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THE MAGITEK WARS
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The night was still and clear, the half-moon's light shining dimly above (not that the moonlight was necessary--Shizura was one of the more advanced cities in the world, and was well lit with non-magical electric lighting). It was a peaceful sort of night, where was seemed quiet and content--which made Aina's job all the harder. Even had the night been dark and moonless, Shizura was a tough nut to crack: stable, well-supported by the Guild, and most importantly, well-policed. But all the same, this job was worth it.
Aina flitted from alley to alley, sticking to the meager shadows provided by the corners of buildings, keeping her magic use to a minimum. After all, she still wasn't entirely sure as to the extent of the city's monitoring and security, and she certainly needed to keep as many cards up her sleeve as possible. If the rendezvous went smoothly, she'd been done and on her way out of the city within the hour; no need to complicate the job any more than she had to. Dealing with the Lunar Group was unpleasant at the best of times, but at least they opposed the Guild's efforts at integration, and were open to new alliances. All she needed to do was meet with their representative, discuss a few possible goals and cooperative strategies, and she would be finished.
Spotting a night watchman walking down the street towards her, she ducked into another alleyway, and called upon her mana to deepen the shadows around her. Only a bit more to go until she reached the meeting place. This would be easy.
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Marcel sighed softly, settling comfortably into his usual seat at the end of the tavern's bar. It had been a hard day's working, clearing the rubble from the newly-cleared dig site, but at least it had been simple, well-paid labor. After ordering and receiving his drink, he took a long swig, thankful to be out of the desert sun, especially with the evening breeze now coming in.
Wanderer's Rest was a fairly ordinary desert town, though blessed with a number of ancient ruins. Marcel had originally thought to be on his way as soon as he restocked, but the dig team had been hiring, and the rates had been very attractive. He eyed the archaeologists gathered at a table at the opposite end of the tavern. They had been very generous in their dealings with all the workers--so long as the workers held their tongues and asked no questions.
Oh, they were suspicious no doubt, and dressed like no researchers Marcel had ever seen among the guild. But they paid well, and Marcel couldn't bring himself to care anymore. The job would be done soon, and he'd leave Wanderer's Rest just as he came to it: tied to nothing and no man but himself.
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OOC: So I've set up two possible plot threads, in Shizura and at Wanderer's Rest. But you're free to make up your own, and if you need help filling out your own location ideas, just let me know!