Sigil: City of Doors

The area was like most others in the Hive. Dirty, dark... dangerous. The Harmonium didn't come here much... and never alone. This particular alley led to a house that was known to belong to a drug manufacturer... a talented drug manufacturer. A small percentage of the narcotics that existed throughout the city, produced narcotics, were manufactured here. It was an unmarked house and no security was visible. Only those "in the know" actually knew it existed.

The night was just settling in when a few figures moved down the alley towards the house. One was human, dark skinned, without hair, tall and moved with purpose. The two others were Orcs.. broad and burley. Judging by their movements they showed no fear. They reached the door and one of the Orcs knocked three times.

Nothing.

Again he knocked and waited. Within moments a slot on the door opened. As the man behind the door peered through at the outside, the other Orc kicked in the door. The poor sod on the other side was thrown back by the impact of the door. He hit the wall and then quickly hit the floor... out cold. Another door guard ran up the stairs to warn those inside. The human, now very visible as a dark man in a long black leather longcoat and dark glasses, and one Orc started upstairs. The second Orc stood outside at the entry door.

Once the human and the Orc entered the upstairs area a large scuffle could be heard. Breaking glass, smashed furniture, yelps of pain and the odd broken bone... followed by the upstairs window smashing open as the flailing body of a guard flew through it. He hit the ground with a thud and lapsed into unconciousness.

Minutes later the two walked back downstairs and exited the building, joining the Orc that waited there. Leaving the door wide open they walked down the alley... stepping over the blacked out guard sprawled on the street. The three figures made their way back into the streets of the Hive and vanished in the settling darkness.

The manufacturer, once an independent supplier to dealers and pushers in the area and surrounding city, now worked for another. It seems he didn't mind giving up a share of his profits and routes in exchange for his health. Funny how that works.

During the chaos raging throughout the Hive, several drug dealers have gone missing. Most without a trace although some are found floating in the ditch, bound and beaten to death. New dealers have quickly taken up positions in their territories, claiming stake to the missing dealerÂ’s turf. These new dealers seem to check in often with patrolling Orcs who are seen to keep a close watch on them. So far this activity is fairly localized in the HiveÂ… in an area of no more than a few districts.

This information, while public, would only be known to the locals and to those active in the drug trade either as suppliers, dealers or purchasers. The vast majority of the city simply wouldnÂ’t notice the small scale changes that have been made.

Also known only to the Iron Tusk… since these changes have begun, they’ve seen an increase in their cash flow and their idle “brutes” have been busy as they continue to be hired for such tasks by the dark human in the long leather coat. His associations and intents known only to their war chief.

Several other drug distributors have either joined forces with Izhekial or have disappeared. There have been a few altercations and turf wars but nothing serious. A good percentage of the Hive drug trade now fell under the watch of the black clad enforcer. Word on the street is that he has begun looking for like minded interests to work with him to maintain control of these newly acquired operations.