a loose organization of outcasts, criminals, laid-off workers, and retired proffessionals, the Freelancers have no real connection to one another outside this Union they have formed. they generally hang out at the same bar, where they shoot pool and talk about their contacts.

the Freelancers meet bi-weekly in a number of Inn suites at a hotel, whre they talk business, predicting the market, deciding how to put their skills to use for making money, and chartering territories.

the Freelancers have no official standing President. they elect a President for the two weeks every meeting, and that person acts as a non-voting Chair in their meetings.

life is tough as a Freelancer. you are essentially jobless. but Solidarity makes it a little easier to bare.

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Twilight was walking down the streets of Durem, where he rarely went anymore except to shop. he missed this town, it was always his favourite place to live. the architecture called out to him, the population was pleasing to look at... and everything felt right here.

he'd been driven out of town by the Kuros back when he used to work for them. he never knew quite why he even did join them in the first place. maybe he felt the same way about them as a b*****d does for his long-lost father. he would never know.

but he was glad to be back in town, under the moon and stars of the city's panorama. it would be dawn soon, the horizon was already beginning to grow lighter. he kept walking, hoping to get to his destination before the golden line began to set the horizon on fire.

the sunrise was the Undead Elf's guilty pleasure. he knew he wasn't supposed to stay that long in the sun, it was dangerous for him. but he coul never get over his love of the twilight hours, hence his name. and besides, this was the only time he usually got to see the sun.

Twilight took a quick turn down an ally, and climbed a drainpipe p to a fire-escape ladder. he took that up to the roof of an apartment. he knew better than to go to the clocktower; too many folks always beat him to it. he waited for the beautiful scene.

it had been a while since Twilight's last job. he didn't need to advertise openly -- good thing, since he still needed to keep a low profile -- because he was very good at gathering infrmation, including the needs of potential customers. but he was starting to think he should. his contacts weren't bringin him any news of job openings.

the skills he had used for the mafia were well suited to private investigation, delivery, and bounty hunting, among others. but these jobs did not typically pay well when competing with public-sector versions of the same services, or else were ot in high demand. he wasn't sure what he'd do.

the thought was about to send the Dark Elf into a depression, but then something warm touch his eternally frozen face. he fet it burn, hatefully, and his eyes stung at the brightness. but he smiled. he looked up, putting his shades on. this is why he wore his coat tonight.

the sunrise always had that effect on him. no matter how much his body stung and burned from the rays, he enjoyed the warmth, and the natural light. his existence was partially a curse, yes. but he was stubborn, and he could endure it's drawbacks in favour of it's benefits.

he sped off to his Mansion, to wake his wife up.