The LEGEND

Orgin tale of the house of Delta

1877, Newark

Vincent Deltaro arrived in the city of Newark with his three brothers dressed in suits they had won off rich nobles in a card game.

He was at the dock get off the boat from Great Highlands and happened upon a human wipping a little fairy girl as he tried drag her away. He spoke to her in elf tongue telling her she was his slave now.

Vincent walked over and stopped the little human by grabbing his hand. The human turned to him glaring and stopped short.

“Let the girl go. You can’t kidnap her in this country it’s against the law.”

“The girl is my servent girl. This is none of your business.”

Vincent looked at the girl. “Child. Where is your people?” He spoke to her in elf.

The girl looked at him in surprise. “This man drugged my parents with strange wine and stole me. I can prove it. Help me, my Lord.”

“Hey. What do we have here, Sir?” A human in uniform came up to them.

Vincent nodded to him. “Hello Sir. This gentleman has tried to kidnap this young lady from her parents.” He said basic human speech.

The uniform man stared at him and then his suit and frowned. “How do you come to know it?'”

“Oh. The young lady told me in her language. I’m sure if we follow her to where her parents are the truth will come to light fine Sir and justice done.” He said.

The uniform officer nodded. “Alright Sir. Let the girl lead us on then.”

“Wait just a damn minute. I haven’t had my say. I was just firing this girl and was about to be on my way.” Human man said tried to reach for something in his coat.

Vincent squeezed his wrist making him scream and bent him over. He looked at the officer. “Sir. If you would be so kind to check this gentleman for a weapon I would be thankful to you.”

The uniform moved fast and searched the man and brought out a stick and revolver.

Vincent stared in alarm at the stick. “That’s a wand. This gentleman is a witch.”

A crowd had gathered to watch the show all backed away at the mention of witch.

The uniform officer nearly dropped the wand but caught it and put it away getting out cuffs and started binding the witch hands behind his back.

The uniform nodded to Vincent. “Thank you kindle Sir. The Region King has a standing law that witches are forbidden on his lands. Would you mind knocking him out so I can take him in.”

Vincent punched the witch on the face knocking him out. The uniform officer nodded his thanks.

“I have to haul this asshole to my wagon. You mind assisting me in getting the girl back to her parents. I’ll need you help in case this fool wakes up though.”

Vincent bowed. “It would be my pleasure to assist you in justice and protection of the peace.”

“What is your profession Sir? Are you a copper such as myself.”

Vincent chuckled. “Of a kind Sir. My brothers and I worked to resolve issues between races by means of counsel or an axe to the head.” He said.

The copper’s eyes lite up. “Oh so your a mercenary. Well you won’t get much work here on that end. You have a fine tongue and quick mind. If your brothers and you are a like you could consider being a lawyer. We could always use a good lawyer that knows how to deal with magic folk and such.”

Vincent bowed to him. “Thank you kind Sir. You are most kind in offering your wisdom to me. I will follow it to the letter.”

The uniform offered his hand to him. “I’m Alexander Brooks.”

Vincent took his hand in a shake. “I am Vincent Deltaro Stonehenge.”

Alexander frowned and shook his head. “You should shorten your last name to Delta. So you can fit in and be sure to keep your mercenary past quiet around here. You don’t want to get you and your family off to a rough start.”

Vincent smiled. “I will never forget your kinds Mr. Brooks.”