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Riot! Sept 6/7th Evening/Morning

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[22:25] <+Karras[GM]> ((Feel free to have your characters enter in as you please, you can start introing them now if you like. Juust your typical evening in Drache....))
[22:27] <Defined> Andrea is out in the city, just finishing her last letter for the day, flying away "*Mutter* Make me waiit for half an hour, ass.Maybe I should tell him his wife is taking secret messages from the 2nd son of a cattle merchant" She rested on a building and fumed for a bit. Trying not to think about how fun Grievous bodily harm would be
[22:29] <{[> <Sekani> The black centaur wandered in after a day of having started apprenticeship at the Smith. It was indeed good work for a bloke his size, and it kept him out of the way of the rabid, hungry two-leggers. He wandered up to the bar and rather than dealing with a human sized mug, he set his own on the bar that day. Most would consier it a handheld cask.
[22:34] * @Hawke`Thane is settled in a corner booth. The half elven man has his cloak covering whatever he may wear, his dark hair let free as he peers over a staff laid out on the table before him. A book lies open nearby, from which he seems to be looking up the various glyphs etched into the carved wood shaft of the staff.
[22:35] * Defined is now known as Andrea
[22:37] <Andrea> Well, better get something to eat. Andrea grumpily jumped off the building a landed on the street, walking into the blkdragon, looking around for a familiar face, Andrea was looking..well, fiercer then yesterday, and most notably her fingers were much more talon-y then they were. "Stew please Dulcina" She smiled at the barmaid, even though she was far from being in a good mood.
[22:38] <+Karras[GM]> From the south toward the wharf district, the hissing sounds of what can only be described as an angry group of voices begin to rise in unison. From such a far way away, there cries would be mostly indistinguishable, but the sounds hare hardly anything of revelry or merriment like the times of Genthest. It's a harsh, hissing sound, the sound of dissent, of the angered mob. As each
[22:38] <+Karras[GM]> moment passes by, the sound begins to increase, like the rising crescendo of an approaching tsunami. Some stink is in the air, and it's the stink of uprising and antiestablishment that most folks have either tried to ignore and get on with their daily lives, or have joined up in earnest, an angry congregation, a collective hatred of the current times. From the higher vantages of Drache,
[22:38] <+Karras[GM]> orange lights, bobbing like fireflies can be seen gathered together in a long column, moving at a steady pace towards the more prestigous Black Dragon district. And as the lights grow closer, the noise intensifies.
[22:38] * @Orwell flops his head over on his table, yawns, then dozes back to sleep.
[22:39] <Andrea> ((Nix my last post then))
[22:41] <@BetaFlame> Gates that would normally bar the way, preventing such an event from happening, stand wide open. The guards absent, leaving the mob free to do as it likes. A gift, it would seem, from people in positions of power that are sympathetic to the cause. Or perhaps people that just want to see the order toppled and the streets on fire. Who can say what goes on the mind of a starving dissident.
[22:43] * @Hawke`Thane takes that staff up in his hands and turns it about, only t ofrown a bit as he looks it over. The half elven man raises a hand to trace over the top of the staff, where a jagged looking crystal is set in a holder resembling an eagle's talon. He lifts the staff then and sights along it, even as he remains seated.
[22:44] <Andrea> Andrea was staring at the mob. "Again?" She did sympathize a little, but she was in a bad mood, and well, she'd been looking forward to a stew and a quiet night, for now, she'd stay perched on the building, flexing her fingers irritably and watching the approaching mob.
[22:45] <{[> <Sekani> ".. I told that lad they'd be going rabid." He snorted and tossed his head as he noted the light of fire on the horizon. He would watch and wait for the time being. Running people over was never good for the PR.
[22:47] <+Karras[GM]> They would originally have been hard to see, they weren't anywhere in the district to being with, but now through the gate, they are here and they are indeed easily spotted. There are cries in that hissing dissent, angered shouts, cheers that are anything of jovial nature. The people in the crowd are the underdogs of Drache: The smiths, the farmers, the fishermen, the peasants, the
[22:47] <+Karras[GM]> sweepers and cleaners, house servants, there are even guards among them who have stripped their uniforms for their daily clothes. It's an uruly, angry mob, but they march like some anarchist army, and from a whole group of them, a rising crescendo begins to mount... syllables in unison amongst all the other shouts. "MAR-CI-ON... MAR-CI-ON... MAR-CI-ON...."
[22:49] * @Hawke`Thane sighs and sets the staff down. He turns his eyes toward the door, but just shakes his head and looks back to the book there. He dogears one page, then closes the book, frowning at the staff accusatorily.
[22:52] <Andrea> Andrea looks at that and takes wing, racing towards the Sithire's abode. Coming to the guards she shows her Mankratro Armband she says "I have a message for the Sithire" She then points back "You've got a riot heading for this place right now"
[22:53] <{[> <Sekani> "I don't think your Sithire rightly cares, if the papers were any indication." He narrowed his eyes as he plodded over to peer out the window, tracking their progression.
[22:55] <@BetaFlame> More people seem to be flowing into the tail of the mob.. and its rapidly growing. Hungry, poor.. starving. Or just those wanting to loot. Shops from the rich are targetted, rocks hurled through windows as people of all creeds look for valuables. While there are those in this mob that are trying to make a statement, there are clearly those that are just there to loot, plunder and pillage at whim.
[23:00] * @Hawke`Thane leaves his book on the table, and just rises with staff in hand. The half elf mooves toward the windows of the inn, only to peer out at the growing noises out there. His brow furrows with worry.
[23:01] <+Karras[GM]> As hasty as the courier is, upon her arrival to Marcion estate in the Royal Church district, she would be told by the guards His Grace was not actually in his abode, and his whereabouts at this point in time were sketchy at best. If anything, at this time of night, there seems to be a general scarcity of governmening offcials about. The guards don't seem to be numerous, either, but
[23:01] <+Karras[GM]> people are noticing the mob. The problem is the sheer size, it's unlike anything that's been seen in the wharf districts, more than likely this motley group has been gathering for the past few hours or so. While the looting starts, a good sized party finds it's way into the Black Dragon Inn courtyard. One of the group runs along, huring Arangothek obscenities, picks up the largest stone
[23:01] <+Karras[GM]> he can find, and hurls it full force towards the very window near which Hawke is standing.
