Rednight Fangsir: Abane is Found

 After asking a few rude inhabitants who scoffed at them Izzyr and Bidfrid found a stable to rest their mounts. It was right next to this stable that they found a three story Inn. It was more complex than just a regular Inn. This one had the resemblance of a Bawdy House, Drug Den, and Tavern molded into one. Rednight Fangsir did not appear to have much in the ways of restrictions. Next to the entrance a woman was getting known against the wall by some grotesque pale goblin hybrid who buried himself in her breasts. She was covered in a blue powdery substance and wearing very scantily clothing. Parts of her original skin complexion could be seen. Hers was an olive brown color. Passing them the two partners entered this small palace of sex, drugs, and rest. A blonde half elf-half orc spotted them. In a red scarf over her chest she wore a gold bodice over her revealing red tunic dress. 

"Can I help you two gentleman?" She asked stopping them. Her hands brushed against both of them. Her smile appeared across her face. Izzyr felt himself become aroused, but realized he was on duty. Yet so was she. This bawdyhouse worker approached him closer. She put her hands on his duster coat then his hair. It had been two years since a woman touched his hair. His own wife divorced him over his constant absence due to cases, and missions. Izzyr took a good look at who was inside this establishment. Calculating heads as best he could the Drow detective counted 98 monsters who appeared to wear the same type of hat, and vest, 7 monster humanoids for hire, and 6 small reptillianoids who appeared to be banished from the eastern lands. 

"Not going to talk huh? Well those 98 monsters all over the place are all under the command of one Vampire who rules this street." This half Orc vixen  said into his ear. 

"What does that have to do with anything?" Izzyr broke his silence looking at this beautiful female Orc. 

"That got you talking? My my you are just here for business aren't you?" she said in a teasing voice. She played with his coat, sleeve, hair and buttons. 

"You can call me Ivi. It is short for Iviim." This half Orc introduced her name to him. She pressed herself against him. "What is yours?" 

"Detective Izzyr of, miss could you please just-" he was cut off. 

"No, no, no men do not beg to be left alone here, Izzyr. Are you looking for someone?" She asked. 

"We are looking for a female Dark Elf named Abane." Bidfrid answered for Izzyr whose balls were now in her grasp. Izzyr felt some relief the large bounty hunter said this in a low voice. 

"Of course you are here for that. I can almost smell it, the scent of Neppetz on both of you. Seeing you are not from the underworld of the mountains brings me warmth, and pleasure inside. Most Drow who come here are either assassins, kidnappers, racketeers, or slaves that get shoved in the back." Ivi replied to them. 

"This one is a maid to a wealthy family. She went missing a week ago. Someone else that resembles her was left at our city limits, dead." Izzyr answered as she rubbed her hands all over his stomach and chest. Ivi nibbled at a button to his coat and pulled on it with her teeth before letting go. 

"I can take you to where the slaves are being held. However I'd have to do this without getting you killed. Around here slaves are not to be seen by outsiders unless they are at an auction." Ivi said to them. 

"Is there a catch?" Izzyr answered her. A larger male Orc approached them,

"EY Ivi why you mess with these two? They don't belong here!" He barked at her. All she did was stop to give him a haughty glare. 

"Let me do my business! Whatever you wanted can wait a week! Now beat it! Or the Mistress of the House knows you are sabotaging my work with clients!" She snapped back causing this Orc to back away in fear. 

"Okay, okay Ivi don't let the Mistress know. Uh, you gentlemen have a fine day. I bow to you." This Orc removed himself from their presence exiting the establishment. They had one less patron to worry about. Ivi grabbed both of them and pushed them to tag alone. 

"If you don't they will suspect things." Ivi hissed at them. She grabbed two glasses of green wine and handed them over to the new arrivals. 

Without much objection they took the alcohol. Allowing her to pull them along Bidfrid and Izzyr had to step over a few drugged up patrons, walk around some orgies, and avoid the intoxicated brute like monsters. The room was a little too dim to tell who was who or what race was what despite their shapes. Doing the best to ignore this the two of them followed Ivi all they way to the back. Izzyr chugged his wine in one gulp catching the attention of a tusked green and orange spotted monster with a very voluptuous half elf riding him. This ugly looking brute winked and smiled at him before Izzyr passed him. Ivi kept on going towards the back of the establishment with everyone else too focused on the patrons or getting intoxicated to notice their movements. Izzyr was beginning to think this was a trap. Why would someone like her help them upon a swift note or just from a quick conversations. Just when he was about to nudge Bidfrid she turned around looking worried. 

