QUASHONÃẞING: A QUIET INTRODUCTION TO THE SHADOWS.

***In the Continent 'Eclipse of the Oceans'..

***At the untamed western regions of an arm of the Imperial court(The Silver Wing Clan)..

***Saccurrus(Home of the Wild)..

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All province's and regions located in Saccurrus has been powerfully rocked by intense military currents through the course of the past months.

For some blurry reasons, the unit military forces on these untamed regions seem to have placed their undivided target on cultist operations.

The military's elite units have been apparently sent out with powerful marching orders to completely wipe out a cultist group in particular.

Vessels of truth.

This specific cultist group has a name that doesn't ring a loud bell to an average person in Saccurrus.

The cult group called 'Vessels of Truth' is not one whose traditions involves actively seeking followers. Compared to other cultist groups and operations in Saccurrus, the cultist that identify themselves as vessels of truth can be said to follow more secretive networks.

Following these careful patterns, the Cultists group(Vessels of truth) are suppose to be at most mid-level amongst the long list of cultist groups that are more than deserving of the military's cold wrath.

The public cannot quite understand why dozens of the military's elite units have set out to eliminate these seemingly mid-level cultist though past military operations have explained a bit of the reasons why.

This seemingly low level cultists have their roots too deep into the economy!.

The roots of 'Vessels of truth' in the economy is so deep that the only reason why people do not know of their evil activities is because it is way out of sight from the average population!.

Hundreds of collisions have occurred between Vessels of truth and the millitary and although the millitary comes out on top in most of these collisions, the might of the individuals identified as Vessels of truth comes as shocking.

The very fact that the cultists called Vessels of truth have not been completely uprooted despite collisions with elite millitary units several hundreds of times in three months.. tells of the sheer might and population of the 'mid-level' cult group.

Direct and indirect collisions with the millitary elite units shows the sheer mights and density of the cultists in these immoral area. As for the evil activities of the cultists, more and more stomach-turning activities have been brought to life by millitary operations and spy network.

Kidnappings of new-born females for sacrifice!.. Adding a virgin elf's blood in the water system of a small city while causing an epidemic!.. Cult tradition of feasting on an elderly dwarf who have been roasted alive during full moon gatherings!..

The above mentions are just a few of the recent atrocities discovered by numerous millitary operations.

By now, every single social_soul in Saccurrus have heard whispers about the millitary elite unit's fiery clash with the cultists called Vessels of truth.

Massive clashes like this between cultivational strong-holds would of course leave scars in the martial economy.

Destruction to properties and ongoing repair-works, Increase in prices of alchemical products used by the millitary, tighter millitary checks in entry and exit areas, lower rates of shadowy activities as well as other major impacts.

Things have become a lot more tense in the usual carefree atmostphere of Saccurrus. The recent week have been a lot calmer than the previous ones cause the millitary elite units seem to be taking a break from their formerly relentless crackdown on the cultists.

Despite the calmness from the military's side, the cultists called Vessels of truth seem to be pushing even harder because right now, an outrageous shadowy activity is happening on the eastern grounds of Saccurrus.

A cult meeting in daylight!.

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**Eastern region in Saccurrus..

**Quashonãßing..

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Like any other provincial region in Saccurrus, Quashonãßing is a area with its mortality equal to that of a drunk monkey and its order as predictable as that of a properly shuffled deck of cards.

In plain words, Quashonãßing is a province that's not popular for moral or order.

The sun is currently high up in the pleasantly blue sky and the concrete roads in Quashonãßing are filled with pedestrian, carts and the ignored presence of very corrupt street guards.

In a location like Quashonãßing, walking from the end of one street to another end without contributing a valuable or two to thieves can be considered a small miracle. Quashonãßing is a region where it is clear in everyday actions that people care a lot more about valuables and opportunities than about the lives of others.

Walking through the streets of Quashonãßing, a middle-aged woman can be seen wearing a blushed grey feminine top-robe alongside soft baggy grey trousers with thighter end.