[23:04] * @Hawke`Thane flinches away from that window at that last moment, raising his cloak toprotect his face from any broken glass that might shower him. He curses softly as he does, his other hand clutching that staff firmly.
[23:05] <Andrea> Then, now even more frustrated,she'd wing off again, getting up high to get a good view, and seeing the Inn under attack, she'd well..she was pretty angry at this point, she'd swoop down, landing on the roof, glaring at the angered commoners. "What has /this/ place done that you want to attack it?"
[23:09] <+Karras[GM]> "Rich, foreign bastards!" one of the unruly men shout, back to Andrea. There doesn't seem to be muc rationale in this group. More rocks are pelted, and a torch is hurled upwards, spining in an upward arc that lazily misses Andrea. The inn was protected from fire and most damage though, so the flames burn harmlessly where they land. Physical damage would also nullify itself, over
[23:09] <+Karras[GM]> time. Maybe that's an excuse the mob used in their protests. They could burn it down because it'd just rebuild itself, anyway. The crowd in the BDI courtyard grows. A cart is overturned, and a terrified horse screams and runs amok. Night strollers are confronted with a pack, and they run, terrified, the men in pursuit.
[23:12] <{[> <Sekani> He moved out onto the porch as well. He was starting to get the general gist that the Tavern could take whatever they would dish out at it. Somehow being out in the open and facing them seemed a more pleasing prospect to him then facing them and being boxed in.
[23:14] <@BetaFlame> Guards! They will save--wait no. They seem to be joining in, pulling their badges off and toss them unceremoniously to the ground as they hurl insults toward the rich and powerful that refuse to budge and help them. Some guards, it seems, are just people. They want to eat, and they want to have a chance. Right now, they have none and they seem to be a mite frustrated over it. A carriage is overturned as the people inside are ransacked for their money and whatever they might have on them. Horses drawing the carriage brought low by bows as people scramble for the meat. A single arrow flies throught the now broken window, " 'EY! GIVE US ALL YER FOOD IN'DERE!"
[23:15] <Andrea> Andrea did /not/ like fire, having highly flammable feathers will do that for you. "ME? I came her and got a job! What are you doing? Just destroying peoples livelihoods" She dropped down on the porch, a rather dangerous look in her eye "And the guards! Treachery too? This isn't about food. You're being used! This is a coup and you're all to blind to see it!"
[23:17] * @Hawke`Thane ducks out of the way, back against the interior wall of the inn. He runs his hands along that staff, then the half elf peeks around the edge of the window. He calls out as clearly as he may, "Careful now, you're liable to hurt someone." His eyes scan the crowd outside.
[23:19] <@Tchen> It had been the commotion that had drawn him, the slender young fellow with silvery-white hair streaked with rich strands of sapphire-blue, his hair woven into an immaculately kept braid that swayed behind him as he moved. A smooth, tanned complexion was the picture of serenity as he moved closer to the ruckus, his hands folded into the deep sleeves of his silken robe of a rich crimson;
[23:19] <@Tchen> pale blossoms decked the robe here and there. Behind Tchen followed his shadow, Shunin, a hulk of a figure in workman's clothes of exquisite craftsmanship, his head shaved save for a single ginger top knot. "Well, isn't this exciting, Shunin? Have you seen the like before?" The large fellow shook his head after a moment's consideration. "No, Ishkal, I have not." he said with a
[23:19] <@Tchen> soft, slurred speech. Tchen clicked his tongue in vexation and Shunin grimaced, dropping to his knees then and there to prostrate himself. "Forgive me, Lord Tchen", the began moaned softly. "Stop, Shunin. It is only Tchen now." Eyes of riched emerald peered curiously towards the gathering; he had spent a few days in the city, learning of her troubles, but so far had remained
[23:19] <@Tchen> aloof from the issues. With no carriage, he hardly looked to be rich enough to be worth the trouble, especially with the nearly seven foot tall shadow that followed him about.
[23:21] <+Karras[GM]> Down the street, the looting continues unabated and uninterrupted. Rocks are hurled through windows of mercantile houses, estates and residences alike. If a house had a window, a hurled stone was soon to meet it with shattering glass and frightened shouts and screams from within. A baker is robbed, then when found empty of contents, a torch is tossed within, and orange flames shoot
[23:21] <+Karras[GM]> up the paper thin walls. FIRE. These buildings weren't as protected from such damage, and when residences rush with buckets to help, they are beaten, chastised or chased off by the rioters. Animals run in which every way, horses and cows scatter, soon to be mowed down with more crude arrows or clubs. A butcher is ransacked, then fighting breaks out among the rioters as to who gets the
[23:21] <+Karras[GM]> choicest meats. The streets are wall to wall with utter chaos. Down a few blocks, a screaming woman is mobbed by a group of men, and the tearing sounds of cloth and her shouts in the darkened corner are easily indicitave of what fate awaits her. Rumblings come from the south -- what contingent of the Royal Guard is around tries to organize itself, but they too are in disorder. Many of
[23:21] <+Karras[GM]> their ranks have disserted, some have joined the rioters. It is taking time for them to muster a sizeable force, and this delay only serves the mob in every regard.
[23:25] <+Karras[GM]> Some of the other rioters standing near the inn hurl insults at Andrea, most of it in Arngothek but given the tone they are hardly saying anything nice. "Fark off, bitch!" one screams. "Give us yer coin and piss off!" More stones are hurled on the porch, and a few folks look set to attempt to storm the place, despite the lack of weaponry they have.
