As the daylight fades over the City of Truce, and the Lenne bell tolls, the fountain comes alive once again with adventurers and strangers, vagabonds and travellers, those with homes and those who are already home where they are. The night is not the end of the day; for some, it has only just begun.

Upon a bench, there laid what appeared to be a shrubbery, thriving quite well. This shrubbery, however, did not originate from the bench. Nay, for it came from the many clumps of dirt in the coats of a man lacking a proper name. So he referred to himself as Misnomer, given various nicknames he had been given throughout his life. Misnomer slept soundly upon the bench as the plants thrived about him.

Sitting at a bench, Balbadorf had his faux arm lying across his lap. In hand he held a magnifying glass inspecting the arm for defects.

With a tired sigh, Jeffery wanders in from the western road. He leans against the sign and sets his briefcase down to rest for a moment after a long day's work.

The fisher serpent, Fiszeradin, slithers in from the east. Unfortunately, his sled seems a little... sparse, for today. A layer of fish covering the bottom of his sled, of which plenty was still visible between them "Fish for sale! Not much on the market for today, so 1 gold per fish!" he slithered his way over to his normal place beside the bulletin board, looking somewhat weary and exhausted after his day's work.

Jeffery glances over at the serpent and his sled, noting his exhaustion. "You have a long day too? Whew, it's been one of those days, I guess." He sits down and opens his briefcase, pulling out a rag to mop his forehead with. "Sure was hot today..."

Finishing his inspection, Balbadorf deployed the arm's blade and began sharpening the blade with a whet stone he produced from his pocket. 'The best way to judge a man's character.' He thought to himself.

Misnomer awoke from his sleep. Several moments later, he rose slowly, various roots breaking as he did. Once up, he released a sigh before closing his eyes. The vegetation began to whither and die before turning to ash. "Better." New sprouts began appearing as he said this.

Fiszeradin hisses quietly before glancing back at the ocean "Yess, the fish were elusive today, and sparse." he sighed and laid down beside his sled "I suppose this is why fishermen used to grumble on hot days back home."

"I feel ya, man. Paperwork just isnt as fun in a sweltering office. I guess you could compare it to fishing..." Jeffery puts the rag away after using it and pulls out a bottle of water. "Man, water is almost as good as a three inch stack of forms that need to be signed in triplicate." He takes a hearty swig.

Balbadorf put away the whet stone and stared at the blade, a look of sadness coming over his face. "Renendorf..." He muttered the name under his breath as if recalling some far off memory.

Fiszeradin shook his head with a chuckle "Water is nice, yes. But I've been gills deep in it all day long. he covered his eyes with a chuckle "I feel like I won't need to drink for a week." the serpent coiled his long tail around his sled, the tailtips sliding up over it slightly to discourage any opportunistic flying creatures.

Jeffery nodded in agreement with the fisher serpent. "Sounds rough. Maybe you should take a break?"

Misnomer grabbed a clump of dirt from a pocket and held it before him in his hands. He watched it a moment as life seemed to poor from it. Once more, he closed his eyes and focused upon it. The plants began growing more rapidly, though less in height and more in thickness as they started twisting together.

Balbadorf could no longer focus. His emotions overtaking him, he leaned his head back as he stared at the sky, not saying a word.

Fiszeradin moved his paws away from his face to look at the man with one slit eye, grinning a bit "hah, but you see, I'm taking a break right this moment!" he chuckled and laid an arm back across his face, lying back on the cold pavement of the fountain plaza.

All of a sudden, the ground begins to shake; not violently, but in a tremor that feels as if the surface of the entire Cleft of Dimensions was being shifted in some location! A flash of white light brightens the sky from all directions for the most fractional of seconds!

Jeffery blinks as the ground trembles and the sky flashes. "Well, that's probably not good." He takes another sip from the water bottle. "Just another night in the Cleft, I guess."

Fiszeradin slithered up in surprise as he looked about "Gah! At least I'm not in the water." he did, however, move over and brace himself against the pole of the bulletin board, 'standing' tall as he looked eastward, looking out to the ocean for any signs of it retracting.

Balbadorf suddenly shot up at the feeling of the ground shaking, "What the hell?" Earthquakes, even minor ones, brought up bad memories to the man.

"Well, then I guess thisn't as usual as I thought." Jeffery puts the cap on the bottle of water and puts it back in his briefcase. He closes it and stands up. "What do you suppose that was?"

The rumbling persists at a consistent state, continuing to rattle the floors of establishments and the very earth at one's feet! Gradually, however, it subsides... only to be followed by a global, piercing keen not unlike metal being scraped against metal, as the tip of something huge suddenly appears at the surface of the Manawyden ocean, slowly rising out of it!

Slow at first, then gradually picking up speed and sending waves of displaced water crashing down upon the shores of Phendrana's northern coast, the object rises out of the ocean; a massive, black fortress set upon a chunk of land not much bigger than the construct itself, eerie in design like some twisted mass of metallic circuitry.

As it rises into the air, lights begin to illuminate its exterior; pale, flickering blue lights crossed with violet, darkly casting a gloomy aura around the floating fortress as it ascends high into the sky... and then stops suddenly, merely hanging there in suspended air. An obnoxious crack of thunder roars across the Cleft of Dimensions, signaling its arrival!

"No I did not try to steal the rocket. I simply failed at me first attempt at it." Aerion Freeman was beaing lead into Truce, with his hands cuffed behind his back. Apparently, he got into some trouble with the law. "Ye obviously don't take joke well, do ya lad? Care to- OUCH!" The giganto gaurd picked up Aerion by the seat of his pants and threw him into the fountain. The moment he got out, he was given community service for swimming. "BLAST IT ALL!"

