| The campaign setting is called Sedallia: Land of | | | | he was ready to take the war to its logical |
| Sails. Its a fully fleshed out campaign setting taking | | | | conclusion if need be. Only then, would the |
| place on Seri IV, a planet dominated mostly by | | | | Dockers come to respect him for what he was, |
| water, and divided into three distinct cultural areas. | | | | not some petty crime boss, but a lord, the |
| In the north, you have fuedal nations (technology | | | | "Reaildesh" the Lord of Lords. |
| circa 1200 AD) locked in an epic war of good and | | | | The team for the upstairs came down, signaling |
| evil. In the south, you have two industrial nations | | | | the all-clear, while the taproom of the tavern held |
| clashing in a total war destined to destroy one or | | | | an aura of fear and trepidation so thick, that Aiel |
| both. In between, a vast and unforgiving ocean, | | | | could have pulled out a Rapier, and cut it like a |
| occupied by Island Empires who make their living | | | | wheel of cheese. He nodded simply to the |
| and their fortunes by the Sea. | | | | upstairs team, then moved past the barista. He |
| Sedallia is one of these Island nations. The Elves | | | | moved to the office door that also served as the |
| of Sedallia have built an expansive trade network, | | | | living space for the owner-operator. |
| and even have some modicum of industrial | | | | Ms. Kelinea, one of the Dockers' more expensive |
| developement, though much more controlled and | | | | courtesans, she had been given the Tavern, and |
| efficient than humanity. With the world around | | | | retired from her previous profession, except for |
| them embroiled in war, the Transport and Credit | | | | a few select clients. She was a legend in the |
| Industries of the Elves grow rapidly, as they | | | | docks, known as the fire-haired one; her beauty |
| supply the material neccessary for their allies to | | | | was reminiscent of Elven goddesses of old. Aiel |
| win. However, their role as a neutral trading | | | | kicked the door in quickly, drawing his own |
| empire is destined to come to an end. | | | | revolver and knife as he moved into her living |
| But if anything is for sure, Sedallia offers excellent | | | | area. |
| opportunities for adventurers. Whether you be a | | | | He found Kelinea sitting calmly on her bed. She |
| pirate or a trader, a warrior or a priest, a criminal | | | | had closed her books, and set a small chest and |
| in an Elven Syndicate, or an Agent of the Crown. | | | | two keys on top of the book. "They didn't think |
| Below is an excerpt from the book itself: | | | | you would come for me." Her statement was |
| Siege of the Deep Blue | | | | simple she had become acquiescent to what had |
| Aiel pushed through the doorway quickly, his | | | | happened, or what was about to. |
| doorman having opened it up on his command. | | | | Aiel nodded, "And that's why they don't deserve |
| The 'Deep Blue Tavern' was one of the Dockers' | | | | your loyalty. The Dockers' will be done, in a |
| best grossing taverns, and a great spot for them | | | | fortnight, I shall control the docks, and what's left |
| to build contacts, so Aiel, on the advice of his | | | | of them...will be starved out." Kelinea only nodded |
| 'dhaildesh', had made this one of the first targets | | | | slightly. Aiel moved towards the chest, which was |
| in his war with the Dockers. | | | | already open. Inside were a few gold coins, a |
| He stepped into the door, to find the one lone | | | | small somewhat valuable gem, a small holy |
| guard, leaning back in his chair. The man looked | | | | symbol, and the deeds to the Deep Blue. The |
| over at Aiel confused for a second. Aiel had | | | | book beneath was a simple ledger of profit and |
| blonde hair, pulled neatly in a ponytail, and emerald | | | | loss, and a record of those who had visited. |
| green eyes, no lines bore into his face. For what it | | | | Aiel grabbed Kelinea, pulling her roughly off of the |
| was worth, Aiel looked like any other Elf, if not | | | | bed, and handing her to his second man, from |
| for the tattoo on his right forearm. | | | | here, she would be taken in one of the autos to |
| However Aiel was careful to wear a heavy | | | | the Cinnamon House. He grabbed the small chest |
| leather coat, to cover his tattoo, so the man was | | | | and books, and stuffed them into a bag he had |
| still stuck flabbergasted when Aiel pulled his | | | | brought along with him. The remainder of his |
| crossbow up, and leveled it at the other Elf's head. | | | | team forced the rest of the patrons out the |
| His eyes went wide, only milliseconds before the | | | | door. |
| bolt lodged itself into his jaw, slamming up into his | | | | Aiel locked the door to the Deep Blue, even as |
| brain. The Elf died before he hit the ground. | | | | the body of the one guard was dumped into a |
| Aiel's second man was already behind him, | | | | drain pit nearby. One of the cars that had brought |
| drawing two well-cared for nickel-plated revolvers. | | | | his cordon and strike teams then sped off with |
| The weapons were shined to a bright glow that | | | | Kelinea in its grasp. |
| made them stand out from the rest of the man's | | | | Aiel smiled to himself. He had pulled off a great |
| clothes and gear. Engraved onto the revolvers | | | | first strike. The Dockers hadn't even seen it |
| were ancient Elven runes of retribution and | | | | coming. Now the war could begin in full. He started |
| annihilation. The man held both out, securing the | | | | to step off, towards his own car, where his |
| front room of the tavern. | | | | medic waited for him. |
| The last two men in the team quickly entered, | | | | A single large pop rang out from the end of the |
| heading upstairs immediately, to secure and make | | | | alley. Instinctively, Aiel dove to the ground, rolling |
| sure that there weren't any secondary guards. It | | | | over, and taking cover behind a bench. His team |
| was unlikely, but Aiel wouldn't put it past the | | | | and his cordons also took cover. At the end of |
| Dockers. Surely, they had expected him to strike | | | | the Alley, he could see four people, wearing the |
| at one of their drug dealers, or strike and kidnap | | | | colors of the Dockers, advancing towards their |
| some of their girls from one of their brothels. | | | | position. They had guns, bows, and swords. |
| But Aiel never did what they expected him to. He | | | | Aiel sighed to himself as he loaded a clip into his |
| struck at one of their legitimate fronts, the most | | | | repeating crossbow, "This is going to be a long |
| profitable one. He needed to show them that he | | | | day..." I hope you guys enjoyed it. |
| wasn't afraid to drag their war into the light. That | | | | |