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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The streets of the city are filled with the sounds of guards and innocent folk running through them in distress, the heavy rain providing a blanketing sound to drown out most sounds not near to the individuals, with heat helping to make it stifling and uncomfortable for those in armor. A few guards stand in the road leading from the main square to the Mange Square, armed to the teeth with pikes and muskets, and heavy armor meant to aid them in quelling disturbances. |
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| + | At the mange square itself, one could make out a large mob of folks... Clad in leather and armor worthy of the scrap yards, complete with a menagirie of weapons ranging from timber axes, to dulled greatswords that should have been melted down years ago. A large commotion rising from them as they seem to have their attention focused to the front of a smaller building that possesses a larger overhang, where a handfull of small clan folk are curled against the locked door. Muskets and blunderbuss' in hands as they seem to be fending off the mob barely with the threat of retaliation... Though it doesn't seem like the mob will wait much longer before -something- happens.<br> <br>Hearing that there was a disturbance Angus quickly makes his way down the street, the rain battering his face as he forgot his hat at home in a hurry. Musket in hand he slides to a stop, throwing up water in his wake as he looks around to try and find out what is going on before speaking. "What in blazes is everyone doing out here in this piss storm?"<br> <br>Johnny walks along the street, being rather at home in mange square, with his half cape protecting him, his hood over his head, not that it mattered as he was naturally a little water resistant. He looks around, attempting to discover the root of all this commotion. This wasn't good for any low lives or commoners. He decides it is time to harass the guard a little, saying to the first he encounters "Hey, no good un, what's going on around here? You need any help, I'm bored to tears over here."<br> <br>Hearing that there was a disturbance Angus quickly makes his way down the street, the rain battering his face as he forgot his hat at home in a hurry. Musket in hand he slides to a stop, throwing up water in his wake as he looks around to try and find out what is going on before speaking. "What in blazes is everyone doing out here in this piss storm?"<br> <br>Johnny walks along the street, being rather at home in mange square, with his half cape protecting him, his hood over his head, not that it mattered as he was naturally a little water resistant. He looks around, attempting to discover the root of all this commotion. This wasn't good for any low lives or commoners. He decides it is time to harass the guard a little, saying to the first he encounters "Hey, no good un, what's going on around here? You need any help, I'm bored to tears over here."<br> <br>Raining again! It was heavier today than it'd been in recent days. Cedric heard of the commotion as he was leaving the guild, and hadn't much time to prepare himself for another investigation. The chainmail had only slowed him down last time, and firearms would do him no good in this weather, so he'd prepared as much math as he could, put on his favorite rust-colored vest and set out for mange square, walking purposefully through the rain to get to the bottom of the matter. He'd attempted a small spell to try and repel some of this rain, but he just couldn't get the math right, the rain proved far too torrential for him to fight. He'd have to think of something else later. | ||
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| + | The badger approaches the scene of the riot not far behind Angus and Johnny. "Yeah, I'd like to know too. Why the hell are you folks harassing these guys. Don't you have jobs? Let us handle this before you make murderers of yourselves, one and all!" he growls at the mob, reaching up to slick his rainsoaked hair to the side. To Johnny and Angus, he nods politely. "Good to see you both here. I'd hoped I wouldn't have to face a bloodthirsty group of beings myself."<br> <br>Rixo didn't seem to mind the rain much at all, the armour-clad panda striding through the familiar streets with a rather grim sort of determination, like a tiny titan. Pausing next to Cedric she nods, scowling. "Of course not. You know I'll always be around for this kind of thing. Vigilante though I might be, I cannot abide mob justice. This has to end before things get bad."<br> <br>An ear-splitting shriek cuts through the air, though might end up being muffled by the torrential rain. A shadow careens across the ground as a rather large figure flies by. Mostly lost from sight to those who can't see very well thanks to all the rain, a griffon composed of a black panther and a raven sails toward the disturbance. It does not take long at all for the griffon to bank to one side, beginning to circle the area in a tight loop. Using some air maths the familiar-to-some-voice calls down, "Citizens! Return home! This is not the time or the place to throw blame toward those who do not warrant it!"<br> <br>Standing a head above most in the crowd is Vestela. Tall, even for a polar bear, her short ears twitch as she shifts uncomfortably in the heat. Her heavy armour did her no favours in this weather, nor did the heat. Still.. atleast the heavy rain slides off her waterproof coat as she tries to make out what's going on. Nudging the fellow next to her, a bit harder then strictly necissary, she asks him in her rumbling alto "What's going on? What have the little ones done to piss everyone off so royally?" adjusting her large warhammer strapped to her back, the polar bear tried to decide which side of the altrucation she wanted to be on, and by the smell of things, the bloodlust hung thick in the air.<br> <br>Fenris comes loping through the streets at top speed, skidding to a stop as he comes upon the scene. The tiger takes a quick glance around, then saunters closer as if the rain did not bother him at all. In fact, it doesn't seem to be bothering him at all. Despite the torrential downpour, the tiger and his long, dark coat seem to be as dry as a bone dragon in summer. Some of his magic, no doubt. He scowls at the unruly mob, but holds his tongue for now, since there are plenty of beings, some more familiar than others, who have already announced the groups arrival. He gives a curt nod to those he knows and takes his place among them. | ||
Revision as of 03:06, 3 May 2014
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The streets of the city are filled with the sounds of guards and innocent folk running through them in distress, the heavy rain providing a blanketing sound to drown out most sounds not near to the individuals, with heat helping to make it stifling and uncomfortable for those in armor. A few guards stand in the road leading from the main square to the Mange Square, armed to the teeth with pikes and muskets, and heavy armor meant to aid them in quelling disturbances.
