Snippet #2385993

The Valeish


Secret Meeting

The small group watched as the one they have summoned, appeared. And of course the Sacriran was tense, and prepared for attack. Even alone they so foolishly allow themselves to become victimized. Yet, this was a meeting of business not war. As they small group of Valeish watched Abnersa there hands near weapons themselves if needed. When a cloaked Valeish stood out above the group.

"Welcome Abnersa, I presume?" The Valeish spoke in a whimsical tone. "There is no requirement for such defensiveness, you are safe here." The Valeish spoke. "I understand you must be horribly confused as to why, we called for you." The Valeish spoke as he begun to pace. "Well the matter is quite simple really." "I understand you hate us and well, we don't much care for you either, but," The cloaked Valeish paused in both is speech and movement, "It doesn't mean we cannot benefit from each other." He spoke. "We have something that should be of great interest towards you Abnersa." "For we have the very documents that will decide the future of your war efforts." "Remember what happened at the High Court?" "When this Hanryyt, appeared and presented documents to some of our people." "Well these documents have very, very important details, internal, private details, and if they happened to end up in the hands of the, West Consul, your war effort will be...ceased." He spoke.

"Now why am I telling you this?" "It's because I am willing to be professional here, and assist you." The Valeish man spoke. "I ask of you to act the same, as I am here to give you a proposition." The Valeish man then paused.
"We are on the verge of collapse, we the Expellers, and all of our efforts will end, unless the Sacrirans leave of their own accord." "What I ask you is this," he then paused, "Convince your people to leave our lands forever, and I will present to you these documents to do with as you wish." The Valeish man offered. "You will receive them once the last Sacriran exits this land." "If you fail to cooperate with us or do anything to betray us, then we will mail these documents to the West Consul and your efforts will be in vain." The Valeish man warned. "Do we have a deal?" The Valeish man asked as he held out his hand for a confirming handshake.


The Town of Trisinad

The Valeish were going about their daily routines that day. Blissfully unaware of the world beyond the mountain walls of the valley. The town is rather sleepy, as activity is dull and slow in the town of Trisinad. Everyone stuck in a mundane cycle. Despite the exciting news going on at the White Capitol, the Valeish at Trisinad are not lucky to have such riot. That was until one unsuspecting woman looked up at the sky. Her blood curdling scream was heard by those around her as Valeish of all shapes and sizes looked up to see the aircraft. They stared in awe as some ran for their homes. A Valeish Constable ran to the scene. "What's going on?!" He asked. The people pointed and with speed from for the Constable's Office. "Sirs!" "We have a situation!" The entirety of the Trisinad police force came running to see this spectacle.

Unsure of what to do the Shrievalty or Sheriff of the town asked for a courier. One such came and the Sheriff asked to bring word to the city of Bristiel and tell the Municipal Mayor to send word to the capitol. The courier rode by his horse for Bristiel from there word will be sent to King Telondris in Kelzekia. In the mean time the Valeish stared in a mixture of awe, horror, and suspicion. They were not sure what may happen.


Kolson Wells-Sacriran Tea Shop

After the handshake Marilaiku asked if she could sit at the table. Then Kolson looked towards her and spoke, "If you wish." Kolson spoke. His mind half-focused on her and the other half focused on business at the academy. It was until then his tea was finally brought to him. "Here is the House Brew." A young Valeish man spoke as he handed him the hot cup of tea. "Yes, thank you." Kolson spoke as the young man bowed and the left. He blew the steam off the top and took a small sip. Then placed the cup back on it's plate coaster. It helped eased his thoughts but worriment still pressed through.


City of Azermaine-Tooley Street
Constabulary-Seventh Cliff Precinct
Investigator-Oleandru Nevitt

Investigative Officer Oleandru Nevitt stood at the base of the steps to the apartment at which the crazed Doctor Heyfeldt lived. As he stood there, Desbrook (Who came for a laugh), stood next to Oleandru. "So you really are going through with this madness Nevitt?" Desbrook rhetorically asked. "Well just because you might not care about this investigation, doesn't mean I do." Oleandru defended. "Oh it's not that I don't, I just know this is a waste of time." Desbrook responded. Oleandru only shook his head as he walked up the steps to the door of the apartment. He then knocked. "Open up this is the Constabulary!" "We only want to talk." Nevitt stated as he waited for a response. "Brilliant Nevitt, I'm pretty sure if I was a loon I would still have the mind not to answer to the Constables!" Desbrook criticized. Oleandru then looked towards him, "What you find procedures a waste of time too?" Oleandru retorted. Then the door opened when a young woman answered.