"I, I have to pleasure both of you, or else the others will get suspicious." She said covering their mouths so neither could speak. Ivi twisted a door knob to a door next to them. It slowly opened. 

"Quick inside!" She pushed both men inside this dark room. She entered as well then closed the door and locked it. she lit a few candles and  switched on a flickering cordless lamp. It barely illuminated the room. An expression of relief came over her face. It disappeared. "Oh no the walls have eyes and ears." 

Ivi threw her clothes off revealing herself nude before them. Without even asked them she went for their pants which she undid and pulled down. Not even caring to look at their sizes she immediately started working them with her hands. Giving each male a quickie the Orc looked around noticing parts of the walls and portraits shifted a little. She let go of them. Feeling the sense of no one watching them. 

"Will you take us to Abane now?'" Izzyr asked pulling his pants back up. Bidfrid did the same looking around the room uncomfortable. 

"Yes, yes. There is a secret door inside that closet. Take it and move through the walls to the very end. It will lead you to the one you are looking for. I warn you though. You might not like what you find." Ivi answered with a warning. 

Darting straight for the closet Bidfried pulled the door open and searched the walls inside. He found the secret door panel and pushed it. The bounty hunter had to slide the door panel into the wall. Entering the hall that was in the walls they pressed forward. Running into cobwebs, some rats, residue, mold, and some skeleton of a dwarf Izzyr and his companion made it to some end of this secret passage. Pushing the door open they come into another closet. Nothing but clothes on wooden hangers blocked their way. At their feet they stepped allover shoes, boxes and canes. Their movement caused some ruckus and noise inside the closet it door. Someone on  the other side of the closet door opened it. There stood the very dark elf they went looking for. Abane Velnis looked surprised and scared to see them. Her eyes were wide with shock and awe. She wore a red and black lace dress. Abane backed away from them as if they intruded upon her and she was scared. Bidfrid and Izzyr got out of the closet and into her room. Abane's transformed from fear to full rage. She grabbed the closest them to a knife she could find a hair pin. Wielding it like a dagger she charged at them letting out a feminine roar. Izzyr and Bidgrid stopped her from stabbing them and wrestled the weapon from her grasp. The Bounty Hunter pinned her to the ground. She thrashed and wriggled to get free. Izzyr was about to knock her out when another voice emerged from behind them. 

"Take the Dark Elf home. We do not want a war with Neppetz or the Gantronese." the voice said showing a slight hint of concern in its speech. 

Rednight Fangsir

 Taking the road was no trouble at all. Thanks to the cooperation of other city-states, enclaves, and settlements Neppetz managed to keep the roads in good condition. For an entire day the pair of them rode towards the city of Rednight Fangsir. The very first sign of approaching the very boundaries of Rednight Fangsir was a boundary marker made from six skeletons put together. Each skeleton has long fangs attached to their teeth. All of them including the stone and wooden pole they are nailed to have a red substance. Izzyr assumed it was blood given how dried and dark it looked. At a second glance he noticed it was more recent that a month ago. Another coating of whatever it was had been added some time ago. Bidfrid seem unfazed by this scenery. He clearly passed through here on certain jobs he was hired for. Forced to stop at nightfall they managed to find an inn along the road. Not the most welcoming of inns, but it did not seem run down at all. 

Both he and Bidfrid entered this eerie looking establishment along the mountain road. There were not that many patrons seen inside as it was nightfall. Several staff members were still up. Whoever designed this inn had the whole interior painted a dark red. Not even attempting to hide the theme of this inn the staff wore dark clothing resembling the eeriness. Long slick back hair, dark vests over red shirts and servant clothing in a darker dye made them appear vampiric. Their pale complexion also added to the appearance. All they really cared about was getting some sleep. Izzyr paid the staff member who was at the desk who showed them to their room. Sharing a room was not a problem for him. Yet sharing a bed with another man was something he did not expect. Inside the room was a strange blue candle that gave off a scent that put someone to sleep quickly. Whatever it was he could sure buy some for his own use. Sleep deprivation was his current illness these days. However tonight he had the best sleep in his life. 

Getting up at what felt like the second hour of morning the pair of them went straight for the common room. Going to bed without food made the stomach empty. Two nicely cooked venison with Leek soup filled up their stomachs. Well one venison for him, one venison, a piece of bread, and eggs filled up his big friend's stomach. Each had a freshly brewed coffee with a broth that kept you warm in the mountains. Both set off after paying the Innkeeper for their meal. Finding their mounts well fed the Detective and Bounty Hunter rode up the stone road to a sunnier day. Not two miles from the Inn they stayed in lay a small village of just five buildings. All its inhabitants appeared too occupied to notice the two of them. Not too far from the small village on the right side of the road lay another settlement. This one looked larger than the five building village. More than a score of buildings it was he estimated. At its entrance sat a large gate that read this town's name, Blade's Gray Grip. Past the town gate he spied 11 armed townspeople heading towards someone's home. He was about to rush over to intervene, but another figure got in their way with some help from armed authorities. Assuming the situation would be resolved with little to no bloodshed they went on to Rednight Fangsir. Winding through the paths, and roads they passed four more settlements until reaching the mountain city. 

