Fenryl was an odd site. Most elves were thin, but this elf was rather portly. Wealth and comfort had afforded him an easy life. Food was clearly never scarce. His chubby, but nimble, fingers nervously fiddled with his silver pocket watch. He was breathing heavily, whether from nervousness or being overweight, Mortek could not tell. The elf had considerable wealth. Fenryl owned a large shipping business. A week ago, some one had stolen one of his shipments, and kidnapped his accountant. “So…will you take the job?” asked the chubby elf. The human mercenary leabed back in his chair and placed his hands behind his head. His blue armor chinked as he made the motion. Mortek thought for a moment, and then stood up to his full height of six feet. He rolled his broad shoulders and picked up his famed vibro-sword, Calendurl. The weight of the sword was as natural to him has his own hand. He set the sword in the clip on his back and turned for the door. He took a few steps forward then turned back at Fenryl, tossing his unkempt blue hair as he did. “Don’t worry Mr. Fenryl. We will rescue your accountant and your stolen goods. Rest assured, the Teyln Mercenaries haven’t failed yet.” Said the blue haired warrior as he walked out the door. ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ “Load up people in the trucks people, it’s time to roll. Nexx, you’re with me.” Ordered the mercenary leader. Mortek had gone over the plan with the team several times. They would take two trucks and drive them to the warehouse, where Fenryls goods and accountant were being held. Well, to be more precise, they would drive into the warehouse, through the wall. Once they smashed through the wall of the bandit group, they would pour out of the trucks and attack the bandits. The bandit group was known as the Grundgers. A group of greasy bandits lead by an orc named Gorlef the Buster. The blue warrior had actually had a run in with the bandit orc back in his military days. Mortek had a score to settle with him. He had learned of the Grundgers location through one of Nexx’s more…nefarious contacts. Nexxus was a mysterious man. The sage had been in Morteks Company longer than anyone else. Even after five years, Mortek still knew very little about him. Despite that, Mortek trusted the man implicitly. The shady magic user had saved his life on more than one occasion, and vice versa. Mortek had contacts all over the continent; many of them had been introduced to him by Nexxus. There are some dark places that a man of Morteks standing can't go, and so Nexxus had proven a valuable asset both on and off the battle field. What ever his past was, Nexxus had made some contacts in some less then friendly places. The mercenary leader made his way to the truck he would be driving and stood outside the door. Nexx would ride in the passenger seat, and a group of Teyln Mercenaries would climb into the back of the truck. The second truck would be driven by Merric and Ciaran. The vibro-sword weilding warrior was still waiting for the last minute recruit; she had not showed up yet. She had come to him late last night. Normally Mortek wouldn’t take last minute recruits, but the woman seemed reliable and polite. She had even called him Mr. Teyln, which had caused him laugh. That and Mortek couldn’t turn away such a pretty face. Mortek was always looking to expand the Teyln Mercenaries. Many of the members had become more like family. Mortek looked at his group as they loaded up in the trucks. They were about twenty in number. The Teyln Mercs was a diverse group. They had people like the exotic Xiphalia, all the way to the burly steam armor wearing Vincent Dee'Ziel. All had contributed to the group in one way or another. The leader placed immense value in all of them. Should anyone ever cross one his people, they would surely meet his wrath. Mortek was protective of his people. On a few occasions, Mortek had even gathered his entire band of warriors to go “deal with” certain people who had wronged one of his people. To Mortek, family was the most important thing in the whole world. The Teyln Mercs are Morteks family, and no one messes with his family and gets away with it. No one.