The Biscuits	Jaron - Paladin 4th Level (PC)
Locale	A roadside stand near the Field of Honor
Date	20th of Readying, 585 CY (Common Year)
Time	Late Morning

"Chendl stands alone in the Flanaess as the only truly planned city." These words echoed through Jaron's mind as he wandered about the majestic, if war-torn, capital. King Thrommel made sure that his city would be clean, well laid out, and easily defendable.

Obviously Thrommel's information about arms and armor was quite out of date, since most of the citizens Jaron saw were armed, with many in armor.

Jaron had visited the Temple of Pelor on his first day in the city, and his heart was as filled with gladness as the temple's sanctuary with light from the blazing sun. They had advised that the paladin meet with General Yemanien to discuss the bandits and demon attacks. The General had his office in the Inner City, and Jaron was headed there later that day.

The Inner City was set apart from the rest of the walled city by more walls and additional canals. Within the Inner City was the Palace, which was still very damaged from the recent battles. Obviously, King Belvor had put more effort into rebuilding the necessary defenses first. At each of the gates stood a squad of guards from the King's House Regiment.

Finally, there were patrols on the streets who seemed to be of many affiliations. In addition to the House Regiment, Jaron spotted the Knights of Furyondy, the City Police Force, and soldiers of Kalinstren.

Jaron

Truly this is a well defended city. The military is everywhere!

The Biscuits	Rheaphlyndar - Thief 7th Level (PC)
Locale	A small tavern near the Teamster's Guildhall, Chendl
Date	20th of Readying, 585 CY (Common Year)
Time	Evening

Rheaphlyndar

The military is everywhere! How's a guy supposed to make an honest living?

Rheaphlyndar watched yet another patrol go by the doorway of the tavern he had wandered into. The rogue had no contacts in this city, but he had felt his streetwise skills would serve him. So far, they hadn't.

And yet there was an itching in his fingers he just couldn't stop. Although he didn't know it yet, his mark sat at the bar, three sheets to the wind and blustering on about some fantastic scheme.

One of the rogues other ideas had come to fruition, at least. In the city he had found a mage who was interested in adding a magical bonus to his leather armor, for a price.

Rheaphlyndar polished off the watered down ale and went outside to catch a breath of the icy fresh air. A well-painted trollop sauntered by, obviously wearing more clothing than was normal.

Just as he was about to go back inside, the mark shoved past him.

Rheaphlyndar	Hey, watch it, bub!
Mark	Sorry, I, uh, (retching) bleeeaaaccch.

A quicker thief would have already pocketed the dandy's purse, but Rheaphlyndar held back, his hands unsure. A quick check around revealed the streets to be nearly deserted, so Rheaph checked the retching fop with his eyepatch.

At his belt was a dagger, glowing brightly.

Rheaphlyndar

Here, there, let me help you up, good sir.

As the rogue lifted the mark from the gutter, his hand grasped the daggers hilt and pulled.

Dagger	Thief! Thief! Thief!
Patrol	(Just rounding the corner) Stop, there.

Rheaphlyndar ducked nimbly into a nearby alley and then ran pell-mell. A nearby rope offered him a quick route to the rooftops and away from the circles of continual light. A piercing search light indicated they still knew where he was, so he continued over the rooftops. When he reached the edge of a cluster of buildings, he sauntered across to another on a nearby clothesline.

After a heartpounding chase he paused to catch his breath and noticed that the sounds of pursuit were a little more distant. Nearby on the roof was a dormer-type window, and he considered going through it. Until it began to open.

He ran quickly to the edge of the building and spied another walkway below him. Another pool of light caught him from behind just as he leapt.

The rogue normally posessed great tightrope walking and tumbling skills, but they failed him this time as he plunged past the walkway. On the way down he noticed he was not too far from the city wall.

The cool water enveloped him and cushioned much of his fall. As soon as he caught his wind and his bearings, he began to stroke his way downstream, towards that same city wall.

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