[23:28] <@Hawke`Thane> Somewhere in the northern areas of town, at a certan estate that resembles little more than an overgrown, wooded lot behind a twisted iron fence, the trees and vines seem to groan under the force of an unseen wind, and glistening, reflective eyes stare at those rioters who may dare get too close to the artificially old, crumbling iron fence. Soft, sinister rustling seems to drift forth
[23:28] <@Hawke`Thane> from amongst the twisted, black bark trees, and with a hideous, rusty squealing the gates on the fence begin to swing shut under their own power.
[23:29] * Ellannan avoids most of the fighting on his way to the Inn, El now is in a tree just outside the inn, surveying the situation, His bow in hand El watching looking for friendlys
[23:29] <Andrea> "You're just after money. Simple, you're so big,then come in and trample over a defenceless tavern that is just trying to help people at the end of the day. I JUST WANTED A BLOODY EVENING STEW!!!"
[23:30] * @Hawke`Thane meanwhile remains quite hidden within the inn proper, frowning to himself as more rocks are thrown. He fishes in a pouch concealed under those robes, and comes up with a wispy clump of spider silk. He rolls it about in his hand.
[23:31] <@BetaFlame> Unfortunately, there are some that are armed in the bunch, and a few that have taken arms those they have looted. Not more than daggers and a few swords here, but they are sharp and they will draw blood. Andrea is just making them more and more angry and one of them braves the porch charging her with his make shift weapon, what amounts to a butcher knife. Screaming for blood out of frustration, hunger and pure anger.. he simply flings himself forward, knife angles to catch her on the shoulder.. or wing.
[23:31] <@Tchen> Somehow, despite the temper of the rioters, Tchen is left strangely unaccosted. A torch is flung at the building to his back, avoiding him and the big man completely. Men skulk past with a vicious gleam and a hunger for violence, yet they step past him without even a glance. It's not so much that they avoid him, as it is that most of them seem to not even really notice him. Shunin is
[23:31] <@Tchen> noticed by a few of the rioters, and while the cut of the cloth on his back is rather fine, it is clearly the uniform of a laborer; he's one of them, it seems. Plus, he's large enough to easily pick a man up in each hand as if they were playthings, so he's left unmolested. "This city certainly lacks a disciplined security force, I must say. Rather disappointing." As if unaware of the
[23:31] <@Tchen> mayhem, of the looting and pillaging, he keeps himself off to the side, as away from the major mass of bodies that has focused on the apparently indestructible tavern. "Should we interfere, Lord Tchen." The tongue is clicked again, and Shunin ducks his head, avoiding prostation this time; clearly he is able to judge the severity of the noise even over the roar of the crowd. "That
[23:31] <@Tchen> woman can fly. Astounding," the youthful man murmurs, more to himself than to anyone.
[23:34] * Ellannan puts the bow over his shoulder and hops down from the tree, moving silently as a ranger should threw the shadows avoiding most of the fighting, He eyes andrea to see if she needs any help
[23:38] <Andrea> Andrea's scream of pain would morph into a shriek of pure fury as the man would find an enraged griffon on him, talons digging instinctivly and then out again, taking flesh and bones with it. She'd toss the man back at the crowd, where he'd be dispersed among the front row "DOES ANYONE ELSE WANT TO COME INSIDE!?" She was glaring at them, hackles raised, and she looked like she was ready to pounce in and murder the lot o
[23:38] <Andrea> f them.
[23:40] * Ellannan jumps up on the porch from the side and slowly walks toward the angry griffion El puts his hand up, hoping she might remember him from inside the inn, El watches the crowd dodging rocks and torches that are being thrown at him and the inn
[23:42] <{[> <Sekani> He'd wandered back inside at some point as well, finding the box was a better option afterall, crazy, these people were just crazy. He snagged some sanctified salts out of a belt pouch and sprinkled them about in front of his hooves lazily, creating the symbols for [Chill] and [Rain], hopefully a bone chilling drizzle would take the fire out of the mob.
[23:44] * @Hawke`Thane quickly dashes to the other side of the window, then creeps toward the door of the inn. Staff in one hand, spider silk in the other, the cloaked half blood creeps toward the doorway, only to peek around the edge of it. He looks out as the fellow moes toward Andrea with that knife. When the fellow is dealt with, he sets his staff aside and begins to play with that spider silk,
[23:44] * @Hawke`Thane rolling it out and then looping it, until he begins to form a very rough cat's cradle with it.
[23:45] <+Karras[GM]> While many rioters being to gather in the BDI courtyard, many of them still roam the streets in small packs, attacking anyone who looks even slightly noble or mercantile, or just happens to be in their way. Even with the starvation, and the fury raised by not only current events but the sensationalized print that had spread, there seemed to be an anger amongst this mob like no other.
[23:45] <+Karras[GM]> Some would say the anger might even be exaggerated, even for a starving mob. Through conealment of their magi fog, and through the darker areas of the streets where the mobs amass, the priests, three in number, watch on, the split-darkened sun and serpent large chain of their order hanging over their necks, the darkened red robes familiar with the Guardians of Menxruk barely noticeable
[23:45] <+Karras[GM]> in the crowd. Under their breath they chant, two in common, one in some odd glossoloalia as he appears entranced. "Overcome those that might blind you, overwhelm those that might bind you. Guide those that are without into that Menxruk that welcomes...." The crowd began to congregate, in the courtyard, while stragglers still roam the streets, holding torcher and clubs. More missiles
[23:45] <+Karras[GM]> are thrown, some of them iron-tipped arrows, this time at those at the porch and through the window in a bid to hit patrons. There seems to be some order now among their chaos, an order that seems inherently evil, as if something were feeding from the anger that came from the mob itself. (more)
[23:46] * Ellannan looks around at the crazed mob, there really was no point in trying to talk this out, they were out for blood and EL just put himself in the middle of it. Looks up in the sky "is it getting colder?"
