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Chapter 6: Last Day Yiska was quite aware that some people were not morning people. Her boss could be considered one of those people; then again she didn't consider her boss to be an awake person in the slightest. Thus you can imagine the displeasure it gave her to see the mara walking up the pathway to the cabin. Her ever changing hat was a sun hat today, the brim was massive at almost two and a half feet in diameter. Stories about Unterwald had been fed to the younger recruits like Yiska that Christine wasn't a full blooded alp; what else she was is something that was always up for debate. Some say she's part vampire and others part redca

Chapter 4: Tender Moments Christine emerged from her office looking from side to side calmly as she moved across the room; clutching two folders, one thick and one thin, to her chest delicately. A handful of the alps nearby glanced at Christine with various looks of disgust, dislike, or downright hatred for which she simply rolled her eye in response. Christine paused only at the sound of Flannigan yelling about something or another god knew what seeing how his words meshed together when he got angry enough. Christine walked up to Flannigan waiting behind him patiently as he finished his rant about clean shoes or something to a slightly ann

The Bureau, a wondrous multidimensional organization with very little purpose to the outsider; most of the bureau's activities seem to be along the lines of providing hired spies and otherwise information gathering jobs. There are other things done of course but what they are even many of the members do not know. Speaking of ignorant employees, we now turn our attentions to one Alejandro Bloom, the new halfling gatekeeper.  It is now 6:57 PM as the halfling reaches to shut the gate for the morning shift only to have his hand slapped by his supervisor, Salvatore Diamond-splitter, dwarf. "What're you doing rookie? The door don't clo

"Ugh. That dream again. Eighty years and I still… ugh." There are few in Kellwood whom can claim to lead a life of luxury, fewer still whom are of a magical persuasion. Christine Unterwald is one such of the privileged individuals that may say she lives in the lap of luxury, at least as far as property goes. Christine has always been a mystery to Kellwood and, at one time, a source of much gossip. Christine officially arrived nearly fifty years ago and in all that time she has only been witnessed a handful of times. Since the last sighting, thirty-five years ago, it has been assumed that Christine lives with a daughter for between sigh

Prologue: A young girl stood at the edge of the New York harbor. The winter winds danced along the docks, making her long black hair dance oh so slightly. The females outfit consisted of black slacks, a white wool button up shirt covered by a matte black overcoat, and a simple black fur ushanka hat. Though nine in appearance, the girls silvery eyes told a very different story one the topic her age, one of countless years of aggression and misery. Her pointed ears and ash-like grey skin pointed out very clearly she wasn't human. She turned back to a boy that was approaching her position. "Good morning, Tony." "Goods mornings, toots." &#

Chapter 11: Passing Torches The next day’s morning Tony awoke to find himself alone in the basement. Curious he made the ladder, the main floor was empty as well. The front door was open. Tony made his way outside cautiously. “Finally awake Tony?” Chris was sitting down on the edge of a nearby dock. The sea rolled in and out calmly with the morning mists. “Whats?” Tony tilted his head confused. “Nothing. It’s time for you to go Tony.” Christian got up dusting herself off. “Go? Whats about youse?” Tony looked at Chris skeptically. “I’ve one last favor for Vito.” Chris check

Chapter 10:  To Mara we Run Tony shuffled away watching Chris. She was dressed in a crimson and white outfit consisting of a white button up shirt and red dress pants over which she had a red vest and skirt that went down to just past her knees. She had red dress shoes, red gloves, and a red bowtie on as well. Her hat was now red-framed glasses. “What’s wrong Tony? Is my hair messy? Is my outfit wrinkled?” Christian seemed to have completely turned her attitude around from the masculine persona to a more feminine attitude. “No. Youse just mores… girly nows.” Tony shook his head. “Just because I’ve b

Chapter 9: All Good Things Months after the Sally hit Tony was still a guest of his enigmatic host and the Pacino family. Though lately it seemed there were more Pacino goons around rather than the mara that made progressively longer business trips. Things weren’t much better when Chris was around either. She was nowadays either tired or skittish. At times she just curled up and fell asleep at others she would jump at her own shadow. The once confident and clean looking alp was now quite unkempt. Her once nice clean suit was more often than not stained and wrinkled. Her hair was usually messed and filthy. From time to time she had the