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It has been a fairly tame couple of weeks, what with the festival and training and lack of any sort of...pressing issues. A routine had been set up. Training, breakfast, training, lunch, training, common room/free time, dinner, common room/free time, bed. Sometimes there was night time training but that was the general idea.

There were a few..."missions". It was mostly guarding the Queen or other nobles during events and stuff. It did not count at all, given that their powers were reduced to crowd control of all things. It was easy.

Recently however, the Queen got a message that the last Demarantan Union in Mendacium was closing. There had always been Demarantan Unions in Mendacium and Mendacium unions in Demaranta. Given the talk of war...they had all been slowly getting shut down. Within it there is allegedly information about future Demarantan plans and they are being set in a vault before getting transferred to a cart and brought to the Demarantan side of the border. This was arguably more important than the first spy mission.

They are staying in an inn nearby but come dark, they would make their way to the Union and place themselves above, below and around that vault. It would be essential that they get in there in small groups and get out together. This wasn't a case of failing and getting told off. This was failing and getting thrown in Demarantan jail. This was an act of war.

They were to get through the vents and reconvene in the Vault before fighting their way out together. It was to make a statement...they weren't going to go down without a fight. Everyone knew this was a psychological attack, not just a physical attack. This was not defensive, but offensive.

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Alright imma make two chains. This opens with everyone getting into the Vault.