The past week the Adventurers settled into Limsa. Treating themselves to some well earned luxuries in one of the more high brow establishments. It was a hard earned luxury, yet some members of the group did not appreciate it as much as others. R’avi nearly got himself and Norien thrown out, when he carelessly practiced his questionable magic on her. The act caused quite a stirr and the irritation lasted several days. Eventually, seeing tha Norien had survived the ordeal, the matter was put to rest. Meanwhile, the group had found two new additions to their loose ranks; V’risha, who literally fell into their midst and K’arhn, a long lost colleague of Dwassyith.

The week had been a lot more eventful than initially intended and so the group decided to accept an invitation to a social event, in hopes of finding work. It turned out to be quite the opposite of relaxing.

Someone found it necessary to send their regards via Death- Squad. Lead by an apathic Au’ra the Hitmen (and women) did not pause to converse or enjoy the plentiful food, but instead attacked without warning and little restraint. Heated combat ensued within the little private tavern, turning the cozy establishment into a gruesome scenery of blood and gore. The building hadn’t been intended for such purpose and soon it had caught on fire and lost its roof to gravity. The Adventurers fought for their lives and managed to prevail, though even those that sustained no physical harm walked away, carrying a heavy burden. Someone, wanted them all dead for no apparent reason.

In the aftermath of the events it became evident that Rhell had payed the highest price for her life, a strong kick by a heavy boot had depleted her memory and erased all trace of her engagement with the group. The event had caused fears to run ammock and it didn’t take long for them to decide to pack their belongings and disappear like they had many times before.

[Written by R'avi Tia]