[23:48] <@BetaFlame> It takes several seconds for people to notice what has happened, till one woman points at Andrea and screams "S'at MONSTER kilt me boy!" Word spreads and people turn angry bloodshot eyes on Andrea. Words are shouted. Monster. Beast. Bitch. All directed at her. And their fury starts to grow, burning and boiling over. Rain beats down on them, but it seems to not chill the fires burning in their hearts. A bottle of something, probably brandy or rum has a cloth stuffed in it. Lit by a torch it is hurled at Andrea. Then a mass of stones, knives. All of it hurl at her as people press closer, waving their make shift weapons. Garden rakes, pick axes. Clubs and chair legs. Someone as even broken a wagon wheel from somewhere, and people wield the spokes. A few of them, enough to be a terrifying number, seem hell bent on killing the outsider monster that came and took a job from THEIR city.
[23:51] <+Karras[GM]> The magus work of Sekani begins to unfold, cumulous clouds gather slowly, crackings of thunder overheard. But the centaur would aslo feel a tug to his own ether, there wasn't just a massive angry mob out there... there were magics, too, a group of magics that seemed more of the dark arts than anything else. As the crowds gather, the Guardians chant, and rain becomes colder, a biting
[23:51] <+Karras[GM]> haze that becomes sleet that seems to more serve their agenda than the need of peace and calm. But then from the south, rumblings. More rioters?! Though this is not the sound of screaming chaos, but organized order. A battallion (a very small one of that) of the Royal Guard finally arrive, in a tight shield wall, an Arms-Sergeant wearing bow and quiver and harnessing a shield also
[23:51] <+Karras[GM]> screaming orders. They form quickly into the courtyard, the years of drilling paying off as they tightly join solders and advance in four lines, tight packed, trying to push the crowd back towards the wharfs and away from the terrified crowds trying to escape their wrath. "FORM UP!" the Sergeant screams amongs the din. "PUT YOUR BACKS INTO IT! DRIVE THEM BACK!" It doesn't
[23:51] <+Karras[GM]> take long for the mob to turn their attentions on the guards, however, and a lot of them start pelting the guards with whatever missiles they can get their hands on.
[23:52] * Ellannan quickly draws his bow and fires a arrow hitting the flaming bottle, knocking it on the porch away from andrea
[23:53] <@Tchen> "How dreadful. That man....the...creature-woman slaughtered him." There's clear remorse in his voice, a touch of sadness as he takes that moment to offer an unspoken pray for the deceased man. Brows even furrow a moment as he watches the conflict. Shunin looks positivly distraught and begins to wring his hands with worry, disliking the fact that Tchen is there while the riot surges
[23:53] <@Tchen> around them, past them. A simple fellow, Tchen doesn't quite understand much of the younger fellow, and while he's grateful that nobody has tried assaulting Tchen, he's clearly anticipating it. "My..." Shunin glances around, and while he's not the brightest, even he can tell when things are getting ugly. Words die unspoken before he changes what he had intended to say. "...we
[23:53] <@Tchen> should go.." he says, clearly distraught at taking such a casual tone at all. Tchen shakes his head, glancing up to the cold rain that begins. Casually he unfolds his hands and moves them to the belt that holds his robe tight, undoing it and sliding the silken fabric from his shoulders to reveal more practical attire underneath. "Nonsense," Tchen chides, carefully folding the
[23:53] <@Tchen> robe before grabbing a nearby rioter and shoving it into their hands. For a moment they are surprised to see him, to see the cloth, and the man glances at it in wonder. When his lift again, he seems to forget that Tchen had handed it to him. "We shall see how this plays out, Shunin. I cannot just leave. They may not follow the faith, but they are living beings." Still, he's torn at
[23:53] <@Tchen> what to do, and even as he grows soaked, he pays it little mind.
[23:53] * @Hawke`Thane darts around the edge of the door then, just long enough to hold that cat's cradle of webbing up. "Weave swift, eight legg'd architects." There'd be a surge of magic that consumes the web amongst his fingers, only to seek to result in a sudden weaving of thick, sticky webbing amongst the crowd. The web spell would be directed into the mist of the rioters, attempting to catch as
[23:53] * @Hawke`Thane many within the courtyard as it can in that gummy emrace, stretching between the inn and the stables.
[23:54] <+Karras[GM]> ((If you take action against the mob or help the guards and myself or Beta haven't posted for you, please PM or notify in the OOC and we'll rectify ASAP.)
[23:54] <Andrea> Andrea..well..she was in full bloodlust at this point, and while she was accumulating numerous wounds, she would stand at bay; a veritable storm of beak and talons, pouncing and slashing out at anything close enough,shrieking in a mindless fury of swearwords all the time. She would reserve special attention for those bringing fire against her....
[23:57] <{[> <Sekani> "... Sod all." As he felt the disturbance in the derp. Seeing the distraction presented, he moved about to skirt past the mess going on outside, hoping to follow the fading tether of bad juju back to its source. He couldn't much help either side if he didn't know what they were dealing with.
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[23:59] * Ellannan stands there on the porch dodging torches and wood, trying not to be offensive merely defensive
[00:00] * Ellannan just wants a beer, and the rain is not helping
[00:01] <@BetaFlame> As the talon'ed girl drives people back, after all, they don't really want to die.. someone, somewhere in the crowd hurls a bucket of.. well. Feces, piss and slop at the people on the porch. Not the bucket mind, but the contents there of. But slowly, they start to turn their attention from the girl to the guard. AFter all, they were the ones protecting the rich and the fat. They were ones that let them keep their food that they horded. Food they kept all to themselves, just to make everyone here starve to death.
