Chapter 1: Year 1281, Summer

Hah! Your pitiful Legion is of no threat to me! Do your worst, non-believer! the man says, spitting towards Vlur.

Combat Time! Bold below can act now.
Vlur
Marie-Louise
Ci
Black-Hooded Man (Grappled)
Uriel
Shannout

As Marie-Louise's dissonant melosy pierces the man's conciousness, you watch his face scrunch up tightly, before his eyes fly open for a split second and a shrieking scream rips from his lungs. In an instant as fast as the scream started, it stops, and the man falls limply in Shannout's grip.

Combat is over, the raggedy man is stable and the black-hooded man is now dying in Shannout's grip.

In the matter of a few minutes, you hear the unmistakable sound of plate armor boots on the smooth stones of the square. A group of four Green Legionnaires jog smoothly up to the fallen elf, whose blood is now spread over a good ten foot wide circle of cobbles. The four are resplendent in their hallmark armor. Blackened silver plate, with a rich green cloak edged in black cascading down their backs. Their helms adorned with the sweeping mohawk of green bristles. The handle of a massive sword peeking out over their shoulders as a mace swings from their hip.

Quickly, they talk among themselves before turning to see you all crowded near the Bazaar's entrance.

Oy! You lot! C'mere! one of the four cries out, signaling to the group as the most out of place looking collection of bodies in the area.

Your group makes their way over to the assembled guards. One of the four, in the back corner, whirls around looking for where the voice piercing his mind is coming from.

The leader, the one that beckoned you over, pulls his helm off, revealing a haggard looking man in his mid 40's with gray hair streaking the otherwise brown scruff across his head.

You say they broke up your performance? Do you have a permit to show that you were authorized to perform in the Bazaar today? Look - ugh - do any of you know who this is? he says, gesturing down at the dead elf. And why does the feathered one there have a dead halfling over his shoulder?

Well, we'll overlook the permit issue. The murder of a knight of the realm is far more sinister than a simple civil permitting issue. We're going to be up to our asses in paperwork just trying to figure out who the Hells this was. We can bring him back, but thank you for doing what you could. the leader said, looking at you all with a sense of exhaustion. Look, truth be told, this isn't the first thing like this that's happened. This is the first time we got here and actually had a suspect. Everything else has been "man in a black hood showed up, killed someone, and then disappeared". It's been a damn nightmare. He kneels down by the dead knight.

One of the other guards steps forward and quickly whispers in the leader's ear. The older man nods and looks back at you. You said he screamed? Do you know what he said? Actually, look, would you all be will to come down to our station house? It would be good if we could collect some more information from you all where it's a little more comfortable.