"May I help you officers?" she asked. "Yes, we would like a word-" Then Oleandru was interrupted, "What my friend here means we would like to see the good doctor beautiful." Lolan spoke as he gave a playful wink and a smile. "Yes, Doctor Heyfeldt is this way." The woman did lead them, completely ignoring Desbrook's advances. Oleandru could only sigh in annoyance. "What?" Lolan whimsically asked. As they entered deeper into the complex. The hallways seemed litter with pictures and objects. All seem old in their appearance. Soon they came upon a disorganized, and messy lab. Filled with loose papers, texts, and vials. The woman then knocked on the door gentley. "HM!? What!?" Doctor Heyfeldt nearly jumped out of his skin as he looked to see his assistant. "Oh Aliandra!" "Didn't see you there." Doctor Heyfeldt spoke. "Whose this here?" He asked. "Yes sir these are two officers here to see you." She spoke as she then left the guests with him. "Yes come here chaps!" "I am quite busy on some really exciting matters." "Yet, what can I do ya for?" "Oh and please don't mind me, I have a connection of ideas and don't wish to lose sight of them!" Doctor Heyfeldt spoke rather erratically. "Yes sir well I was hoping you can tell me more about this." Oleandru presented him a chest.

"Hm?" Doctor Heyfeldt took a quick look at the chest. "Jaymander Woodworks, Circa 293 3A, Birch, common storage item, used by your Constabulary." The Doctor spoke as he went about his business. Desbrook looked astonished and then Oleandru spoke. "No sir not the chest but what's in it." Nevitt spoke as he opened it. The Doctor took a quick look through his sporadic movements and the gasped and stepped back. "What?!" "What is it!?" Nevitt asked concerned. "Blood!" "I hate blood!" Doctor Heyfeldt spoke. "I'm sorry to hear that but please I need your skills to help tell me who held this piece of lumber." Nevitt pleaded then the Doctor carefully took it out. "Timber, cut short off of a 2x4 plank, used in construction, originally made in Jorsen's Lumber Mill." Doctor Heyfeldt spoke. "The blood, A positive and...O positive?" Doctor Heyfeldt spoke some what confused. "Yes two people were struck with this weapon." Nevitt explained. "Yes, yes that is certain." The Doctor agreed. "What I need though is you to tell me who has held this, it's history." Nevitt asked. Doctor Heyfeldt looked towards him and then gave a smirk, "I have been wanting to try something." Doctor Heyfeldt then quickly runs to his desk and then wipes the table clean, to show an intricate circle. "Now then boys, allow me to show you the magic of alchemy!" He spoke with glee as he it would seem at random he poured potions upon the wood. "Now then." He added some powder and the circle glowed with unnatural light as the wood caught a flame with a blue flame. "What in the Inferno are you doing!?" Desbrook shouted. "Lolan wait." Nevitt spoke. "He's burning your evidence Nevitt!" "He has to stop!" Lolan shouted. "Hush, you two I'm not burning it!" The Doctor spat. Soon the fire revealed finger prints all along the board. "Now it will take me some time top decipher the prints, but rest assured it will be done swiftly." "Aliandra!" He called. "Yes Doctor." She spoke. "Take these men to the kitchen and give them something to drink while they wait." He ordered. "Yes, Doctor, come with me." She spoke as she took the men's sleeves and dragged them. "But wait the evidence." Desbrook protested but was rushed along.

It was some minutes later when the Doctor came into the room and told them of his discoveries. He gave them names, but not just names but the time frames of when the names held the items. The latest names were people from the Constabulary and were not the killers then those that held the piece of lumber before were a few people who could fit into the time frame of the abductions. There was a Garbage collector named Garin Tessem, a bookstore owner named Tobe Kesster, and a Priest's Acolyte named Melek. The Investigators thanked Doctor Heyfeldt for his help and took the evidence with them, but Oleandru was brought back for a quick, whispered warning. "Becareful Officer, the fingerprints also brought up traces of some very dark magic." Doctor Heyfeldt warned as Aliandra showed them out. "So will you still accompany me to dinner?" Desbrook asked as she closed the door on the both of them. "She really likes to make you work for it." Desbrook smirked. "Please she probably finds you nauseating." Oleandru joked. "Oh now you have a sense of humor!" Desbrook spoke equally amused. "Besides how can she find this face nauseating?" Lolan laughed as did Oleandru. Despite the lightheartedness, Oleandru had names and once he returned to the Constabulary, he asked for files on the three names. It gave them locations and home addresses, and families. It was time to find their culprit.