they would no longer supply their famed medicines to the people of Vel Anir. A fact which the new Republic could not stand. The question of course came in what to do about it, which was why Naser now found himself laying across a bed of crates as his peers discussed their murderous plans.
He played with a coin, slowly rolling it back and forth over his knuckles and occasionally letting it fall only to quick snap it back up.
Their mission was a simple one; Kill the Doge of Altera and ensure that the replacement was one who saw Vel Anir in a favorable way. Their candidates had already been chosen by the people back home, and all the Initiate's had to do was figure out how to kill the man currently in charge. Why was it up to them? Simple. They were no Dreadlords, and if caught could easily be disavowed.
A fact which had been made startingly clear to them. "Won't work."
Nas called out to his companions as one of them suggested going over the walls of the Central Palace.
"Saw it on the way in, walls are warded." He'd seen the brief flash of it, an 'attempt' of someone who'd had the near urge to jump over. The sight had allowed him to peek into the possibility...and it had not ended well. Half of him had been glad not to see the smoking corpse that would have resulted. Though the other half thought it might have brought some much needed spark to their painfully droll stroll through the city. "We should find another way in."
The Initiate said, flipping the coin once more, but offering no actual suggestion of his own.
