Finding the Killers - RPLOG
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Date
5/5/477
Log
For once, it seemed the weather was clear for the spectacle that was about to unfold. Clear skies letting sunlight shine down on a group of twenty some guards standing outside of the entrance of the sewers... Equiped with a menagirie of weapons, including tower shields, muskets, and even zweihanders! Infront of the group of guards, there is Captain Lunaxia standing with her repeating crossbow at the ready and helmet pulled down to just over her eyes. Her gaze stuck upon the entrance to the sewers as she stares into the darkness of the system with a morbid gaze.
Rixo quickly arrives on the scene, hammer slung over her back. Expecting the corridors to be small, she had opted to rely on her spear and kite shield today. "Finally. We can get a chance to end this. Are there guards watching the exits streetside, so they cannot escape?" She asks of the new captain, enjoying the brief sun exposure on her... Armour... While she could, before they had to head in.
Selena makes her way to the sewer's entrance, the wolfess looking much the same as any other day in comparison to Rixo, though really - being a mage it's hard to tell if she's brought any different spells. "Rixo, Lunaxia." She greets, stretching out a little before shrugging. "I'd like to hope so. Otherwise storming the sewer would be pointless. What are we expecting, Lunaxia?"
Cedric makes his way to the scene, gun and dagger at the ready under his cloak, and several new spells prepared for the apprehension of the criminals this time. He, too, had been looking forward for some resolution. Murder is bad enough on it's own, but having seen someone mourn their close family in such a visceral way for the first time in his life, it was inexcusable to this badger! Hell, some beings had parents that didn't even want them! It was outrageous.
At any rate, Cedric comes up to Lunaxia, the guards, Rixo and Selena with a wave and a grim expression. "It's about that time, huh? Good to see you all." he greets the assembled, bowing his head politely. "Just let me know what I can do, and I'll do my best." he swears solemnly, clutching a hand to his chest in salute.
Asher patters onto the scene, apparently hale and healthy once more. The pudgy little dog looks a little less cuddly than usual today, his normal casual clothes swapped out for dangerous looking combat leathers (that conveniently suck in his tummy) and several carefully placed knives and firearms. The round, smiling face sticking out of it all seems completely out of place. "Asher, reporting for duty, Captain Lunaxia!" he says cheerily, his tone belaying his worry.
Issi is there, not quite entirely by accident. But she couldn't stay away from a gathering like this. She walks up to the group wordlessly. Not with weapons drawn, not yet. She was on their side. She hmms... Sewers. Lovely. Still she's not deterred. Seems they could use all the help they can get.
Today, Brutus appears stripped of much of his finery. No jewels, no expensive silks --simply some plain armor and ill-fitting work clothes. He looks somewhat ridiculous, but his mein was a steely snarl, forged by hate and fueled by rage--he certainly didn't seem in the mood to countenance any jokes or interference. He seems to only be armed by his nasty mood, a retinue of Creator machines, a pistol, and an old, dull rusty dagger that couldn't possibly stand up to the cheapest armor. Now why would he bring that?
Lunaxia turns her attention to the group as they begin to assemble, her gaze finally leaving the dim confines of the sewers as she clears her throat. "I have taken the precautions... If they truly are down here, they will not escape this day." The mouse girl turning to make her way to the side some as she stands on a nearby crate, the grouping of guards surrounding the freeswords and their captain as they look up to her when she speaks.
"I am not Titanus... If I had my way, I would never replace him. But he was stolen from us, along with many others, by the hands of mad men... Mad men whom seek to bathe the streets in the blood of our friends and family." A long pause is givin by her as she glances to the entrance once more before looking back to the group. "... But I will -not- allow them to do this! No more is what the crowds chanted when they lynched and beat anyone slightly fighting the definition of the killers, and this day that is what we shall cry when we lead them from their cells, and down into the executioners axe! No more will we live in fear of the deaths of those we love, no more shall we be forced to stare upon their grizzly work while they gloat and laugh from the shadows!"
The Captain's hand lashes out to point to the entrance of the sewers as she snarls slightly, ears flicking back. "They hide amongst the refuse of our city, they are comfortable in there believing it's expanse will keep them safe! They have laid traps for us, they have prepared to try and kill us all. But they will be wronged on this day, for they will have nothing to gloat over as the combined might of the guards and freeswords pull them out from the shit they call home!" She gives a swift nod before looking back over to the guards and freeswords. "More squads of our fellows are inside already, clearing many of the corners of the sewers... As such, two paths remain through here. One to the right, and another to the left. Ten of my guards shall man this exit here, ready for anything. The others shall follow me to the left of the fork. Freeswords, you are givin the opportunity to take the right of the fork. If you find them, do not hesitate to strike for they will give you -no- pause! Expect every corner to hold a trap, and if you cannot take them alive, then kill them and bring me their heads."
