The morning dew was fresh and crisp in the late summer air. The fields fo waving grass all around Circle city blew in mile long arcs under the pristine sapphire sky of early morning. The sun had barely skimmed across the top of the watery ocean. <o:p> </o:p> It had been a simple matter really. This outpost only five miles from the border of <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Circle</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceType w:st="on">City</st1:PlaceType></st1:place> was owned and operated By the energy hunters of the Amaranth corporation. Amaranth had sought, in a new era of strange supernatural occurrences, to stem energy from the unyielding power of spirits. Ghosts formed by nature itself out of nothing more than a whim. These whims were becoming more constant by the day, And the hunters and witches of the Amaranth corporation had a lot of orders to fill. Today was such a day as members from three separate divisions of the corporations energy hunters were to meet here at station six. <o:p> </o:p> From the revered subterranean unit, to the novice, but equally important amphibious unit, the team members present were picked and choosed for their individual talents. Three hunters, and one Witch, that was how the group would start. A choice unit of amaranths finest… <o:p> </o:p> Overseeign the project was a startlingly venomous looking ma. A hunter who had been with amaranth for thirty years now. Senior officer Zorin Bliith was a fearsome man with half his face a metal plate with a demonic eye, and the other half so pristine and perfect.. most people swore he was an angel of hell brought to earth to fight his fellow demons. <o:p> </o:p> Today as the dawn came, A mechanical horse burst across the waves of grass towards The outpost. He arrived there a day after the rest of the team, who had already had time to greet each other. Their Witch, A young girl who kept to herself most of the time, was a novice on the field, fresh out of the academy, but with an enormous amount of talent in spiritcraft. <o:p> </o:p> Zorin entered the main foyer, and cracked his neck, his face unchanging as he knocked on every door, yelling loudly to anyone who wasn’t awake. <o:p> </o:p> “Herald the morning, and wake your arses up!” he yelled trompling down the hallway. “Ye have fifteen minutes to make yourselves presentable to me in the meeting room. MOVE!” he yelled louder this time… every soul in the outpost was awakened, whether they liked it or not.