It was raining outside, that night in Doma. A light fog had settled in, making the night's chill set in just that much more. And, as always, it seemed that the Ivory Horn inn and tavern, near the northern outskirts of Doma City, was a popular place for those weary with the road, or just with daily life, to settle in for a drink, and possibly some merriment.
In the building itself, the tables were packed. The bar itself had only a couple stool open, and people even went so far, instead of sitting at actual chairs, as to sit on the roots and branches of the large tree that was inexplicably lodged in the center of the room. It was quite apparent that the place was even more full than usual, especially to the small staff on hand, who were at that moment feeling dreadfully overworked.
It is here that our story begins.
Fredrick Osbourne, owner of this establishment, tended the bar. He looked over the patrons, almost wondering if he was going to run out of ale at this pace. It was an extraordinary night, but he did not suspect the extent of its significance...
To those familiar with the function of the Doman Royal Guard, it would be known that above all else, prevention is thought to be the best form of protection. As such, it is not uncommon for it's agents to be out for days, weeks, or even months investigating noteworthy threats to the royal family. This was one of those times, as both the commander and a new recruit to said guard had been away for just over a month, investigating ties to a man who had attempted to smuggle a firearm into an audience with the king.
But most were not familiar with said guard, and thusly, were quite surprised with the events that soon followed.
A lone cloaked figure, drenched from the rain, stumbled into the inn. Most suspected he was drunk; he would have preferred that, but it was far from the truth. He stumbled towards the bar, and carefully braced himself on the countertop. At this point, a few of the patrons had noticed the small trail of blood he left on the floor behind him.
â€œâ€¦theyâ€¦.they got himâ€¦â€ he uttered, before collapsing unconscious over a stool.
(OOC: ONO! I started the RP!
...and stuff. Took me long enough, I know. Intro characters, and react to the situation, I guess.)