Ettermire had made a fine second home for Storm Veritas. Progressive, technologically advanced, with all the trappings from his homelands of Corone, the elf-ruled empire was almost everything a traveler could want. The dark elves were also a bit of kindred spirit to him; they were somewhat elitist by nature, and didn't believe the nonsense of equality. "Equality" was an excuse for the lazy to ride the coattails of the doers in a society, and the magician was a doer. He had hardly been in town a month before he had set up trade lines from Corone, moving fine furs in and shipping out tempered steel. The allure of making homes that could be durable beyond one's life would appease the wealthy of Radasanth, and his electromagnetic proficiencies made physically loading the steel no more difficult than a wave of his hand. In short order, he had built a plan to become one of the genuinely wealthy people upon Althanas, and saw himself a mogul in the making.

All of these wonderful developments made for the sour rumors floating through evening taverns all the more reprehensible. The electromancer had heard whispers of a frogman invasion, but it wasn't until he saw the little scaled atrocities in a pub with his own eyes that he believed it. These little mongrels were fixing the take over factories, warehouses, and move through Ettermire to claim it as their own. They were armed, and although small they were also quite powerfully built.

They'll roll over this city. The Dark Elves haven't been tested in a generation. They're soft now, their dominion over this place has grown a great deal of complacency. They have no idea how to actually fight anymore.

His stomach swirled relentlessly these days, as he waited for the coming war. Smoking was the only thing to settle his stomach acid, as he let the tobacco fill his lungs and warm him from within. A fine mist laid over him as he walked the streets, spying the rare citizen here and there that shuffled back and forth between the multiple shops that fronted the street. Ettermire was a city built for commerce and trade, not for war. His eyes shot down countless alleys and blind spots; the whole place was rife for surprise attack. He noticed that he was not the only one peeking relentlessly at the manholes, which divided the street from the complex sewer system that ran beneath their feet.

This is going to go sideways f*cking FAST.