At the mange square itself, one could make out a large mob of folks... Clad in leather and armor worthy of the scrap yards, complete with a menagirie of weapons ranging from timber axes, to dulled greatswords that should have been melted down years ago. A large commotion rising from them as they seem to have their attention focused to the front of a smaller building that possesses a larger overhang, where a handfull of small clan folk are curled against the locked door. Muskets and blunderbuss' in hands as they seem to be fending off the mob barely with the threat of retaliation... Though it doesn't seem like the mob will wait much longer before -something- happens.
Hearing that there was a disturbance Angus quickly makes his way down the street, the rain battering his face as he forgot his hat at home in a hurry. Musket in hand he slides to a stop, throwing up water in his wake as he looks around to try and find out what is going on before speaking. "What in blazes is everyone doing out here in this piss storm?"
Johnny walks along the street, being rather at home in mange square, with his half cape protecting him, his hood over his head, not that it mattered as he was naturally a little water resistant. He looks around, attempting to discover the root of all this commotion. This wasn't good for any low lives or commoners. He decides it is time to harass the guard a little, saying to the first he encounters "Hey, no good un, what's going on around here? You need any help, I'm bored to tears over here."
Hearing that there was a disturbance Angus quickly makes his way down the street, the rain battering his face as he forgot his hat at home in a hurry. Musket in hand he slides to a stop, throwing up water in his wake as he looks around to try and find out what is going on before speaking. "What in blazes is everyone doing out here in this piss storm?"
Johnny walks along the street, being rather at home in mange square, with his half cape protecting him, his hood over his head, not that it mattered as he was naturally a little water resistant. He looks around, attempting to discover the root of all this commotion. This wasn't good for any low lives or commoners. He decides it is time to harass the guard a little, saying to the first he encounters "Hey, no good un, what's going on around here? You need any help, I'm bored to tears over here."
Raining again! It was heavier today than it'd been in recent days. Cedric heard of the commotion as he was leaving the guild, and hadn't much time to prepare himself for another investigation. The chainmail had only slowed him down last time, and firearms would do him no good in this weather, so he'd prepared as much math as he could, put on his favorite rust-colored vest and set out for mange square, walking purposefully through the rain to get to the bottom of the matter. He'd attempted a small spell to try and repel some of this rain, but he just couldn't get the math right, the rain proved far too torrential for him to fight. He'd have to think of something else later.
The badger approaches the scene of the riot not far behind Angus and Johnny. "Yeah, I'd like to know too. Why the hell are you folks harassing these guys. Don't you have jobs? Let us handle this before you make murderers of yourselves, one and all!" he growls at the mob, reaching up to slick his rainsoaked hair to the side. To Johnny and Angus, he nods politely. "Good to see you both here. I'd hoped I wouldn't have to face a bloodthirsty group of beings myself."
Rixo didn't seem to mind the rain much at all, the armour-clad panda striding through the familiar streets with a rather grim sort of determination, like a tiny titan. Pausing next to Cedric she nods, scowling. "Of course not. You know I'll always be around for this kind of thing. Vigilante though I might be, I cannot abide mob justice. This has to end before things get bad."
An ear-splitting shriek cuts through the air, though might end up being muffled by the torrential rain. A shadow careens across the ground as a rather large figure flies by. Mostly lost from sight to those who can't see very well thanks to all the rain, a griffon composed of a black panther and a raven sails toward the disturbance. It does not take long at all for the griffon to bank to one side, beginning to circle the area in a tight loop. Using some air maths the familiar-to-some-voice calls down, "Citizens! Return home! This is not the time or the place to throw blame toward those who do not warrant it!"
Standing a head above most in the crowd is Vestela. Tall, even for a polar bear, her short ears twitch as she shifts uncomfortably in the heat. Her heavy armour did her no favours in this weather, nor did the heat. Still.. atleast the heavy rain slides off her waterproof coat as she tries to make out what's going on. Nudging the fellow next to her, a bit harder then strictly necissary, she asks him in her rumbling alto "What's going on? What have the little ones done to piss everyone off so royally?" adjusting her large warhammer strapped to her back, the polar bear tried to decide which side of the altrucation she wanted to be on, and by the smell of things, the bloodlust hung thick in the air.
Fenris comes loping through the streets at top speed, skidding to a stop as he comes upon the scene. The tiger takes a quick glance around, then saunters closer as if the rain did not bother him at all. In fact, it doesn't seem to be bothering him at all. Despite the torrential downpour, the tiger and his long, dark coat seem to be as dry as a bone dragon in summer. Some of his magic, no doubt. He scowls at the unruly mob, but holds his tongue for now, since there are plenty of beings, some more familiar than others, who have already announced the groups arrival. He gives a curt nod to those he knows and takes his place among them.