[00:05] * Ellannan gets hit with the contents of the pail
[00:05] <+Karras[GM]> The web engtalges a huge group of the crowd, and for some of them, their angers turn to screams of either fright or terror at their predicmament. Some of the freed mob try to rescue them, then finding the efforcts futile, begin to cut through the webbing, though most of them just ignore the webbed rioters and truen their anger on the guard. "Form a circle! FORM A CIRCLE!" The
[00:05] <+Karras[GM]> guards hide behind their shield, staves and blackjacks in hand, and drive harsh blows to a rioting mob that were armed with much sharper and deadiler weapons. The blows reign down on either side, hard, but the guards are armoured and well trained, and their push, working with a number of Alesians from the downtown cohort in tow, begin to slowly drive the mob back. The slop is directed
[00:05] <+Karras[GM]> to them also. Rocks, stones, dirt, arrows hurl. Two of the arrows strike the guard members and they fall, but the shield wall holds, and they slowly approach the harrased patrons, inch by inch, yard by yard, until they manage to form a perimiter. "Inside! Get her inside!" the guard shouts to Ellannan, looking at the downed beast. He didnt' know the full story, but it was obvious
[00:05] <+Karras[GM]> the griffon was going to soon be dead along with the archer if this kept up. The guards try to form a defensive line for them and the inn and the people trying to use it as shelter. In the chaos some of the crowd have managed to flee indoors during the early stages of the riot, and hide indoors.
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[00:07] <+Karras[GM]> The priests are secluded, but not too far from the mob. Their chants continue, harder, and it gets to the point where some of the crowd seems to be moving an a rather odd unison, as if they were one mind rather than an angry chaotic group. Under the shelter of a secluded house, on the porch they stand, chanting ever harsher. From the other side of the mob, their master stroke begins
[00:08] <+Karras[GM]> to approach to add more the chaos, biding his time as the guards begin to gather in one collective group.
[00:08] * Ellannan runs over to andrea, "this might be a good time to head in or somewhere other then here"
[00:10] * @Hawke`Thane steps a pace back away from the doorway, then reaches to retrieve that metal and crystal tipped staff fro mwhere he'd rested it. As the guard moves back toward the inn, he holds that staff in one hand. His other hand whips his cloak back over his shoulder, revealing his suede doublet, trousers, and a wand in a holster. He draws that wand, and with staff in one hand, wand in the
[00:10] * @Hawke`Thane other, aims both at the crowd to cover the guards.
[00:12] <Andrea> Andrea would stand and glaring at the crowd, the Griffon content that they were retreating, so blood was streaking mottling her feathers and she had numerous wounds, when she was struck by the slop she started forward, but stopped at the interruption to glare at Elannen..but she'd stand her ground.
[00:14] * Ellannan looks at the mob, moving in almost a unit, then he looks back at Andrea, "come on something is not right with this, let regroup inside"
[00:15] <@Tchen> "Shunin...do those men seem peculiar to you?" There, surveying the crowd, he's able to notice the priests off to the side. Like himself, they are given a strange berth, though Tchen suspects that they are not using the same sort of trick he was. A motion is made absently, and the larger man immediately drops to one knee. With only half a mind on what he does, Tchen steps on the fellows
[00:15] <@Tchen> still raised leg and then up on to Shunin's shoulder, crouching low for balance as the much taller man rises to his feet with a unsuspected grace. Once Shunin is standing up right, Tchen does the same, his balance amazingly steady; one could almost think him an acrobat given the ease with which he stands on the others shoulders. Ignoring the cold rain that washes over him, he folds his
[00:15] <@Tchen> arms. "Those men are not offering prayers to gods. I would bet the Empire on it." Shunin sucks air between his teeth in shock; that was a rather bold proclomation, the willingness to wager the Empire. Glancing at the crowd, at the tavern, at the guards, he tries to consider the best course of action. While he is unable to see the flows of magic around him, he almost feels them.
[00:15] <@Tchen> "Shall we interrupt them, Shunin? I do not think they mean anyone well..."
[00:18] * Ellannan watches the priests all the while dodging random items that would harm in, even though he is going to need a new outfit
[00:19] <{[> <Sekani> "It feels rather dark, actually." He commented to the pair chatting on about the priests out of the blue, having been trying to determine what to do about them himself. He pulled two coins out of a pouch and rubbed them togther, partially musing and partially to active the [False Riches] enchantment upon them.
[00:20] <+Karras[GM]> The guards form a tighter permimeter, but in the cirlce they formed their numbers and line are thin. One of the guards turns to Andrea and Ellannan. "Get inside or stay outside, either way keep hold the bloody line an' don't get in our way." The Arms-Seargeant leads the frey, and blood trickes from his nose where a heavy stone had struck it. They slowly, with the aid of the
[00:20] <+Karras[GM]> webbing, begin to have some form of control of the crowd, and it looks as if some order is slowly being brought to this chaos. The guards' pleas with the mob to stand down, however, are only met wtih equal resolve and hurtled insule from the crowd. Along with the usual bits of poo.
[00:22] * Ellannan draws his bow, ready to bring down any that might venture on to this porch
[00:24] <Andrea> Andrea stayed were she is, still throwing murderous looks at the crowd, and poised to pounce. The only calming factor on her is the blood loss
[00:25] <@Tchen> As a voice joins in on his conversation with his shadow, Tchen glances down towards the speaker with a look of puzzlement. "You perceive me? How...unusual." Clearly Tchen was doing something to keep the crowd from noticing him and it was a surprise that someone could. The surprise is short lived as the young man considered what to do.
[00:27] <@Tchen> "I think we must stop that chant. It certainly bothers me. However, I think there is more then enough violence occuring. Might you have some sort of...magics that would fumble their chanting?" Over the roar of the crowd he could not be certain that was what the priests were doing, hoever that was usually a things tended to do no matter their religion.
[00:27] <+Karras[GM]> From the corner of the outskirts of the mob, one of the stragglers steps out, not seen in the numbers at first, but now clearly seen, as the numerous burned Goxal tattoos are glowing a soft, green ember in the torchlight. The peasant rags are tossed, and the dark robes of the Menxruxian Warlock emerge. Cantations had been coming from him in the din, and from where he stood, the ground
[00:27] <+Karras[GM]> was filled with sudden icy chill, and he drew all the manifested power he could summon from the Inn's own massive tether to the ley. Sparks begin to ascend up his arms, crackling harsh snaps of static as his hair stands on end, his eyes narrowed with malice. A final chant, "Kisarx!"There's a sudden sucking sound of wind.... an immediate stench of ozone, then a bright, blinding
[00:28] <+Karras[GM]> intese slight streaks from the Warlock straight into the assembled guards, the lightning bolt lighting up the courtyard and a good portion of the city with a searing explosion of light. Then comes the concussive thunder, a loud BOOM which explodes with kinetic force, knocking a good portion of the guards to the ground. The water of the air had served a more destructive purpose, and many
[00:28] <+Karras[GM]> of the crowd are injured, while parts of the webbing burst into electric flame.