Rednight Fangsir was sculpted out of a single mountain peak. Two outer walls encircled the whole city itself. Made from the stones, and rocks that were scraped off during the city's construction. This one city had to be at least two thousand years old or much older. Manning these walls would require one hundred thousand. To scale them he could only imagine millions attempting to attack this city just to scale its walls. In the back of his mind he realized something. Would anyone want to attack a city inhabited by vampires, demons, and other creatures that used to be humanoids? That answer would be a no for many. During this era the belief of vampires was decreasing into just old tales. Approaching the city gates they were confronted by several humanoids who looked vampiric in appearance. Their armor gave away the profession as city guard. Showing the badges of their own professions Bidfrid and Izzyr were permitted to enter the city. Entering this supposed city of vampires they found buildings in the colors of red, dark red, black, dark blue, dark grey, dark purple, and wine colored. Each building had a haunting design to them. A shade cloth of red or black stretched over the streets. These dark fabric blocked the streets and doorways from being hit with sunlight. Inhabitants of this city wore darker clothing and had a pale complexion. Finding a missing drow was going to be easier Izzyr expected. Among the inhabitants were Goblins, Elves, Humans, Orcs, and hybrids who made themselves appear like vampires. Looking at Bidfrid he wondered if this Bounty Hunter had really been here before. 

To Rednight Fangsir

 Right after he confirmed his discovery with an Officer of Neppetz he parted ways with Bidfrid. Izzyr left the bounty hunter companion at the northern part of the city. In a quick stride Izzyr wound his way through the city to the Neppetz Police Head Quarters that used to be a mansion. As he came up to the door Izzyr was greeted by several members blocking the doorway. Most of them were seasoned Police whereas a few were first year rookies. Three female and four males made up this blockading group. Wearing matching uniforms he could still make them apart. Some had black hair, others had white bleach hair. Only one of the females had short hair, and two of the males had long hair. All of them looked at him with smirks and snide expressions. A tall male with short black hair under his cap with purple eyes narrowed his eyes at Izzyr. 

"Someone told me you had sex with a strumpet on Dagger Street. Is this true? Not something a personnel of the law should be doing on duty." He said mocking him a little. 

"Go bugger yourself Officer Bodrai! That is not what happened. Don't you have some drugs to find? There have been reports of a crazed drug addict on Spider Street. At least four people were found with illegal substance called Catnip for the Gods." Izzyr snapped at him. 

"Woah, woah Izzyr! I am only jesting. You have a new friend helping you out. Who is it?" one of them raised their arms. They went down to his level on the steps.

"He is a Bounty Hunter who knew the victim." Izzyr answered him brushing past him and the others. 

Izzyr ignored them along with anyone else as he entered the head quarters. Not in the best condition the head quarters was in need of some renovations and repairs. Those repairs would be minor. Inside the main entry hall he had the two sets of stairs leading up to the second floor. In between them stood a hallway to the back of the mansion. At the top of the stairs lay an open chamber containing the first and second floors. The two wings of the mansion were connected by a patchwork of halls with their own set of rooms. Making his way up the stairs on the right Izzr took a left towards the Chief of the Neppetz Police, Bria Nolzur. Passing typists, receptionists, officers, trainees, a few head busts on tables, couches, sofas in the hall, and a few nice exotic plants he made it to his boss' office. She had it closed like every did here in the mansion head quarters. Next to her door sat a notice board of cases, and reports. Before knocking on the door he read a couple of them. Only two of them seemed out of the ordinary. Outside the city limits near a farmstead some strange tall tree humanoid got torched in a mill fire. Not too far to the west a wounded pet bear to some Ranger was found outside a town. When he was done reading about one where someone spotted reptilians in the east he knocked. 

"Come in!" Nolzur commanded from behind the door. 

Izzyr opened the office door. At a fine desk sat his boss. Dressed in a doubled buttoned uniform Chief Nolzur allowed her white hair to hang over her shoulders. Her bleach white hair was not a mess, but nearly brushed. On her desk lay a clutter of different objects, files, letters, notes, a phone, letter stands, books, a mug of coffee, and a few photos of herself with family. Her office had bookshelves, portraits, file cabinets, some armchairs, a private bathroom, coat rack, a statue to some spider goddess they no longer worshipped, and a head bust of the city leader. There were also a few head trophies of a mountain lion, reptile beast, and a dire wolf. She looked up to see it was him. 