Balbadorf had calmed since the ground had stopped moving, he chucled as he noticed the Hylian in the fountain, curiosity getting the better of him, he approached. "Stuck with community service? Me too, don't these people have anything better to do than assign community service." As he said this he produced a slip of paper out of his pocket, identical to the that of the man in fountain's.

Jeffery looks up north at all the commotion. "Yeesh, whoever is doing that is going to be getting a hefty fine later for disturbing the peace, no doubt."

Fiszeradin looked off toward where the sound rent the sky, staring wide eyed at the rising fortress "By the Chathka of the emperor, what the heck is that?

Aerion nodded "Yeah, yeah, community service be a problem. CAN YE UNCUFF ME FROM THESE THRUDDING CHAINS!?" The pirate turned his head to the sky. "...Part two of the plan. We steal that. THAT will get me off planet if anything will."

"Well..." Jeffery pulled a small novelty spyglass out of his briefcase and looked at the structure through it. "I'd say that it's some kinda fortress. That floats." Jeffery offered the spyglass to Fiszeradin. "Damm, that thing looks depressing. Well, that and old."

Misnomer stopped again. Now he was a tad angry. As was the newly created being in his hands. They both looked toward the spire with matching furrowed brows. "Whoever is doing this needs to stop. Now."

Balbadorf looked over at the faux arm lying on the bench unable to properly uncuff him without it he wwould have to get... creative. "This may get a bit hot so just, stay calm." He then kneeled behind the man, emitting a small but powerful flasme from his fingertip he attempted to cut through the handcuff's chain, "So what's your story sailor?" He chuckled at his own joke.

"Freedom, my friend, in every term, is my story." He sighs. "Freedom. Losing it. Chasing after it, finding it, it slipping out of reach, and then grasping it in your hands and refusing to let go. Freedom is my story." he gazed off into the distance, not noticing that part of his coat had been lit on fire accidentally by Balbadorf. Aerion has the shittiest luck.

As the chain succesfully breaks apart, Balbadorf looks proud of his work, saving a man who's desire for freedom reminds him of himself. This look of pride faltered however as he realized the man was now semi on fire. "You may want to jump back in that fountain, buddy, before your arse is ablaze." He said this in a tone that was half panic, half humor.

Fiszeradin came down from his watchful post, assured now that there was no coming waves of doom (just ominous omens, but it's usually assure those can often wait a bit), slithering down to watch the pirate get his pants set ablaze.

Aerion looked at his pants. "...You know this reminds me of a time when I tried to hit on a lesbian. I mean, it's not a perfect metaphor, but I do believe that it has a very similar feeling." He smiled. ...Then his eyes got significantly wider. "NO! NO THIS IS A VERY DIFFERENT FEELING! THIS IS A LOT MORE HOT! VERY VERY HOT!" Without hesitation, he threw himself back into the waters, only to be greeted by another gaurd leaving a second slip of community service nearby for him to pick up.

Jeffery looked at his watch and winced. "Well, as fun as this is to watch, I have some more paperwork to fill out at the other office." He put the spyglass away and picked up his briefcase. "See you later!" With that, Jeffery turned and headed back down the western road.

"So this story of yours, does it have a main character with a name?" Balbadorf asked him after laughing at his misfortunate run in with Truce's ever vigilant guard.

Aerion's hat floating to the top of the fountain, quickly to be filled with Aerion's head as he spit out water from his mouth. "Aye aye! Captain Aerion Alister Freeman!" He stood up, letting water fall from his attire. "Of course, a lot of it involves other guys, but I'm the main character. I have the coolest hat; I win."

Chuckling at the man's demeanor, Balbadorf looks into the sky as he speaks in a far off tone. "I go by Balbadorf these days. Now how do you propose we steal that." He pointed into the sky at the foreign object.

Aerion smiles evilly at Blabadorf. He steps out of the fountain, places one foot on a bench, and draws his sword with a heroic pose. "Together lad. We steal it together!" Aerion really hoped he didn't want a more specific answer, as he was still working on that part.

Smiling at the man's antics Balbadorf retrieves his arm from the bench and applies it to his shoulder. "Alright Sailor, I'm in." Balbadorf looked at the object in the sky wondering exactly what it was, until he shifted his gaze to Aerion, 'You and he would have gotten along, Renendorf.' He thinks to himself.

Fiszeradin shook his head at the extravagant, and apparantly made up on the spot, plan for theft, turning and grasping his sled "I'm having no part of this idea of yours." he made his way through the streets leading south, trailing his sled after him.

"Well our parts are going ta be cooler, then!" Aerion turns back to the man. "I call captain. It sounds the coolest." He sheaths his sword and tries to go back to the closest thing to normal that the pirate elf could manage. He picked up the slip and read overit. Then the second one. "But uhh... I need ta be doing this stuff first. I think..."

Balbadorf grabbed one of the slips from the man, "Would you like to know how I deal with y community service." His hand began glowing red as the paper caught fire. "I burn it." As he smiled in his self triumph a man waering a truce guard uniform appeared before him handing him a slip before disappearing, "Ok, this is just ridiculous."

"..." Aerion had no response.

"Ok new plan, we do the community service, meanwhile we come up with a plan to steal that thing. Agreed?" Balbadorf said as he read over his slip.

Aerion nodded. "Aye." With that, Aerion went north to see just what thrudding task they wanted for him to do this time. He had to do this way too often.

Balbadorf called out, "WE SHOULD MEET HERE WHEN WE'RE DONE!" With that he set off south, saying under his breath, "I hope he knows I'm just going to burn them once outside of city limits."