[00:30] <{[> <Sekani> ".. What in tarnation." Crap crap crap. He grimaced and banked the coins in favore of more salt. That time he only etched one rune. [Silence], if he could stifle the priests they might at least have a better chance at dealing with the ninja wizard. He wasn't getting paid enough for that non-sense. He spared Tchen a boggled expression in the midsts of it all, as if to ask 'is
[00:30] <{[> this normal?'
[00:32] * Ellannan slams back into the wall of the inn, even with his eyes firmly shut the white hot bright light was still bright. Burnt and smoking, El bow is broken and most of his shirt is burnt off, burnt exposed skin and all. El lay there ears ringing.
[00:32] <Andrea> Andrea was knocked down, fortunately, she has four legs, so she's much more stable then those around her so when she's staggered back she can recover a little faster then most..but still she's knock quite all there right now. Give her a second.
[00:34] <Andrea> *not
[00:34] * @Hawke`Thane wastes little time, that lightning bolt was something he was familiar with himself, or at least was reasonably sure he should be. He ducks behind the wall again, waiting for the flash to clear from his eyes, from the thunderuus boom to fade from his ears, then he whirls back into view. That wand darts upward, and though he can't really see much to aim, he doesn't exactly need to
[00:34] * @Hawke`Thane be spot on with that wand. "Infernos," is all he intones, an a gleming little red mote of light streaks out from the tip of that wand, aimed high, meant to streak over the guards, over the crowd beyond, before detonating in the general vicinity of where he'd seen that lightning bolt originate. The wand's fireball expands in a blazing sphere some 20' in radius, before fading into just a
[00:34] * @Hawke`Thane rolling black cloud of smoke. Of course, he'd intentionally aimed high, and still wasn't certain exactly where that bolt that had left such a streak on his vision had arisen. Hopefully it would be 'good enough'.
[00:35] <@BetaFlame> Screaming! That could be the next word to describe the mob. Hundreds of people running in all directions, trying to get away from the lightning. Magic, sorcerers. Some people were blaming the taloned girl. After all, she was a murderess! What in the world was going on?! People were crushed under foot as they were shoved to the side. Then it is only made worse. Flying balls of fire? Fuck this noise, no food was worth this. No vengence worth the price. Of course, at least a tenth of the people that had formed the mob would die in the resulting stampede. And anyone in narrow allyways.
[00:39] <@Tchen> The young man shakes his head, his face growing stoney as things begin to unfold in a very, very unpleasant way. Shunin seems ready to soil himself, eyes clenched against the brightness. "This is not good.. You deal with the priests. That...that man is a very dangerous individual." Squaring his own shoulders he drops nimbly from his perch on the larger fellow, and without speaking
[00:39] <@Tchen> simply points towards the tavern and the wounded and burnt people there. Shunin bows deeply and turns away, marching towards the damage that had been wrought, headless of the riot now; most of the rioters would be disorientated now, a lot of the fight shaken out of the crowd in the courtyard, at least those not under the sway of the priests. Breaking into a quick jog, Tchen makes his
[00:39] <@Tchen> way towards the warlock, not at all certain how he was going to stop the caster from wrecking more havoc and taking more lives without actually harming the man. As he steps over a moaning pile of riot, a fireball soars past his head and he stiffens, feeling the heat of it warming his skin umcomfortably. "What have you gotten yourself into Tchen, you fool..." he mutters as he breifly
[00:39] <@Tchen> reconsiders his choice of actions. Still the warlock stands, easily identifiable by all the glowing. Soon enough the lean young man stands his ground, eyeing up the warlock, though given the recent bright flash, it's difficult to see much of the man. "You will stop now," he commands to the warlock, folding his hands together in some sort of seal. Though he keeps his focus on the
[00:39] <@Tchen> warlock, he begins a soft chant himself.
[00:40] * Ellannan slowly gets up, hurt as he was. "that sucked" coughs and trys to stand fully upright, El pulls a large splinter out of his side "ow" begins to heal as El slowly stands up
[00:42] <+Karras[GM]> Good enough it was, it explodes upon impact, though unfortunatley the Warlock was intermingling with the crowd, and the flaming ball of fire, spred out to 20 feet, scores some of the mob as well in a searing flame, their panic ever increasing as they flee in the hundreds, stampeding one another. The fires meanwhile, despite the rains, are still spreading in number in the Merchant's
[00:42] <+Karras[GM]> Square, and some of the wares are catching alight with each passing flame. Some of the local street watchers do their best, throwing pails in attempt to try and protect the city from fire -- they didn't want their own house to burn down, after all. But the chaos has seen few to help, most people now fleeing in terror, some of the other angry mob turning their rage against buildings and
[00:42] <+Karras[GM]> and any unfortunate bystanders -- at least they didn't fling lightning in your general direction. (more)
[00:44] * Ellannan begins to heal faster from his wounds, even thought wounds he got by magic heal slowler he was still healing as he should
[00:46] <+Karras[GM]> Meanwhile, the Warlock himself had only barely managed to fire a ward spell, that was mostly only half effective, the fire encrouchintg his robes in flames. A cantation is uttered in agony, and with a rush of air, the fire is snuffed out, leaving him smouldering and covered in burns, and notably enraged. Fire with fire, his fingers curled, Goxal tounge uttering words, the searing heat
[00:46] <+Karras[GM]> building around his person, terrified crowds running every which way but towards the Warlock. However at Techen's own announcement, he is destracted, and in that rage the fires shoot forth, a massive fireball aimed straight for Tchen's person.