"Hello Detective Nadisim. Do have an update on our missing maid?" She greeted him without smiling. During this time of the year it was difficult to put on a smile. Crime was nothing new, but with rumors of strange humanoids lurking about, disappearances, and the seasonal conflict of goblins did not help. 

"Yes ma'am. It is not her body. She is still missing." He replied. His boss paused and looked at him with a surprised expression. 

"Well we best go look for her don't we? How did you find this out?" She asked him. 

"I came upon a local Bounty Hunter who knew her. We went to the new city morgue where we got to see the body." He answered her. 

"Where does this Bounty Hunter live?" She asked in a curious tone. 

"Dagger Street." Izzyr answered. 

"Do not go there again." Chief Nolzur got tense when she answered. 

"He will help me track her down." Izzyr insisted.  He got a wide eyed cold look from her. 

"There were fang marks on her neck. I believe she was abducted and taken to Rednight Fangsir." Izzyr answered hoping she would not close this case. She only blinked and relaxed her face. 

"Very well since you found something new then continue your search." Nolzur granted him a pass to continue with the case. 

"Thank you, boss." He replied taking a permission card that would grant him safety in that city. He was about to leave when she stopped him. 

"Detective, Izzyr. Please be careful in Rednight Fangsir. I know our ancestors and people lived a brutal fighting lifestyle. Not even that saved the few unfortunate from falling to Vampires. Be on your guard there." She said in a worried expression. 

"I will Chief, I will." Izzyr said as he closed the door behind him. That was the first time he ever saw any hint of concern on his boss' face. Did she ever venture to Rednight Fangsir? He would have to hold that off for some time. Izzyr went down to his own office where he found it empty as he left it. Just an average servant's quarters turned into an office. There was nothing special to the room itself until he moved in and decorated it to look more like a detective's office. There was nothing too special about except for a portrait of himself and that of his wife, and two children. There was also one of him with siblings. Since firearms did not reach their part of the world Neppetz and other city-states continued with the use of melee weapons. Next to his coat stand rested his sword stand leaning against the wall. It held his longsword, rapier, great knife sword(messer), curved broadsword, and backsword from the north. Izzyr snatched up the curved broadsword, great knife messer, and a bandoleer of four throwing knives. 

In a hurry he slammed shut the office door catching the attention of those nearby. Looking up and down the hall he found a Marshall, Inquisitor, another detective, Inspector Coroner, Sherriff Lawman, 3 Police officers, a city guard, city watch, 3 constables, one town guard, town watch, a community watch, and a few vigilantes watching him. Knowing how awkward it looked he rushed out of the headquarters. When he was out he did not hesitate to head north to meet Bidfrid. On the way he did get a single skewer of fish kabab. He hardly ate anything all day. Passing through the city he caught glimpses of female drow dressed in traditional garb. Neppetz's founding had more to do with outcasts coming together than overpopulation in the underworld of the mountains. When he passed through the northern gate Bidfrid met him by the stables. Two mounts for each of them stood in the Bounty Hunter's possession. A thick white furred breed, and a gray thick furred horse. Not bothering to ask how he acquired them Izzyr mounted one of them. Once they mounted the pair of them went into full gallop towards Rednight Fangsir. 

Kaniima Brief

She did not like it when he was on top. Every time they were on the look out post he was on top of her. His own dick got hard each time. Sure she was attractive, but she demanded restraint from every male she encountered. Inside the little reconnaissance window pod Constable Eirene and Constable Bargis had to keep watch over the assigned region. As a member of a four member team of Police Investigators she was on an espionage mission. Their mission was to keep watch over activity within a region called Kaniima. She can just imagine him licking his lips, getting sexual ideas she wanted to kill him over. One team member was the pilot, a second manned the radio communications. Even though they were not the only team hers acted alone. For the past several days they watched over the region called Kaniima on a planet called Calorn. Through her binoculars Eirene spied a gathering of some sorts. As a scene unfolded the spies kept their eyes open. Two groups gathered at a single dune in the desert. One figure dressed for the desert came up to the desert followed by a short train of three troops, and one Camel Rider. They appeared to meeting an Amethorian Imperator. As she observed closer it appeared to be a royal sheikh in command of 3 or more Kaniima soldiers, and one Kaniima Camel Kol. Camel Kols are a unit within the Kaniima royal cavalry. 