With a messy single braid and a pair of traditional slippers, the middle aged woman does not stand out in the crowd as she makes her way through the streets.

Getting through a turn in the streets, the middle aged woman sees other simple people chattering in front of an average restaurant. With an uneven pace, the middle-aged woman ignores the outdoor chatterboxes as she walks through the broken wooden entrance of the restaurant while casually rubbing against the side of her nose with a finger.

Upon entering into the restaurant, the woman's eardrums is assaulted simultaneously by different babaric sounds from various round wooden tables.

Impolite curses from costomers to waiters, impolite curses from waiters to constomers, the sound of shattering plates, spoons dancing in plates, overly loud conversations and laughters and then a voice that calls out the middle aged woman's name.

"Jiang Tinelâ!.", A loud voice tears through the boiling noise in the restaurant and into the ears of the middle-aged woman.

"Uh!..", Jiang Tinelâ responds as she turns to the person who has called her out. An older female waiter is seen raidly approaching Jiamg Tinelâ while carrying with her a round tray that's filled with mugs of beer as well as almost a dozen plates of seasoned roasts.

The rushed waiter approachs Jiang Tinelâ with the round-tray and a scary smile she says with a rushed voice.

"Orders for second floor table 13.", The older waiter says with a rushed tone to Tinelâ who is barely able to react as the big circle tray is dumped to her care.

Jiang Tinelâ can only blink twice in slight confusion as the other woman walks away with a rushed pace.

"By the way, get yourself into an apron!", The rushed older woman yells with slight annoyance before walking off.

Swallowing lightly, Jiang Tinelâ says a 'yes ma'am' though she finds herself talking to no-one cause the other woman has gone off to God-knows-where.

Letting out a breath from the sudden action, Tinelâ talks to herself as she repeats her orders while getting on the move through the chaotic restaurant.

"Table thirteen.. table 13.", Tinelâ says as she moves her way through the stairs that leads to the open top floor of the restaurant. Like always, the top floor of the restaurant is just as chaotic as the bottom floor.

A babaric cheer and group clink of mugs from a table by her side sends a bit of beer splattering into Tinelâ's v-neck top-robe though she seems not to have felt the splatter as she carries the tray and moves in-between tables.

With a few more controlled steps, Tinelâ is at table thirteen with the big circular tray laying in both her hands. Without the need for a constomary waiter's smile, Timela finds herself naturally saying..

"Group order, table thirteen!.", Tinelâ says casually as she begins to mechanically unload the plates and mugs of beers from her tray then onto table thirteen that's surrounded by six rough looking individuals.

"A pretty one.", One of the men on the table rudely yet casually comments though there's not much reaction from Tinelâ who keeps serving the table.

"How much for a night?.", Another man says without need for polite or indirect as he leans in to look at Tinelâ with an interested gaxr.

"We only sell food here.", Tinelâ replies with an annoyed smile though she doesn't sound offended as she seems to have dealt with a situation like this countless times over.

"I will give you two silver for me. Ten silvers if you can go with all of us.", Another man on the table offers without care to Tinelâ's words of disinterest. Obviously the men are used to getting things like this with the right price. On a normal day, the men aren't wrong though Tinelâ only smiles with an irritated look as she serves the table a little faster.

Without much care to her upset reaction, one of the men suddenly grabs on Tinelâ's thigh while causing her to pause her serving motions for a moment.

"She's a plump one, you should increase you offer by atleast three silvers to bed her.", The rude man gests to his friends with a laugh as his right hands casually squeezzes into Tinelâ's thigh.

Tinelâ swallows a bit at the blant disrespect though she doesn't react with rage. Just like any other non-cultivator, Tinelâ seems to have leart by experience to swallow her pride when dealing with cultivators.

Without a word of reply, Tinelâ serves the last plate on the table before walking off to another table as the men at the table begin to talk and eat. Moving from table to table, Tinelâ picks up used dirty plates and puts them on the now empty tray in her hands.

After gathering enough dirty empty plate, Tinelâ moves back to the ground floor and walks towards the kitchen area.

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