KARKAND SOLAS
Karkand stared upon the sun-setting sky upon his observatory. He's now a very rich general of the Army. But his glory has faded, and he is needed less and less, and such is the army's care for him. So instead, he runs his own private operation as a war profiteer, A virtual town of his own, with him as it's mayor and dictator. A town specialized in mass-distribution of materials, from food to weapons, and mass-distributes these things to the Draconians...at a price of course. And what war is going on? To Karkand, there's always been a war going on...and he knows this by the rapid amount of profits he makes, and the demand. This is because the Army was preparing for something...big.
It's the Humans. It's like the war never ended.
The 'town' he owns is pretty well-known, it's called Ezbog, the only place where, as a slave, life would actually be tolerable...as long as you don't mind factory work and smell. Karkand's slave population runs into the thousands, and the best part is...most of them have never even seen him, he's like a ghost to them, some even believe he is nonexistent, and just some sort of draconian symbol. But then who else would own Solas Keep? That huge mansion over there with the wall surrounding it like a fortress inside of this filthy, dirty town? No matter, If you live in Ezbog, you're pretty much free to do whatever you want within city boundaries, You're actually paid to do your work, and you get your own free shack house! What's better than that for a human? As a result, hundreds of Human fugitives, escaped slaves, and even very poor draconians, all come here to seek a new, better life, will they get it? Most likely not, but it doesn't hurt to try, for it can be done!
Karkand enjoyed the view, despite it not being the prettiest, the sun setting over and the feel of people ever so hard at work made Karkand feel warm inside, he loved his little Industrial Empire, it made him powerful, and a big play on the humans, and he likes being the big player. He got up and out of his break at the observatory, while life in Ezbog was a gigantic melting pot, and fair competition for Dracs' and Humans, he still knows the bitter truth that every single man, woman, and child that lives here, is his slave, and he is ultimately, the slave master. and if a revolt were to even happen here...and it will. It hurts to think of such torture.
He appeared back in front of his mansion, and spoke with another, female Draconian, her name was Saelia, and she coordinated any operations in terms of the army. She had a hazy look in her eyes, and she looked like she never had a good drink in ages. Yet she perked up and spoke thoroughly about the current situation.
"I see you're doing...swell over here in Ezbog huh?"
"That can be assumed. So, what is the real reason you're here?"
"We have an issue with one of your...umm, comrades? anyways, it's about Lieutenant General Wolfer, apparently, he's been doing a few 'side' contracts with another member of our army, an assassin? His name is Rafadark, the copycat. He's been sending him the usual contracts we've been giving him...but he's also done other ones as well, some were intended at our own kind."
"Oh really? So Wolfer's a traitor? And I assume Rafadark's one as well"
"Well, we don't know as of yet, We have Wolfer in questioning, and he's providing us with no results, and we assume that emotions got the better of him."
"It happens to us all eventually, Saelia."
"Mhm...We will also contact Rafadark instead of Wolfer as soon as he is done with this last mission. He's currently in the other big city not far away."
"Okay, but I don't see why this necessarily concerns me."
"It concerns you because you also gave Rafadark a few contracts, and you're close with Wolfer, so until we can get these things settled out about whether or not he's been traitorous so we can process Rafadark a retirement of his own, you have to tell Rafadark that his Military days are not yet over, and that he will be receiving orders and missions from you until then, think of it as your own personal assassin."
"Wait...I thought you guys didn't car about me anymore!" Saelia turned back around as she started to leave; "You're a General of the Army, we always will need you. We just are in a state of peace. That's all."
Karkand just stood there and crossed his arms. A thought passed through his mind I can't believe this! It's been a month since I last talked to these guys and what do they blarggin' give me? some half-arsed advice, a going-to-be-very-annoyed assassin, a traitor for a friend, a vacation cut short, and all done with a wink and a wave! Karkand could only wonder what contracts he could 'make up' for this 'Rafadark' guy.