Assault on the Capital

We open in the heart of the capital of Ahm, where several convicts are being used to clean up the mess from a recent conflict. Burn marks from homemade incendiary grenades and discarded rally signs have been left in the wake, with a government building having its doors kicked in. We then cut to the news article being distributed by "The Ahmish Narrative"

"Flash Riot Raids Office of the Firmament"

Yesterday seemed like such a peaceful day, one would not imagine that anything would have occurred. It was a beautiful sunny day, with birds chirping and the sun setting. But near the end of that day, Treason struck the hearts of many citizens of Ahm. Like a preplanned mob, they swarmed the Firmament building just after closing hours to protest our ruler and the current governmental body. They broke into the office and proceeded to ransack and pillage the office for whatever they could plunder. Fortunately, nothing of importance was damaged, and many of the protesters have been arrested and will face severe charges for their reckless actions. However, this event is believed to be the work of that nameless fool who has been making a mockery of our great state for some time now. This self styled "prince of crime" that has taken root in our countries underworld has continued to elude authorities, so this is a reminder that if any of the citizenry has information on this mysterious man, please come forward. He is a human with died green hair and a terrible complexion. witnesses often here maniacal laughter when he and his men are involved, and all witnesses that have reported seeing him in person have also been left in catatonic fear states, unable to accurately reconstruct the true face of this man under questioning. Please, if you have any information in this criminal, report it to the order of the Moon, as they have been directly assigned to the capture of this felon.

Written by Esteemed wandering journalist, Noctis D. Koi

Elsewhere, a meeting of the a couple low ranking squires of the moon are talking about the recent raid:

"What in the hells did they get, Ivan"

"I don't know Sven. We are still compiling all of our information it seems that everything is there, however we don't know if anything has been copied down."

"What about the blacksite under the building"

"The vault door was never breached, but it appears that somehow, several of the political prisoners were broken out. The interrogators on staff at the time are also dead, their faces melted in a horrifying grimace while their entrails were splattered like paint across the walls. this "prince" guy is a real nasty piece of work."

"This is bad, real bad. If any of them are able to testify, the king's going to have our heads for this."

"Thats why I am already packing my bags, the last thing we need is any of the high command deciding we need to be made an example of. Especially if it's the robot or the Bl-

At this moment, out of the shadows a green ray hits the throat of Ivan, as he fruitlessly clutches at the rapidly expanding de-atomization he turns to dust in the wind. A Knight of the Goobshire steps out of the shadows, and addresses Sven.

"Remember Sven, do not entertain treason. This is the fate of all who decide to leave the order."

"Ye.. Yes sir"

"Now I don't think I need to tell you twice, but please put all available forces not busy with other work towards squashing this green bug before he makes living that much harder for all of us, please. If I had to guess, he will have run to somewhere where our reach is thinnest, either Cormyr or possibly Myth Dranor, assuming he's not making use of planar travel. Make sure they know that our grasp far exceeds our reach"

"Yes sir."