Private Beasts Among Men

[Achilleon Utraen]

ACHILLEON UTRAEN

KNIGHT OF VANDEMAR · HOUSE UTRAEN

A hamlet among the Terraces of Maeryra
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Achilleon arrived at the small hamlet in the late afternoon, the sun setting beyond the forested hills of the Thaloryn Basin. These hills, plains and valleys were renowned for mild climate, shimmering lakes and the wind caressing the trees among gentle hilltops. There were no ancient woods nearby and beast attacks were rare, the rural area usually meant that the people were devoted to their work more than to politics and scheming, so the increasing reports of dead woodsman, hunters and farmers were a concern, passed on to the Knightly Orders.

The son of House Utraen responded due to being in the region and travelled here from the capital on the back of his Demigryph. He had left behind his Lance, letting them enjoy the regional spire for a few days while he hunted down whatever happened to harass these people. Fully expecting it to be a pack of Draevak, a group of Mhyrroks or flock of Vraek that somehow got disturbed, infected or some other natural cause that disturbed the local balance.

But when he arrived and talked to the Elder and was led to the local undertaker where the recovered dead were prepared before sent to the afterlife, Achilleon understood that there was fouler work at play here. Neither of these people were killed by a beast. Even for the experienced eyes of a hunter it would seem like classic rippings with fangs and beaks, but they were not knowing the abilities of man to inflict damage. This was done by no beast.

Immediately the Knight passed on the message that there was murder happening, called his Lance and informed the authorities to prepare for an investigation. A manhunt. The worst beast of them all needed to tracked down.

LOCATION // VANDEMAR: THALORYN BASIN: MAERYRA

PARTICIPANTS // Anselm Rastorix

 

[Anselm Rastorix]

A message was sent during his morning tea. Anselm Rastorix watched with fascination as the holoprojected transmission came from another Knight of Vandemar. He took note of the location. Maerya. That was only a few minutes speeder-ride from his private residence granted to him by the Hegemony. He nods to himself. He knew not what the danger was yet, but he knew his duty as knight were to protect and serve the people of Vandemar and its colonies.

Without delay, he suited up. The Nemean-class armor had once been pristine white, a symbol of the fallen Galactic Alliance. In these desperate times, it had been reforged and reshaped. Polished in obsidian, gold, and updated the cultural appearance of his new people. Greatroar, the leonine hilted blade of songsteel, also accompanied him. He gently brushed a hand against his scarred face, He knew all to well to go unprepared against a threat, especially if that threat wielded a lightsaber.

Now fully armored, he set off for the hamlet coordinates that had been displayed to him on his navicomp. He boarded his ship, the Sable Pride, and departed his residence. Within minutes, he descended and landed. The younger man walked out and soon approached the other person dressed in similar regalia as himself. He gave a polite, formal salute to the man.

"Hail, Knight of Vandemar." He addressed him "I am Anselm Rastorix. I received your call for aide, How might I be of service?"

Achilleon Utraen​