Rixo turns her spear up and thumps the butt of it on the ground, nodding. "I shall certainly enjoy watching them perish." Looking towards Brutus she gives a curt nod. "I will be sure to do my best to make sure you get the chance to give them your proper... Response." Indeed, if she had her way there would be no cell for them. She would make sure they died down there, denied any trial or even burial, save whatever their bodies landed in.
Selena whistles quietly as the other beings cluster around the entrance of the sewers, nodding in recognition to the beings she's familiar with. "Brutus, I haven't seen you for a long while." she notes, whistling quietly. "Cedric, Asher. I'm glad to see you're both here after last time."
Selena does, however, tap her cheek. "I hope you don't mind it if they're a little singed, Lunaxia. You might remember I'm not the best at cutting things off, so I'll probably be trying to burn them. Speaking of -" She replies, conjuring up her fiery doppelganger beside her - though away from the rest of the group - "If you'd like I can send the elemental in ahead of us to scout for traps or provide light. If it's too much then I'll leave it a bit behind for support. If I do find and kill them, then I'll be more likely to drag their bodies back to you than just their heads."
"Understood." Cedric replies to Lunaxia after listening to her stirring speech, hanging his head respectfully at the mention of poor Captain Titanus. The badger nodded in agreement with Selena's sentiments, having no intention of even -trying- to take the fiends alive, if the others shared his desire for revenge, then all the better. But he didn't think any among them would object to justice served without trial, specifically not Brutus.
"Yeah, I... I need to see this through." he replies to Selena with a nod, keeping his arms pinned at his sides. He nods to Asher, Issi and... he finds it difficult to look in Brutus direction, but he manages a very polite bow to the obviously grief-stricken blackback, but says nothing further. He turns back to Lunaxia, ready to venture into the sewers.
Asher cheers along with the rest of the enthusiastic guard at Lunaxia's speech, something way down deep in his cuddly little doggy heart rising at the idea of the hunt! The little tailor reflects that on any other day he would feel ashamed of that, but seeing the madness in Brutus's eyes caused by these murders, he can't bring himself to feel sorry for their quarry at all today.
The little canine checks carefully over his gear once more before following the well armed crowd toward the tunnels.
Brutus spares a grim nod to those who recognize him, though his expression does not deviate from the short, straight line. His mouth hardly seems to open as he speaks, his voice at once colder than a Thera'dorean winter and burning hotter than the sun: "Keep one alive. For me."
A big, fleshy hand wraps around the hilt of that dull, rusty knife at his waist as he follows the mob.
Issi stays silent. She'd heard the rumors and the news reports. A moment later the snake has both her daggers drawn in a streak of crimson, murderers deserve no mercy, and she was fresh out. Fortunately for them, its more likely they'll die before she's done with them. A unsettling breeze starts to kick up around her. They don't scare her, they should be scared.
Lunaxia hops down from the box as the group of guards cheer, ten of the more larger heavy clan seperating to round around Lunaxia as she readies her crossbow. Her left hand extending to pull out a torch to light as she begins to wade into the water as she begins to push forward. "Send your elemental forth if you desire, we checked up to the fork for traps and found them all clear. I'd personally suggest keeping it at the ready though, if the docks showed anything, it's that these two are anything but unskilled." The Captain and her group not seeming to pause in wait for the group as they push down into the sewers on their way to the fork.
The remaining guards at the entrance are quick to pull out bits of metal and wood to help construct a barricade along the sides of the exflow from the sewers, muskets and crossbows trained and at the ready as the group is left with only forward to go...
As they would walk through the sewers after the guards, they'd find themselves wading through water that was hot to the touch, though not enough so as to burn them. A good two and a half feet of it helping to slow them all down, though it's nothing to cause any major delay, as soon after they'd arrive with the guards at the fork in the path. Lunaxia turning around to look over them all as she clears her throat. "Here is where we part. May right and justice serve you, and remember a bounty of ten thousand crowns each for whomever hands me their heads."
The path to the right for the freeswords to take was dimly lit, causing many to need to squint most likely as it seems the killers had worked to try and cut off the majority of light sources in the sewers... There's no telling what sort of traps or plans could be waiting for them down there.
Rixo gives a polite nod to Selena as well, as she starts off after the captain and her guard, shield and spear at the ready as she slogs on through the water, armour and all. Even with the murderers having water math, she was confident that naught but the mightest wave in the sea could topple her plate-clad self. "It's good to see you, Selena, even in such awful circumstances. And yes, I will try to keep one alive for you, Brutus. We're going to make them feel dread and fear before we kill them. Maybe make them watch as the other dies?"
