Lann

Lann awoke in a cold sweat. He was breathing heavily staring at the ceiling of his chambers with the memory of his nightmare still fresh in his mind. He had been having these nightmares for years since the death of his family, but to this day 25 years later they still shook him as if he were there. He sat up and got out of his bed and walked over to his balcony, unlocking and opening the door and letting in the cool night air wash over him. The city of Triskellion was quite this particular night, save the sound of the aqueduct to the east and the faint sounds of the ocean further beyond that. The moon wallow in the sky now and it would normally be time for him to awaken soon anyway, so he returned his room and began to prepare for the day. He first made his way toward his training room. It was originally designed as a kind of living room in which to entertain guests but because Lann preferred solitude he was very rarely visited by anyone and so he turned its large space into a room to hone his skills. He began with simple strikes with both hands and feet on the wooden dummy that stood in the centre of the room and worked its moveable arm joints into various subduing positions and finished by sweeping its standing supports out from underneath it and bringing it to the ground with a soft thud against the rug floor. Satisfied he moved to a different set of move and continued for about a half hour before moving on to working with his sword. The style of his sword play seemed odd to those who saw it for the first time. It was untraditional and almost unheard I'd within this country save the few who practiced it. His practice brought him back to his days of travel and when he must his sword master Taim. He was from a distant country and found himself working as a merchant guard when he first met Lann trying to steal from the merchants. Taim had heard the the story of Lann, the wandering child who's family was killed by fae and curious, took him in. Over time they grew on one another and for five years Lann trained with him in his odd style of fighting and guarding the merchants from the dangers of the roads. After about an hour of swordplay Lann stopped and began exercise himself, doing sit-ups, push-ups, and then using a bar he set above the open doorway to his kitchen area he did pull-ups. Finally sweating and tired he made his way toward his bathroom to clean himself up. He entered the bathroom and began to gather heated water in the large bronze tub, and turned to look at himself in the full body Morrison that was placed on the wall. When he had first seen a Morrison he had be surprised and wonderful at it, but now was so used to seeing the thing it hardly seemed like an expensive item reserved for the rich or the powerful, or Lann supposed as a gift as he had revived this one. Looking at his face he saw that his black hair had grown long, to around shoulder length and that was to long for him. He took a pair of shears, another rather hard to come by item that he had nearly forgotten was expensive and began to trim him self with it until his hair was shortened. Covered in hair and sweat he stripped down and as he got into the tub glanced at himself in to mirror again only to see the scar that webbed across his left shoulder blade. It reminded him of what he was doing and way he had little time for luxury. There was little time for anything other than the downfall of the fae. He washed quickly and put on his uniform. It was made of black leather with two belts trapped to the waist, a Steele shoulder pad for the left shoulder and a steel joint for the right elbow. More importantly though was the plate of steel that covered the left Breast, just above the heart, and was emblazoned with the Triskellion the symbol of the city, which was blue for him. It was a good solid outfit and it offered good all round protection without deterring mobility. He hated It. It was an item that stood as a reminder that he worked for the very people that he hated, though they did not know that. The Fae were responsible for his family's death and yet he was believed to Ben their side and in a way he was. He work for the city officers who tracked down and "removed" undesirables. Worst of all though was that the fae considered him to be one of them. His father was a full blooded fae but his mother had not been. When he had been caught by them 10 years ago he was thrown into the (FC) and came out its victor and for that was considered to be full fae. That was how he came into this spot, how he became a member of the city guard and worked his way up to the top, and all to kill the fae leaders of the city. He equipped himself with his sword, three daggers, and small handheld crossbow and a specially made pair of hand-guards and stepped outside. As he made his way outside the lower-upperclass district which was still slumbering Lann saw signs that the rest of the city was awakening. By the time he arrived at his barracks the city was alive and in full swing with markets opening and people moving about towards there various objectives. He entered the building and was saluted by to guardsmen with black triskellions on the breastplates. They were the lowest rank of guards, either new or the sons of low ranking fae. They look at him with a hatred, that a half fae could stand above them but wisely kept to themselves, Lann was in no mood to deal with them. He moved down the corridors to the office of Duvlaing, the current captain of the city guards and wore the gold Triskellion to symbolize it. He stood higher than most officials and bowed only to the government and the hellhound a if necessary. It was the position he desired as it would put him close with the leaders of the city. Lann saluted him and waited for a respond. "Lann, good your here," he spoke with a frown that contradicted his words, " the have been reports of some half-fae using one of the stores in the market district. To be more specific half fae have been spotted and then somehow disapearing after enter the district. That is all we know currently, I will expect you to have results on the situation by this time in three days at a maximum.you are dismissed." Without responding Lann saluted again, turned and left the barracks without looking at anyone though he could feel their looks. It seemed only right seeing as he hated them as much as they disliked him. He headed for the marketplace. As he walked Lann thought about how he was going to take Duvlaing's position. Lann had confidence in his ability to kill him, though it would be difficult, but when to do it and how. He would also need to make sure that he was to get the position and not another. Lost in his thoughts Lann didn't see the youth in rags reaching for his pouch until his hads were around. Lann grabbed his Arm and twisted it away from him. The young man, who was dirty and covered in little more than rags and smelled like the swamp that resided in the lower east section of the city, was a human and had a fierce look in his eyes like he was ready to fight if need be. Lann smiled at him, though there was no kindness to it and said to him, "Be on your way rat, I've no time for you this day. Scurry back to we're you came fr..." When the human suddenly spat at him and said, "You are the scum, oppressing us just because we're human, look at your self." His retort surprised and angered him and made Lann react slower than usual and as he pulled his sword out and slashed at him he missed the body and cut the human across the arm as he turned and fled down the street. Lann began after him but figured the fae treat humans like dirt, and left him to be caught by some other guard. He had much to do and the day was already proving to be an annoyance, the human had made away with his pouch.