The Red Ring Fox gang had been causing trouble in the deeper parts of Blak Acre and today they managed to corner an aging merchant in an alley. They pushed the merchant to the wall and forced his bag out of his hands. "Please don't. That's all I could make today and I have children at home to feed." The merchant begged. "Shut him up Burnlow!" Ordered one of the members,a young woman with a nose ring and a satchel hanging on her shoulders. Burnlow, the bald man with a particularly large nose landed a punch on the merchant's stomach. He retched as he got down on his knees,tears in his eyes. "What's in the bag Narry? Anything worth it?" Asked Snyther, another member of the group with sharp eyes and spiky hair. "There's money here but it's not nearly enough." Narry said irritated. She walked up to the merchant and got down to meet his eyes,she grabbed him by the hair. "Listen old man,the phrites ya got here ain't nearly enough to pay for our protection." She said. "Pr- protecti

Rashen, feeling good about himself, walked the streets of Blud Valley, deciding to go on his morning patrol before heading over to the Watch. The streets of Blud Valley seemed a lot healthier these days and it had everything to do with the Grittshore Division. Rashen had become something of a local celebrity in Grittshore, particularly Blud Valley,known by the name 'Hell Wings'. Blud Valley was still ridden with petty thefts, robberies and assault but crime was on a slow decline. Blak Acre on the other hand was a different story. The biggest subregion in Grittshore and they hadn't covered much grounds there,but Rashen didn't want to think about that too much. He was well aware that the issues in Blak Acre and Grittshore as a whole would take years to handle but Rashen was up for the challenge. He greeted various merchants and shop owners as he walked through the local market of Blud Valley. The children at the corner invited him over for their game of Atcherball but he declined. He

In a particular bar in Blak Acre,the Goddess Spit,sat a crusty,hairy and unkept drunk. Sticking out of the pocket of his coat was a rusty dagger. He downed a jug of beer and slammed it on the counter demanding another. The workers as well as other customers found him incredibly annoying and overbearing. He harasses the female workers and constantly picks fights with the men. It was safe to say that no one enjoyed his presence,but he was a paying customer and as long as you have the money to pay, anyone is welcomed at the Goddess Spit bar.The door to the bar swung open violently and in came two Imperial Soldiers."NIGSKY!!!" One of the soldiers,the shorter one with natural tan skin,messy hair and red eyes yelled. Nigsky wasted no time pulling his dagger out of his coat but it was instantly slapped away by the cadet who grabbed his head and slammed it hard on the counter repeatedly leaving him disoriented.The cadet dragged him outside the bar and into an alley close by. Nigsky called