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-------------------------------- Renault de Felsen -------------------------------- The city of Aleksandria, under the tyrannical rule of King Joseph and his dog, Lord Marshal Jacque Halcourt de Vasile. Renault stalked through the back alleys of Alexandria. He paused at the corner of a building as the sound of armored footsteps reached him from the main road, not more than 30 feet away. He looked up and blinked into the steadily falling rain. His blue eyes taking in the roof tops and roiling clouds. Glancing around the corner, Renault could see the passing column of Courland guards, led by none other than Jacque Halcourt de Vasile, the tyrannical and wretchedly foolish Lord Marshal. The Marshal could be heard barking orders at soldiers and civilians alike, even kicking some beggars who were too slow out of his way. Renault shook his head, the Lord Marshal was likely off to throw some new innocent from their home. Gritting his teeth he placed his right hand on his sword and began to move toward the street only to find a strong hand on his shoulder. Looking back Renault would see Uther, his friend and right hand man. “Now is not the time Renault. Be patient, his time will come as will the others.” Uther squeezed his shoulder and looked back down the alley they were traveling. “Come on, the others will be waiting. Renault grimaced but knew his friend was right. They turned and sloshed down the muddy back streets, winding through their labyrinthian paths. Eventually they would stop at a nondescript but solid door at the back of a low and sagging building. Renault reached forward and tapped a series of rhythmic knocks at the door. After a moment a gruff voice called out. “Who’s there?” the voice demanded. Renault smiles ruefully and looks to Uther who shrugs and sighs. “Who do you think it is you big lummox? Let us in, it’s pouring out here!” Renault would call through the door. After a few seconds the door opens and a large man steps back. “Sorry, Renault. Just tryin’ to be careful.” The big guy would say sheepishly as the two move forward to enter the building. “That’s fine. We can’t afford to let them catch us now, not when we’re so close.” Renault would say as he pats the fellow on the shoulder. He would take one final look outside at the alley. The habit of a man who has become hunted by the fiends of an oppressive government. “Close the door, we have work to do.” Credit to Emperor_Zufelt for aiding with this post.
