- The world is earth, eternal, immobile.
"Always face the weak while standing beside the strong.
The former will either fall or improve,
and the latter will will remember your loyalty,
or be vulnerable to your sword."
- One of The Forty-Seven Sayings of Mekhem One Week Later...
Much has happened in the last week. News spread throughout the city that one of the most honored customs officals was found dead along side his wife and his mistress in an obvious love triangle gone terribly terribly bad. In the chaos that insued from his death his enemies among the Houses of Dahab are reported to have broken into his warehouse and stolen rare and valuable Senpent Artifacts that were awaiting his adminsitration. The City Guard was blamed for being unable to protect the relics for their guards were posted outside the relics, but still they went missing -- clearly there is coruption among the guard that runs rather deep. Who is to blame is a matter of rumors and speculations among the city, for there are several groups that would beneift from the capture of such a wealthy collection of gold and copper. One House of Dahab points fingers at another, and whispers of more sinister motives circulate among the 'right' crowds and the blackmarkets if you know who to speak to.
Few realize the truth of the matter, and even among those few fewer still understand the circumstances under which the crime was committed. While the city buzzes about this latest scandal a small collection of important agents find they have been praised for their work by their respective organizations. No one is the wiser as to exacatly who is to blame or commend on the events leading up to last week.
***
For a week you have laid low, doing as your told, honing your skills, and staying clear of the chaos that you helped to create. Last night you each seperately recieved a messanger who relayed the same message to you:
"Come to the Coffee House of Muhad'di tomorrow at the hour of dusk for your reward, and to learn how you might continue to serve. Bring only an open mind, and be prepaired to work with all manner to people for the good of the faction."
When the messanger is asked who sent the missive, he only answers, "The woman in white." Then he leaves.
***
The Coffee House of Muhadi'di is well known to most of you, is a small place on the southern end of Medinaat al'Salaam, the Jewel of the Desert, the City of Stories. It has terrible coffee, but excellent sugar dates, and even better privacy in the many back rooms. The hour nears when dusk will settle on the city, and one by one people begin to arrive in the small clay brick building.
First to arrive is a woman of foriegn decent, Asami by name. She is a Rokugani woman with a bald head, but a white cloth turban like head wrap that hides her tatooes there. Her chaftan is newly bought here in the city, and she makes some attempt to blend in with the local, but she does less of a good job as she might think. She already sits crosslegged on some cushions in the corner of the main chamber watching the door, and the beaded curtain of a nearby backroom. Is she perhaps "The White Woman"?
One by one you arrive...
