Blood in the streets - RPLOG
Participants
Date
2/5/477
Log
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.
The guards look to the group of Freeswords as they seem to answer the call, a small mouse girl known to a few of them as the investigator from the previous crime scenes approaches. The investigator's insignia has been replaced on the clasp of her cloak with a captain's seal, and in her hands she has a rather large repeating crossbow. "What's happening is the worst thing in this situations! Someone's gotten the public into enough of a panic that they're trying to beat down anybody whom vaguely resembles the descriptions of the serial killers! The group in mange square has a few merchants pinned against the old Tavern, and will more than likely lynch them if we don't get to them soon! I don't like it, and will never approve of it but prepare for a fight!" The captain adjusting her bucket helmet as she turns to begin to approach at the crowd with her fellow guards, counting six guards including herself to aid the freeswords.
The mob itself seems to keep it's attention mainly square upon the trapped small folk, though a few do turn at the shouting from Cedric and Angus. A particularly angry Collie woman with a large blunderbuss in her hands snarling back as a group of six 'vigilantes' break off to face the guards and freeswords. "We're doing what you couldn't do! I'm not going to raise my children in fear of some sick fucks cutting us open, and if that means a few have to die to ensure their safety so be it!" The group around her shouting in approval as they begin to display the assortment of axes, swords, and crossbows in their hands.
Mazurek however, has drawn the attention of the main portion of the mob, enciting a dozen or so to pick up rocks and anything they could find to hurl up at the gryphon. Most of the projectiles landing short of him, though a male bull finally hits his target as he -launches- a tar covered torch up at the flying individual, smacking Mazurek in the chest to leave behind a bit of the burning tar on his chest. "NO MORE FEAR! NO MORE!" The crowd begins to chant, a few fox's in the front jabbing at the air infront of the small folk with their spears.
Angus frowns as he cocks the hammer on his musket, glaring. "Sure ya, just do their job for them!" He snaps as he keeps his gaze on the female Collie, thinking they would probably be trouble. "Evening Cedric, Rixo hope you are ready for a fight." He looks up as he hears Mazurek, trying to keep track of them through the rain before he just decides to watch the Collie again.
Vestela is givin a few stares before being pat on the back as a few muskets around her are raised. "They're killers! We're making the city safe by purging them away! Come on, you're well armed and could help us take them!" The crowd merging around her as they don't give her the chance to wait while pushing them up to the front of the mob slowly!
Johnny thinks for a moment, trying to decide how to handle this, before he shakes his head. He pulls free a swordbreaker that has been shortened length wise with a clean break, and a dagger for his off hand before he moves towards the small folks. "Let's go." he says, announcing "If you strike me and my soul speaks to me you will not live. Leave."
Cedric smiles a little at Rixo and Captain Lunaxia as they approach the scene, though it's an obviously forced smile. It's not fake, it's just a bit difficult to smile given the situation, especially for one so out of touch with his own feelings. But he gives it a shot. "Don't worry, we're always prepared for a f..."
He's cut short, catching a glimpse of the thrown torch at the familiar voice he can't quite see the owner of with this rain in his eyes. it's difficult to make out the flying figure, but he can focus in on the brightness of the flames that threaten to consume Mazurek. He reaches deep into his mind for the right equations, going temporarily into the fugue state required to utilize mathemagic, attempting to will the flames to die down before they engulf the griffon entirely!
Rixo flips her heavy warhammer around and sets the head of it on the ground, tugging her shield from her bag. "I know you and the guards did not like it, but... If we are to be fighting a mob..." She reaches for her horn again, looking to the mouse as she makes it clear what her intent is. Not being told to stop, and given the extremity of the situation, she raises her helmet just enough to blow into the horn. Just as yesterday, moments after the ghastly sound rings out her even more ghastly steed comes to her side. "You should really stand down. Fighting us is folly, and attacking innocents even moreso." Her spectral steed gives a hissy-huff as she slings her hammer onto her back, opting to reach under her cloak to withdraw something else. With a flick of her wrist, she uncoils her bone whip and glowers under her helm, doing her best to appear intimidating to the commonfolk. Maybe it will discourage them. And even if it doesn't, it is quite practical... "Hello, you two. I wish it were under better circumstances."
The Griffon can't hear anyone chatting on the ground unless they're shouting it. He isn't paying much attention to anything other than the crowd anyway, but even then he somehow manages to...NOT...avoid the lit torch that one of them trows up at him. It was the largest thing thrown, too. His feathers catch fire very easily because of it, but the flames only burn for a few seconds before going out. He recognizes the feel of the maths being used yet he was in the midst of a surprised shriek when it happened. Not taking any chances, the griffon does the next best thing...or worst thing depending on how one looks at it. Down comes the black body from the air in a controlled fall, landing right in front of the Small Folk to get in the way of the mob. It's a squishy landing, given all the mud, and he crouches instantly, "It is strongly advised that you all back off this instant! To the one that tossed the torch, you are forgiven! Do not let it be said that the Lightbringers are not forgiving of their own kin!" To the small folk he turns his head to ask, "Climb aboard in case things get even uglier?" He can carry a good number of them, given his size and all. Can clutch some of the rest to his underside.
Vestela unslings her warhammer, resting the heavy head on the ground with a solid *thunk* as she digs her heels in, content on not moving, either forwards or backwards. "These tiny ones? Surely you jest. Look at them, barely big enough to lift a butterknife!" the polar bear snarls. "Sure they're guilty? Don't get me wrong though, if they're to blame, I'd gladly grind them under my heel." she adds as an afterthought, as her ears flatten against her head. Someone had to pay, after all. A few small folk might be a small price to pay for some peace of mind. Guilt could always be established after the fact.
Fenris snarls at the collie spokeswoman for the mob. His hands curl into fists at his side. "So you are rounding up all the small canines in the city?" he asks through clenched teeth, "Small canines like your children?" The tiger spits onto the rain-soaked pavement. "Small canines like the little tailor who was stabbed because he fought for you?" he snaps, his concern for his little protege pushing him toward the edge of his usually long temper. "I think that I am looking at a group of being willing to commit murder!" he shouts, the rain sizzling away from his impeccably dry clothing, "Go home before you are the ones on the most wanted list! Leave the little folk to the guards." The tiger braces himself for action, should the mob decide to attack.