Selena sighs quietly, looking back to the sewer entrance. "Well, then... As much as I'd usually say that beings should receive fair trial, this I think will be fair enough." She notes, shaking her head. "I don't like killing beings, but if it'd save other beings..."
The wolfess looks over to Issi as she draws her weapons, then Brutus and Cedric again. "I remember that. It was impressive to say the least. I'm sad to see beings like that waste their talents. I want to know what went wrong - if there's a diary or anything like that, please. I'd like to see it."
With that, the vaguely canine elemental floats into the sewers, moving forwards as well after murmuring something to the large skunk and patting his shoulder gently.
After entering the sewer with the othersCedric notes that the water is a bit deep. Though at his height of around 6'2, he's not entirely bothered by the fact. But after a quick glance to Asher, he realizes it might be a problem for such a small being and with Asher's injuries only just recently healed he didn't think it a great idea to let him trudge through the dirty water, and so he crouches down with the intent to let the canine piggyback on his broad shoulders. "Here, let me give you a lift, Asher. This water's pretty deep, and filthy. Just... if you have any guns on you, try to keep them away from my ears, alright?" he asks.
Asher frowns at the deepening water as the group starts into the sewers. It is with considerable relief that the little canine accepts Cedric's offer of a ride. "Thanks, Cedric," he says, "I would feel pretty stupid, getting left behind because of a little water." The corgi clambers up and wraps his little arms loosely around the badger's neck, listening as the others converse during the short trek. He frowns at the vicious words from Rixo, but he can't totally fault the big warrior. He glances back at Brutus, then decides that he should just watch the trail ahead and keep a wary eye for traps. The madness in his friend's eyes frightened him.
Issi takes off her blindfold, tying it around her arm. Now Basilisk powers would come in handy. She stays ahead of the rest of the group, but behind the elemental. She somewhat knew how to deal with traps, if not, how to dodge them. If only someone understood Shadow amongst the group, that would help immensely with communication right about now.
Brutus's face softens somewhat at quasi-Selena's words, but other than that, he betrays nothing. He seems almost as mechanical as the devices following him, as hewn from stone as the golem ahead of him, taking measured steps, unhindered by the current but in no hurry as he approaches his fate.
Lunaxia gives a slight nod before she turns to trudge down the left of the fork, her guards following her as she works to clear the other path. The group left to face the right with only the light from Selena's fire elemental. The water not increasing in depth, nor is it slowing down as well. The group's options though are only limited to trudging through the water down the path, or flight as it seemed no little side portions were present yet for them... Though, for as often as the Alchemical Mishaps sprout up in the sewers, it did seem a tad strange to find none even this far inside.
Rixo brings her shield up to her front, her spear next to it and pointing forward in a typical defensive position as she moves through the water down their own passage. "Help me keep an eye on the sides? I'll cover the front," she offers, reading to serve as a mobile barricade for the others. One of the callings of those with armour, certainly.
Selena tsks softly as she moves on, shifting her elemental to aid on Rixo's right flank as they approach, the wolfess conjuring a small ball of light at the opposite side to aid in illumination. "They're going to want to attack us before we can strike back." She notes simply, tsking. "I'll try to keep my eyes on the paths, but I can't look backwards and forwards at once. I'll take the side with my elemental if need be, just so I can control it more easily." she murmurs, keeping her voice low.
The badger follows along, with the corgi hoisted up upon his back, he walks carefully to make sure Asher doesn't fall, looking around and finding the lack of Alchemical Mishaps rather odd, to be sure. Could this mean that someone's been keeping them well-culled? Or perhaps they were dying to the possible traps that Lunaxia had mentioned. He puzzles over the multitude of possible reasons for their scarcity, purple and green grooved and dotted punctuation marks beginning to mottle his visible fur slightly, yet again.
The badger nods, agreeing with Selena, and voicing his thoughts, mostly to Selena in a questioning way. "You see it too, right? Don't you think the lack of monsters here is... just a bit odd?" he asks the others, a low and quiet voice. "Almost as though they've been cleared out by someone, or something?" he says, voicing his theories. "I could be wrong, but it gives me a bad feeling..." he says as he continues trudging against the rapidly flowing water with the others.
Asher holds carefully onto Cedric's shoulders, but is worried about all of the water here. "Be careful!" he says quietly, "The murderers were very good at water magic." The corgi pats Cedric on the shoulder. "Cedric, I think it will be better if you aren't carrying me." he says, "let me down." The tiny canine waves off the badger's confused look and focuses briefly, before jumping lightly off Cedric's back and alighting gently on the surface of the water, stray bits of wind making his ears and some loose straps on his combat gear flutter.
Asher spares himself a second to be proud of himself for this little trick, doing a little hop and pirouette. "Watch your feet," he says, skimming along the surface of the water like a water-bug, "There could easily be traps under there too." He scans the walls and ceiling for wires, or holes or other indicators of traps.
