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A Clandestine Meeting
March 29, 1007
Kurt Ashmark, a young republicangriff who had served under General Reinhard Suntail for years, flew through the night skies as he traveled to an important meeting in the city of Lostgate. Griffons were not known for being late. He would need to arrive before the clock struck midnight. But he also could not be seen; the President-Marshal's men could have trailed him. That night, he did not see any other Griffons flying along Airway 4, the designated travel-way to from Bleakspire to Lostgate. But one might never know they were being followed by a member of the elite Republican Guard.
Kurt arrived, however, without incident. Stepping into the Clawed Perch, the tavern of the agreed meeting place, he spotted a younger Griffonette. Few else were in the building. They could speak in private.
"You must be Elara," Kurt said calmly. The Griffonette was pretty, with sleek and glossy, well-cleaned feathers. The fur along her haunches was thick, yet nicely-groomed--clearly brushed often. Her tail was long, yet feminine. Though Kurt preferred ponies and their natural sexuality, he could not help but admit that the plotters had picked the perfect whore for the plan.
"I am--Ashmark, I presume?" Elara responded.
They began to discuss the details. It was a fairly simple seduction-and-poison plot. The President-Marshal had many positive traits, but it was an open secret that he was a womanizer. This weakness would be his downfall.
The two were finalizing the details when Kurt saw the door to the tavern open. Never keep one's back to a door, he had once been told by General Suntail. Uniformed armed Griffons entered. Kurt's eyes widened. The armedgriffs raised their weapons. The officer to General Suntail did not register the booming sound of the bolt-action rifles before multiple .30 Talon Rounds entered his body and his world forever went black.
March 29, 1007
Kurt Ashmark, a young republicangriff who had served under General Reinhard Suntail for years, flew through the night skies as he traveled to an important meeting in the city of Lostgate. Griffons were not known for being late. He would need to arrive before the clock struck midnight. But he also could not be seen; the President-Marshal's men could have trailed him. That night, he did not see any other Griffons flying along Airway 4, the designated travel-way to from Bleakspire to Lostgate. But one might never know they were being followed by a member of the elite Republican Guard.
Kurt arrived, however, without incident. Stepping into the Clawed Perch, the tavern of the agreed meeting place, he spotted a younger Griffonette. Few else were in the building. They could speak in private.
"You must be Elara," Kurt said calmly. The Griffonette was pretty, with sleek and glossy, well-cleaned feathers. The fur along her haunches was thick, yet nicely-groomed--clearly brushed often. Her tail was long, yet feminine. Though Kurt preferred ponies and their natural sexuality, he could not help but admit that the plotters had picked the perfect whore for the plan.
"I am--Ashmark, I presume?" Elara responded.
They began to discuss the details. It was a fairly simple seduction-and-poison plot. The President-Marshal had many positive traits, but it was an open secret that he was a womanizer. This weakness would be his downfall.
The two were finalizing the details when Kurt saw the door to the tavern open. Never keep one's back to a door, he had once been told by General Suntail. Uniformed armed Griffons entered. Kurt's eyes widened. The armedgriffs raised their weapons. The officer to General Suntail did not register the booming sound of the bolt-action rifles before multiple .30 Talon Rounds entered his body and his world forever went black.
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