The harsh wind from the outside draws you into a desolate looking Inn; but once the door opens you’re greeted with the strong smell of incense and perfumes. Your eyes wander the walls, the floor, and then travel to the center of the room decorated in what appears to be gold, reds and rich browns. The very sight begins to warm your soul and cold feet, but there’s a chill in the air; the type of chill that forces the hairs on the back of your neck to stand tall. 

   Once you turn you’re greeted with the appearance of a dark-haired woman; the scowl she wears is enough to make you want to turn on heel and leave. But there’s a sort of curiosity about her, the kind that silently speaks of stories and misgivings. Before you know it, you approach the bar where she keeps watch over the many patrons that are scattered about – either smoking, drinking or eating. 

   When you order a drink, the woman reveals herself to be Morrigan; lady of The Resting Lotus. 

  You inquire further about the Inn and its exotic flare, and all she does is wrinkle her nose and scowl, “do I look as if I’ve made this place? Your guess is as good as my own, for the Inn is owned by Pagan Min. You will find him no doubt lazing about, somewhere.” Her voice is both harsh and sultry; and you’re shaken from your trance when she sets down the mug with a hard ‘thud’, almost smashing your hand. 

   "If tis work you seek, stranger, you’re more like to find your tastes in the town just ahead. Perhaps a guard? A horseman? Or maybe… you’re looking for something.. out of reach?“ 

  Her questions leave you wanting more, it’s almost like she’s searching something inside of you. What could it be? Its here you exclaim you’re not very conventional when it comes to work, you’re more ‘creative’, and that’s enough to get the once glaring Mistress smiling. 

               "Well, perhaps we’ve need of you after all…”

Tales of Blackstone—

   Blackstone Irregulars is a notorious mercenary band that runs out of The Resting Lotus; an Inn owned by Mistress Morrigan and Pagan Min. It’s a front for the organization, where beneath its floor boards is a war room of sorts, a dungeon and underground tunnels leading out of town to branching Blackstone hubs. 

  It has very humble roots, however, as founded by Pagan Min and his black raven Morrigan, during times of strife in Eashela; constant war between nations reigns heavy in this world, with stations of power in flux. Kings and Queens assassinated, religious fanatics in an uproar and mythical beasts thought long since dead rising up and terrorizing mortals across kingdoms. Opportunity was seen by the couple, and so hopes to rise in class and elude the system, they sought unconventional means of living a life of luxury. 

   There are three heads to the Irregulars; two women and a man, and each have their own agenda for the organizations growth and expansion. But with chaos comes hardship, and the once blossoming band is starting to feel pressure from both the law and fellow mercenary groups. With the three leaders in constant squabble, its up to you to decide who you will serve, support and strengthen to eventually be the single head of the Blackstone Irregulars, which also rises your pay and status among your fellows.

    Or maybe you’re just there to serve your own gain?