[00:47] * Ellannan draws his sword, and kicks a approaching commoner in the face, knocking him back into th crowd, when the area lights up with a massive fireball
[00:50] <+Karras[GM]> The guards gather themselves too, some are really badly hurt, burning from head to foot, screaming in pain. Healers among them tend to their wounded, while the rest of them rally in force, ready to drive the crowd back, but that work has already been acheived by the warlock. Archers try and gather to loose at the individual, but the noted Tenchen in the fray holds them back. They
[00:50] <+Karras[GM]> regroup quickly, approaching the warlock in earnest but Tchen is far closer than they are.
[00:52] * @Hawke`Thane was still framed in the doorway of the inn, having conducted himself from there. He slips his Wand of Fire back into its holster at his hip, then raises his staff. He aims, aided by the blaze following his own fireball, but hesitates in that moment. There was another out there, and he had a limited number of charges that could be used. He lowers that staff, and then instead
[00:52] * @Hawke`Thane reaches his left hand up, that one which had recently divested itself of the wand of fire. He grips a pendant about his neck, resembling a gold circle with an 'X' through it. With staff still in hand, he begins to back up fro mthe door.
[00:53] <Andrea> Andrea instinctivly flinches back from the fireball being cast. "If that guy doesn't get him first, he's mine" She was delivering a deathglare to the warlock,though her beak was shaking and she was breathing heavily, Andrea is running on pure adrenaline at this point.
[00:54] <{[> <Sekani> The derptaur set to trying to route people where he could once things started unraveling into a handbasket. Blacksmithing just never prepared a person for that kind of craziness.
[00:56] * @Hawke`Thane shrugs his cloak back over his frame and retreats upstairs.
[00:59] <@Tchen> Shunin, having arrived at the tavern by simply walking through the surge of smaller bodies around him, begins helping those who are ingured into the tavern, sometimes carrying a man under each arm. Tchen's eyes widen as the words die from his lips, his hands breaking apart as he reached towards the fireball rushing at him; this was an unexpected turn of events as the warlock so
[00:59] <@Tchen> quickly reacted. The young man had - vainly - hoped words would have sufficed. The ground is wet and there are bodies all about, leaving him with little options on what to do; letting the fireball soar was out of the question. Teeth are gritted as he summons his energy and steps to the side and letting the fireball begin to pass before punching at it, looking to deflect it off it's
[00:59] <@Tchen> intended trajectory. Pain rushes through his arm as his fist nears it; while he doesn't touch it directly the heat is enough to burn him, blistering the skin along his forearm and making his hand spasm. Still, he's moderately successful even at the cost to himself as his own abilities alters the spatial route of the flames, knocking them off course and, unfortuantely, into the front of
[00:59] <@Tchen> a building. Tchen drops to one knee, holding his burnt hand away from himself and panting. "I...I said...you will stop..." Hardly the picture of authority, he pushes himself back to his feet with his good hand, letting the burnt arm dangle limply at his side. Shunin would have a fit when he saw it later.
[01:00] <@BetaFlame> The crowd has managed to set fire to a fair number of shops and homes. All manner of things are burning, and the smoke is starting to choke and clog the, what is now, a make shift battlefield. Here and there a few still struggle with the guards, most of them have been put down and chained already. What ones they can catch. Its not even a noticible fraction. Most terrifying, the guards that had joined into the riot seem to have all escaped the notice of their brothers-in-arms, and have slipped into the shadows with the rest of the now falling apart riot. Having most of your friends burned, electrified and terrify will pretty much put an end to any ideas of solving things through violence. You just got out violenced, mate.
[01:03] * Ellannan stands there looking at the fireball abrutly switch directions and then to the bodies on the ground, most dead some dying. "today was not a good day for drache"
[01:03] <Andrea> Well, the path was clear to the warlock who would use /fire/ in her presence...the wretched scum would be faced with a very angry griffon that would pounce and then attempt to give him a very detailed anatomy lesson.
[01:11] <+Karras[GM]> The fireball sears off like some misdirected sun out of the stars. It strikes into the heart of a small tailor's shop across the street -- luckily empty -- and bursts through the roof with a thunderous crack, the building exploding in violent fury, showering the courtyard with splintered wood and broken tile. Summoning his strength again, cantations were made, and power resolved
[01:11] <+Karras[GM]> through him as he began to try a worded hexal curse upon the shorter Tchen. Only then he was bored into the ground by the powerful, larger griffoness. The talons make short work of his robes, and there's little protecting him. In his fury he attempts a kinetic ward of force, trying to send a kinetic pulse to through the damned animal off his person. (more)
[01:11] <+Karras[GM]> Or throw, rather.
[01:13] * Ellannan runs at the worlock using no stealth at all wishing at this point his bow was not broken, in mid stride throws his razor sharp dagger at the worlock narrowly missing Andrea, the dagger hitting the worlock in the side
[01:15] <+Karras[GM]> The priests, unpertubed, now that the mob has scattered and broken thier control, turn their chants upon the one attacking their own servant, the warlock. Tounge chant the words, trying to render the more bestial nature of the griffoness under their whim. Broken and battered as the griffon is, their words turn her hatred against her foes to her allies, an unbalance, mad rage likely
[01:15] <+Karras[GM]> in an attempt to send the animal beserk. The gaurds meanwhile close in upon the Warlocok and Techen, and Arms Seargant draws his bow and takes aim, but there's far too much other people in the way. He barks orders at the other mages, ordering them to attempt to find the source of the dark magics. Meanwhile Ellannan's dagger strikes true, stabbing the warlock in the hip. He struggles as
[01:15] <+Karras[GM]> best he can to send the last of his magi energy in another outward kinetic pulse, trying to free himself from the gathering onslaught, but his power and draw of magic has waned substantially, the lightning bolt had taken a good deal of his energy from him.
