Vel Anir - Outer Slums
It had been raining for two days straight now, never letting up even briefly.
Some called it the Cortosi downpour, an annual storm that was often hailed by farmers as the reason they could grow anything at all. Talus had no idea about that of course, he wasn't a farmer, but he'd never much minded the rain himself. Anirian climate meant that even the worst storms were never really cold, and it was easier to sleep with the sound of falling rain.
Of course, on this night it wasn't helping anything.
The muck he found himself trudging through on the Slums outside of Vel Anir seemed to have grown a foot deep. Wooden planks had been placed down, but it was clear the efforts were half hearted.
Out here the grandeur of Vel Anir didn't seem to flow quite as freely. Those who lived outside the Walls didn't have the money to build true roads, barely holding enough together to afford a roof. The Houses weren't inclined to help either, mostly because a large portion of the residents were either forgotten about, or not 'true Anirian'.
Talus never cared much about that, half-breeds and even other species didn't bother him, but it did some others.
That was why he was out here. Tonight had seen the fifth murder of non-human, all of them killed in the exact same way, all found with a strange symbol carved into their forehead. Normally Talus wouldn't have cared about that either, but he was a Guardsmen now, and that meant he had to care. The Eastern Army was the Garrison of Vel Anir, but they were also a police force of sorts.
Talus and a detachment of the men he trained with had been here meeting with General Aldwaith when news of this killing had gotten out. The General had gotten nowhere with his investigation, so Talus had offered to help.
That was why he and the others were here, why as he turned the corner into the alleyway he found the others already waiting. "What have we got?"
He asked, his voice stern as always.
It had been raining for two days straight now, never letting up even briefly.
Some called it the Cortosi downpour, an annual storm that was often hailed by farmers as the reason they could grow anything at all. Talus had no idea about that of course, he wasn't a farmer, but he'd never much minded the rain himself. Anirian climate meant that even the worst storms were never really cold, and it was easier to sleep with the sound of falling rain.
Of course, on this night it wasn't helping anything.
The muck he found himself trudging through on the Slums outside of Vel Anir seemed to have grown a foot deep. Wooden planks had been placed down, but it was clear the efforts were half hearted.
Out here the grandeur of Vel Anir didn't seem to flow quite as freely. Those who lived outside the Walls didn't have the money to build true roads, barely holding enough together to afford a roof. The Houses weren't inclined to help either, mostly because a large portion of the residents were either forgotten about, or not 'true Anirian'.
Talus never cared much about that, half-breeds and even other species didn't bother him, but it did some others.
That was why he was out here. Tonight had seen the fifth murder of non-human, all of them killed in the exact same way, all found with a strange symbol carved into their forehead. Normally Talus wouldn't have cared about that either, but he was a Guardsmen now, and that meant he had to care. The Eastern Army was the Garrison of Vel Anir, but they were also a police force of sorts.
Talus and a detachment of the men he trained with had been here meeting with General Aldwaith when news of this killing had gotten out. The General had gotten nowhere with his investigation, so Talus had offered to help.
That was why he and the others were here, why as he turned the corner into the alleyway he found the others already waiting. "What have we got?"
He asked, his voice stern as always.