((No! Don't die RP! Live! Please! I love you!))
The city of Bagabu slept soundly that night. Not a sound rose from any of the houses. Streetlights only faintly illuminated the streets as a heavy fog rolled in. It was what children called, The Witching Hour.
A figure, wraped in a black cloak and hood, walked slowly down the street. His only distinguishing features was the tail being dragged along at the end of his cloak, proving that he was a Bangaa. Every now and then he turned back, making sure he wasn't being followed. He turned a corner and walked towards the only source of light that could be seen for miles, the pub. Only a few people were inside, since it was pretty late. In the corner, two fighters and a bishop were participating in a competitive game of darts, but it was obvious that they were wasted, since darts were landing several feet off target. A human black mage sat at the counter, still trying to drink away his problems. And the pubmaster had finally given up, locking up the money box and liquor cabinet before retiring to the back room.
"What a bunch of low-lives." the Bangaa growled as he walked past the drunks and into one of the private rooms. Inside, seated around a large, circular table, were four similarily clad figures, each wearing an identical black robe. There were two humans, a Nu Mou, and a Moogle. Unlike the Bangaa, their hoods were down and they all bore the same expression: frustration.
"Glad you could make it, Kalik." said one of the humans.
The Nu Mou lowered his pipe and looked at the newly arrived bangaa. "You sure took your time. We've been waiting for...how long was it, two hours?"
Kalik shut the door behind him, lowered his hood, and took the last available seat at the table. "Forgive me." he growled, "Ever sssince our lassst attack, the palace has been most...uptight. There were gaurdsss everywhere, I wasss forced to take the back ssstreetsss."
"I highly doubt that they could see you in this fog." said the other human, waving at the window. "Besides, it's not like you couldn't have taken care of them. With the sudden need for soldiers, the palace has been hiring any lowlife that comes to their doors. These so-called guards probably never lifted a sword in thier lives, much less wield one."
"I refuse to get blood on my hands unless time calls for it." the Bangaa growled.
"Enough talk, kupo!" The moogle stood up on his chair, trying to meet everyone at eye level, "Gaurds or not, they're bound to come sticking their noses in here, and then we'd have some worthless trouble, kupo. Lets just get this meeting over with."
The Nu Mou lifted his pipe to his mouth and blew out a cloud of blue smoke. "Yes, why were we brought here today?"
Human #1 looked at him in disbelief. "You mean you didn't hear?"
"Hear what?" siad Kalik.
Human #2 reached into his cloak and brought out a parchment. He unrolled it at the center of the table and the other three members strained to look at it. "These were posted almost everywhere in Bervenia."
"No way, Kupo! It says here that in order to control the monster population, the palace is actually going to pay clans in Gil or royal favors for the monster corpses they bring in."
"Their using the power of greed to lure lazy or scared clan members into fighting for the palace." the Nu Mou said grimly.
"How many people have sssigned up?" asked Kalik.
"Over fifty-thousand already. Royal messengers are already on their ways to the other towns with this message."
"If the numbers are anywhere near the numbers in Bervenia, our monster army will be wiped out within a week! Kupopo!"
"Or less." said Human #2.
"What do we do now?"
"That's what we came to discuss. Any ideas?"
"I have one." All heads turned to the Nu Mou, who was smiling mischeiviously.
"Well, don't keep us in the dark about it. Do tell."
The Numous tipped the contents of a small paper envelope into his pipe and relit it. "As you know, there are monster holding facilities in all cities, including this one." he said, blowing a puff of green smoke.
"So? Even if we release them, the people in this new program will kill them just as fast, kupo!"
"That's not the plan. I propose we do the same thing we did in Cyril, and destroy Bagabu, from the inside-out."
"This place is crawling with gaurdsss. Sssecurity around sssuch facilitiesss have been tightened to an extreme point. It is not going to be easssy."
"Believe me, it's worth the trouble. Bagabu Port brings in over 55% of the Palace's profits. If we destroy this town, it would be a HUGE economic blow! The palace would be in so much debt they would either have to limit the number of people in this new program or halt it alltogether."
Human #1 smiled evily at the Nu Mou. "That is an excellent plan. I'll return to Jagd Helje as quickly as possible and tell our master of your plan. I'm sure he'll approve it in no time at all. You'll get 100% of the credit of course."
Human #2 got up. "Then we have reached a decision. This meeting is adjourned."
The members got up and shook hands with one another before exiting the pub. "Such peacful silence." whispered Kalik as he walked through the town, "But it would soon be a dreadful one."