[01:18] <@Tchen> "No..." he cries out, good hand reaching towards the warlock who has suddenly become extremely popular. "By the Divine Will, no...you can't kill him.." Of course, his words were useless and would no doubt fall on deaf ears. The griffoness was a creature, and the other man was already throwing his daggers at the caster. It saddened him to witness the violence, especially when he had
[01:18] <@Tchen> been wanting to stop it all. The warlock had no moral dilemma against wanton killing, but Tchen certainly did. Chest heaving and teeth clenched against the agonizing pain in his seared flesh, he watches helplessly, unsure what to do or how to stop all the madness, feeling powerless and frustrated. "Violence begets violence. Stop, for the love of life, stop!"
[01:19] <Andrea> Andrea was already in a 'Mad Rage' so really didn't take much doing to push her all the way. She turned around with an ear-splitting shriek, spinning around to pounce and flay everything with in reach of her claws, and ripping with a hooked beak, that, until now, had not been utilized.
[01:20] * Ellannan dodges the mad griffon rolling out of the way
[01:27] <@Tchen> Never had Tchen dreamt he would find himself amidst a sea of bodies, some still writhing in agony and the throes of death. When he had left Xiunha-La, he had never thought he would be caught in such madness, staring down the rampaging beak of an out of control griffon, unable to do anything. Had you asked him if he felt fear before he had come to Drache, he would have laughed; now he
[01:27] <@Tchen> found his resolve weakening in the face of such carnage. With one hand wounded, he was in bad-form to be dealing with such a monstrosity. Even at his peak he had never encountered the like before, never been taught how to deal with a creature of such ferocity and magnitude. There was only one sensible thing he could do; run. Tearing himself from where his feet seemed to have rooted
[01:27] <@Tchen> themselves, he twisted to turn and run, only to catch his step on a charred corpse behind him, sending him crashing to the ground. Perhaps luck would have the creature ignore what was on the ground in favour of the armed guards that were rushing at it.
[01:27] <+Karras[GM]> The guard were now facing the onslaught of a winged beast who they could only assume had gone completely bonkers at all the killing and maiming and burning and stuff. Claws rake and the beak tears, one unlucky sod getting caught with the slash of the beak and having his hand seared open. Of the guards, holding a large halberd, attempts to use the butt end of his weapon in a full swing
[01:27] <+Karras[GM]> onto the beasts much larger feathered head, in an attempt to knock it out. Most of them had made the sense that it had been on their side and then just completely lost it's marbles. They would at some point have to use more lethal means to put it down if it kept it up, however the warlock had been gathering thier attention, while the mages serached down the priests, who were already
[01:27] <+Karras[GM]> preparing to disappear into the shadows. If they died here, their influcence would not be as strong should the chaos arise again.
[01:28] <+Karras[GM]> Well, their influence would pretty much be non-existant.
[01:31] * Ellannan glances at tchen falling on the ground "needs some help buddy" puts out a hand to help him up
[01:34] <Andrea> *Thunk* A blow to her head from a panic'd new recruit was enough to finally make her lose her consciousness and slump down with an avian groan, slumping down on the poor mis-fortunate recruit. Now that she's stopped, all the cuts and bruises would be evident, and the only reason that she's not worse off is down to her sheer size.
[01:37] * Ellannan seeing Andrea go down, Ell moves to finish the warlock, jumping into the air, bringing his sword down above the warlock's head
[01:41] <@Tchen> What a sight he was, there on the ground amidst corpses and charred bodies. Tchen would wave the hand away as he pushed himself up, cradling his ruined arm against his body as he did so. At least thing seemed to be calming down the best they would given the circumstances. "Thank you," he would say as he met Ellannan's gaze before the man moved off. Standing there amidst the carnage
[01:41] <@Tchen> he sighed heavily; too much life had been lost. Too much violence... It would weigh on him that he had not been able to do more, that he had not stepped up sooner. Shunin arrived, then, panting as he came to a stop from running across the courtyard. His duty had been completed, for the most part; there were still plenty of wounded but he had only been commaned to assist those at the
[01:41] <@Tchen> tavern. The large man's expression turned to one of mortification as he saw the blistered, burnt arm, the fingers of Tchen's hand curled. Before the man could speak, Tchen shook his head. "Let us leave this place.." he muttered wearily, glancing around once more. The warlock was finished, and the guards seemed to have some control of the situation. "We have...done...enough.." he
[01:41] <@Tchen> hardly sounded convinced. Shoulders slumped, he began stepping over bodies, moving away in a random direction without consideration.
[01:43] <+Karras[GM]> With Techen out of the way, and with the Warlock now in full view and open, the guards don't take long in doing what they're supposed to do. The Arms-Seargeant looses a bodkin right into the Warlock's chest, and he fumbles, before a swordsman hacks at his knees -- right at the very moment that Ellannan's sword cleaves right deep into the Warlock's skull. It was almost like a synchroned
[01:43] <+Karras[GM]> coupe-de grace. The Warlock stands there, in a rigour, blood puslating in each direction, arm now torn off and hanging by the skin where the talon had ripped it open, before the body slumps, dead. Smoke fills the air from the burning shops, but an eerie silence fills the air now that the chaos is over. The mages return, one limping with notable burns. "Priests," they explain.
[01:43] <+Karras[GM]> "Menxrukian. Three of 'em. They got away, Sarge. But one of 'em is wounded." The Arms-Sergean nods. "Send out a search party. Three Spell-Corporals, four armsmen. I'm giving you authorizing powers to raid the Menxrukian temple and arrest all within. " He tried not to think of the insurmountable amount of paperwork to be done, bodies to be cleaned up, fires to still be put
[01:43] <+Karras[GM]> out. He turns, noting Techen, and beckons some healers to tend to the man, then look at the fallen griffon. "'Zaal, shackle that damn thing before it wakes, take it down to lockup, see to the wounds as best you can."
[01:43] * @Orwell issues a half-hearted cat-call at Dulcy, which ends in him spitting a bit before dozing back off.
[01:45] * Ellannan pulls his sword from the fallen warlock, blood dripping from the blade, looks around and shealths his sword
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