Issi sighs. [Don't know if anyone can hear me, but I sort of don't care at this point. Wherever they are, they are going to die. I've run out of mercy. They will NOT leave a corpse!] Her living weapon is showing. Though in honesty, after she stopped one assassination, spared and spared a cultist, among many other things, only to end up with more murders, she was at the limits of her patience for this. She was going to make good on that statement, in the most horrid ways her Shadowy mind could devise.
Brutus grunts and takes on the role of protecting the lead flank. Fury and frustration could make for quite a heady drug; he was almost certain he could survive the worst hex or a cannonball to the face on sheer hatred alone, and he would be all too happy to dispatch anyone or anything assisting those bastards. With a husky command, his entourage does an about-face, and he continues his march, backward. A voice flickers through his consciousness, and he perks up, though his backward steps don't slow at all. [So...this is what I was researching. Impressive. Leave some for me, though. I don't want them dead. I want them to know pain, and suffering. I want them to crave death and be denied.]
The push down into the path is slow, and quiet save for the groups own conversations... That is, until they could spot a brief flicker of light from one of the smaller side tunnels that connected to their way, standing out blatantly with the still operating light sources within it! However, they are alerted to another cause for alarm as Rixo's boot would strike something hard below the water, causing a sharp clack and the sound of metal breaking to resound out as a rusty bear trap tries to catch her foot! It only manages to cause the most minor of inconvienences, not even managing to scratch through her armor as it appeared too poorly maintained to do any real damage. Though, it seems more than likely there are more in the water, and they could even possibly be effective ones! Still though, they only had the option of forward through the darkness of the tunnel, or pushing forward another thirty feet to the entrance to the side tunnel!
Rixo pauses briefly for a moment, looking down as she feels something latch onto her plate boot. She thrusts her spear down to pry the rusty contraption free before tossing it to the side and continuing on, this time poking at the ground with the butt of her spear ahead of her steps, to catch any further ones as she brings up the front. "Watch your feet. There are traps in the water, and I might miss one."
Selena's ears perk up at the sound of the snapping of the trak, furrowing her eyebrows a little. "Well. I suppose walking is right out for those of us that don't have armor." she murmurs to herself. "Thy know where we are now, and they're definitely waiting." She notes, moving her small fire (Not the elemental!) back to the area closer to her and the group. "Rixo." She notes, "If we can avoid the traps then set them off later, they'll have less chance to tell where we are and how fast we're moving. When we get to the corner, don't round it until we know there's nothing there that's going to kill anyone. Even someone in armor's going to get hurt by a good trap."
Cedric feels the same sensation through his consciousness as Brutus. Though he hadn't heard it before, either. [Y-Yeah... I can hear you. Am I...] a word fades out as he tries to speak in the shadow language, a bit unpracticed in the language. [...correctly? I agree. My shots...] again his voice fades out a little, his expression unchanging. He's not at all used to doing this, and it's obvious his own contributions towards the research wasn't as substantial as Brutus' own. [...their legs. Should cripple them...] Once again, the fading of his voice, and then a final few words. [...aim is true. Then they're all yours.] Hopefully it was enough to get his message across.
He stops in his tracks, looking around at the water in front of him as he heards the sharp clack of the trap and the sound it makes as it snaps against the dark knight's armor. If the badger were to step into one of these, he'd need to react quickly, as his boots serve no defense against such a device. "G-got it... traps... at least we know we're onto /something/." he says, trying to see the silver lining. He chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes darting about in a frenzy. He's finding it hard to move his feet forward, and not just because of the water resistant. His feet feel too heavy for him to lift and he might actually be a little bit scared, for once. If someone doesn't snap him out of it, he might just get left behind.
Asher barely suppresses a yelp of surprise at the water muffled clang of the trap. No one seems to be hurt though, so that is good. The little dog eye's the lit tunnel ahead suspiciously. It doesn't really seem like the murderers to be so obvious and careless after all of their other sneaky moves. "I'll go check it out," he says quietly, scanning carefully for other traps as he glides quickly and quietly along the surface of the water. He is completely oblivious of the unusual telepathic conversation happening around him. The little corgi will just take a quick peek, then skate back to the others. What could go wrong?
Issi jumps, traps, of course. It doesn't deter her though. She knows their there. The viper looks about the water, there's something there, she's sure. Where is another matter. [Legs nothing. None of them will be spared. If you want at one, fine, but none of them are leaving this area alive.] She steps lighter. Her mind is already made up.
[I do not intend for them to live. I simply do not wish to kill them before they know suffering.] Who would've expected such an appetite for blood from this spoiled scion of a noble household? And not even a military one, at that.