Surrounding the Imperator of the Amethorians stood 6 humanoids bearing tower shields and energy staff weapons. To her it became obvious what was going on. The Amethorians came over to make a deal with the locals of this planet. Their job was just to report it while hiding from certain eyes. Behind some dunes she spotted some ships that did not belong to their faction nor the factions present at this scene. These Amethorians always handed materials to make weapons to fight certain factions that often invaded planets with splintered factions, and divided borders. In her head she recalled the Gantronese, the Nazdar, the Tetarq Mercs, the CSO, and the Order of the Beast. She knew about other factions, but those were mainly fractured, and to the point of being dissolved. 

Vimasdra 1844 AN (Just Dialogue Experiment)

 "Sir the enemy has stopped their advance." a twenty-one year old Vimasdran Civil Militia reported to a higher ranking figure who sat comfortably at a table map inside a command tent. 

"Looks like the Vestrisians have run into trouble." the figure boasted taking a drink from a goblet. 

"Those Nazdar are with us. No Vestrisian shall take another step further!" a younger Civil Militia claimed showing pride in the claim. 

"I was merely making a joke, Lieutenant Ardeev! For four years we have lost wave after wave. Only to see them push our forces and our allies to the south further westward. One third of Muskalla lies in their hands. Parts of Gontrella could very well be theirs for the taking. Yet I forget the very faction the Vullanese Empire, responsible for this war has lost half of her islands! Now tell me do you think we even have a cow's fart of a chance to push them back? With all their allies keeping the Nazdar and their Grevaskii occupied! Do any of you think it can be done?" Hollered the higher ranking figure. Dressed in traditional green uniform, cape, long black haired wig, and mustache, this Royal Commander of Civil Militias looked out of place. 

"They were not moving as swiftly as we believed at first." Another Civil Militia admitted. He appeared gaunt in the face yet he was still put together in the modernized tan uniform issued over a decade ago. 

"All they were doing was probing us, Bezavoor. In the first months they let us attack first while launching an full scale assault on the Vullanese, and the Gantronese. As for the others Gontrella was aiming at seizing the mountain communities along side Muskalla. That only encouraged them to intervene." A Captain explained while standing next to the Royal Commander. 

"Captain Eenaz, the Blackmell mountains will be ours to share with Muskalla, and Gontrella. If we do this right that is." Royal Commander Ghiralli said in a peevish voice. He started to laugh until another Captain cut him off. 

"Commander! You only have 308 Civil Militia left under your command!" This Captain said in a warning tone. All eyes in the command tent turned to look a Captain wearing what appeared to be a Grevaskii uniform of yellowish grass color. 

"Who the Maggot's Arse are you?" Captain Eenaz demanded from the newly arrived Captain. 

"Captain Vyskabb Gorvig of the Grevaskii frontier unit 887. I am representing Nazdar Colonel Kinotz who commands a regiment of 1,317. We bring reinforcements from Ossus, and other parts of Vimasdra." this clean shaven Captain introduced himself. 

"What reinforcements has Kinotz brought us?" Ghiralli demanded. 

"500 musketeer men, 220 local militia from nearby towns, 540 bowmen drafted from across the country have marched with us." 

"(Scoffs) You mean bows and arrows alongside musket wielding buffoons are going to challenge that war machine? Those Vestrisians overran the Vullanese and will crush that force!" Ghiralli argued. 

"To the south of your position you do have 463 Vimasdran Civil Militia who came out of goodwill. On the northern flank a large company of 447 fellow Vimasdran Militia, Musketeers, and soldiers hold the line." He stated to the Royal Commander. 

"Yes, and there are 487 or so Vestrisians holding positions within artillery range of us. They have us outgunned." the young Civil Militia snapped Captain Gorvig knitting his brows at him. 

"Yet you have support of indigenous groups like the Uxane and the Muskallan Raiders on our side." this Grevaskii said as if that would help the atmosphere. 

"Only 129 Uxane have joined our fight. Most of them migrated out of here well before the fighting began. As for the Muskallans, many of them already joined, died, or surrendered. We have 602 of them along the front." one of Ghiralli's Commanding Officers said with a bitter taste in his mouth. 

"Quit spewing out numbers and prepare to attack them!" Some different voice barked at them. Another Grevaskii burst into the command tent. 

"More than one hundred thousand of those Vestrisians are dug in. How do you expect us to attack after losing countless lives? Are the Nazdar done playing their chess game with the Gantronese?" Ghilari slammed a fist on his table. 

"Some 9000 militia volunteers are marching in behind us. More than one million volunteers are on their way." the Grevaskii boasted. 

"You mean slaves." the young Civil Militia muttered to himself.