The Black Citadel, the home of the Charr. Ten years ago, if a human set a foot into this city, there would be disaster. Now, humans freely walk through the city as do Charrs in Divinity's Reach, they both dislike just going though. Today, a hooded human rushes into the city through the Asura Gate from Gendarren fields. He runs at top speed, running around the merchants, citizens, and people in his path. Shortly after, three Charr come through on all fours, following the hooded human. As the chase continues, the human runs right into a medium sized, brown, lightly golden, tanned Charr, falling down. The Charr looked at the human then puts out his paw in front of him.
"Here. Watch where you're going next time though. If you ran into any other Charr, it'd turn into something bloody." The Charr said, still holding his paw out.
The human gives the Charr a strange look from under his hood, turns quickly at the sound of roaring Charrs, stands straight up and continues to run towards the Fields of Ashford. The Charr just stares off in slight confusion but just shrugs.
"Guess he never met a nice Charr."
"Strike!"
"What do you want, Bloodshard?" Strike turns, facing an angered, blackened red furred Charr.
"Finally scared a human, did you? Finally ready to stop being a cub?" Bloodshard asked with a slightly insulting voice, his fangs flashing in a toothy smirk.
"Say that after I save your hide yet again. Anyways, Where's Kaargoth and Fahrtak? It's time for the mission." Roared Strike right into Bloodshard's face.
As Bloodshard growls back, he says, "They're waiting at the camp outside the catacombs for the guide."
After Strike gives a curt nod, him and Bloodshard head for the Fields of Ashford. On their way there, three Charr continue to rush around the city in look for something.
"We lost him. Taag is going to rage." Said the gray Charr, the largest of the three, "we'll have to track down more humans."
"Shut up Garfaz, All that does is waste time. We should be going for the leader, not some punk messenger!" Said the pitch black medium sized Charr.
"That's not possible, you flea bag. The leader's identity is only known by the top officers, who are under constant thief guard." Replied the small, dark brown Charr.
The three Charr continue to argue as they make their way back to the Asuran gate. Just a few miles away from the doors to the Fields of Ashford, a human and Asura make their way to a place known as the Ascalonian Catacombs, a place haunted by the spirits of angered humans of Ascalon.
"Why in the name of Kryta are we assisting the Charr!?" Sighs a greatsword wielding tall, brunette human, who's attire consisted of deep red leather and metal plates.
"Calm down Loretta! This is not the time to be complaining." Exclaimed a dual dagger wielding, big eared, silver haired Asura, who wore clothing of sea blue and silver cloth, "the co-leader even asked us to do this mission in person. Do you wish to disappoint them?"
"Sigh, I hate you Asuras and your logic. Stop always making sense Gwyyn." Was Loretta's last complaint as Gwyyn shrugged while inching closer to the catacombs.