Ever since this settlement was founded along the coastal mountains, Neppetz became a hotbed of monster attacks. Slammed between the ocean and the mountains the city was closer to the infamous Rednight Fangsir mountain-city. More of a Dark Elf settlement founded closer to a thousand years ago, Neppetz received a wide range of trade from other parts of the continents. This allowed the Dark Elves access to other parts of the world. Many chose to leave when they could as a means of escape. After a few decades of travelling, they always returned home to the city of 150,000 Dark Elves, Uxane, Dwarves, and civilized Goblins. Standing at 6 foot 3, one lean muscled figure made his way through the streets. Dressed in a white, red striped shirt under a fine Jerkin, smoothed out black trousers, and toughened boots this figure kept a neat posture. Wearing his mountain duster this tall part goblin, part uxane and part Dark Elf held the profession as Detective of the City-Region. His jurisdiction went beyond the borders of the city limits making his job easier for him to perform.
Detective Izzyr Nadisim entered a street known as Dagger Street within the Black District of Neppetz City. At the entrance to the street he was greeted by two rows of 29 strumpets clad in revealing clothing. Many of them looked more human with some hints of Goblin, Elf, and Dark Elf. Some gave him interested looks as the rest brushed their hands against him while he passed through. One blocked his way revealing herself before him. She put her hands on his and placed them on her exposed breasts. Izzyr fondled her a little just to get it over with. He was not the most innocent of males, however he had a job to do for this city. When she let him go on his way the majority of them cackled and giggled behind his back. Ignoring the laughter, he pressed further down the street. Everything was a darkish green up and down this street. The only thing making this city less dreary were the strumpets behind him lingering by the black gated entryway to Dagger Street. Flanking this two-way cobbled street were stone two story houses, complexes, shops, a smoker's den, and a few distilleries where alcohol was made. Dagger Street was not the kind of place one raised a family here in Neppetz. Its authorities made sure of that. Only single men or women were allowed to live here if they had the nerves, and stomach to deal with the scum here.
Izzyr passed a few abandoned homes when he came upon a trio of Blither Wood Warriors. Outside Neppetz's western city limits lay the Blither Woods. During the early years of the city's foundation bands of warriors in the Blither Woods kept the borders secure. They were more of the savage type of Dark Elf who kept mostly to themselves. Very seldom did anyone hear from the Blither bands who only came to the city with goods to sell or when the clans banished someone. Just looking at these three he could tell they were banished. On their right cheek rested a red scar in the ancient Drow rune of shame. As a mark to label them as outcasts the scar made them unworthy to be warriors at all. Their eyes glared at him with black beards growing over the dark complexion of their skin tone. It was because he had to arrest them once or twice in the past. His superiors ordered for them to be brought here to live. From the way they looked the trio did find work, but still held a grudge against him.
His gaze did not meet theirs for his case was of more importance. Just past these Blithers he came upon a grouping of 20 Goblins caught in some argument in the middle of the street. What they were arguing about he did not care. It was not his problem nor did it concern the authorities at times. Goblins obeyed the law for most of the year until things got out of hand whenever they did not send a guard, watchman, or police down these streets each week. Izzyr's approach caught their attention and they dispersed to opposite sides of the street. Knowing he just broke up and argument that would end in a fight or bloodshed Izzyr gave them a quick glance. Dressed for the climate these Goblins looked slightly uncomfortable with their own lives. His city handed them decent lodgings with furniture in suitable condition. Food was not scarce for them in Dagger Street that he could see in their eyes. Yet these Goblins tend to be angry over other problems. Past the Goblins Izzyr came upon other groups who dwelled in Dagger Street. A total of 28 warriors from different parts of the world who found their way here lined the street. One of these warriors knew the victim's family and the victim herself.
One of the wealthier families of the Neppetz hierarchy lost a maid four days ago. Raised in a family of fabric weavers, and smiths Abane Velnis served as a maid to the Osseerus family. Izzyr did not know the full history behind her employ as a maid, but he was tipped off that a warrior knew her family. These 28 warriors covered their clothing under a duster coat, long coat, some colorful poncho, and thick cloaks. Some of them were Eothans, Grussians, Uxane wanderers, Korivans, Talusians, Iperantosi. As for the rest of them Forsythans, and hybrids who call themselves Elemani, and Estati. Izzyr could relate to them due to his own mixed background. He passed eight of them before coming to the one he was looking for. As rare as Forsythans became there were still plenty roaming the world. One head taller than Izzyr this giant of a being grew his beard out and let his hair grow over his shoulders. On his brow rested the birthmark of a Forsythan, a blue scar in the shape of a claw.
"Are you one of the Velnis' friends?" Izzyr asked him. The rest of the warriors dispersed to their own homes and apartments. The big man nodded.
"Can you speak?" He asked him.
"Of course I can speak." The Forsythan responded back smartly.
"What is your name?" Izzyr questioned him.
"My name? Bidfrid Fohmir the Bounty Hunter, and Bodyguard for hire. To answer any further questions, yes I knew Abane well enough to call her a sister. No I did not kill her with two puncture marks to the neck. My own trade had me babysitting some noble visiting out of town through the markets. That is all I can tell you, Drow." Bidfrid replied to Izzyr.
"Very well, you were close to the family, and you did not do it. Does she know anyone else outside the Osseerus household?" Izzyr asked him.
"There was this stalker who kept coming to the manor. I had to scare him off a few times. Last year he was found in the cellar. Got in through the sewer system. After he was thrown out he took his time to leave the city. I decided to follow him all the way to Rednight Fangsir. If you want to find him you will need me to tag along." Bidfrid answered.
"Her body was found outside the city, two days after her disappearance. Could this stalker be involved with a vampiric cult?" Izzyr explained wanting to pin it on the vampiric cults that stalked the countryside and sewers.
"Let me pack a bag then meet me in the northern edge of the city." Bidfrid responded.
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