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Post by Arkane » Mon Jun 24, 2019 5:19 am

The morning began like any other morning. Hawke awoke from sun rays shining directly in his eyes, causing his face to scrunch up in annoyance. Of course the sun would shine on his face, such was his luck. Ok, so it was going to be one of those mornings. If that wasn’t bad enough, the noise on the street was louder than usual, the people exuberant on the morn of Princess Celia’s birthday. Plus the tavern already sounded like it was the middle of the fucking afternoon. He could hear everything like he was down there partaking in the festivities. With a tired growl, he rolled over onto his stomach, his eyes slowly opening. He lingered for a moment, before rolling out of bed and reluctantly stretching. He could’ve used a few more hours of sleep. Nothing to do now, but get the hell out of this city. He didn’t know where he was going to go next, but the person he had been half heartedly searching for, was definitely not here. He had no other leads either, so it was unfortunately back to wandering.

He stood up and silently got dressed. With the intention of leaving that day, he had fully equipped himself in his black leather armour and cowl, Hawke also equipping his daggers and his bow and arrow. He slung his small bag that was full of his supplies and other items, over one shoulder, the man looking like he was ready to gut someone. Relax, he just needed some breakfast and maybe a shot or two and he’d be in a slightly more cheery mood. Descending the stairs, he entered the tavern common room and found an empty table. The barmaid reluctantly came over to ask for his order, which he gave her with no trouble. Too early in the morning. He leaned back in his chair, waiting for his food and drink to arrive, his gold coloured eyes scanning the rest of the tables. Nobody he knew, though there were some familiar faces.

His fingers began to subconsciously tap against the wooden table, Hawke beginning to get inpatient as he waited for his meal to arrive. The outside celebrations seemed to grow louder and then—screams. “The hell,” he muttered, as clueless as everyone else in the room as to what was going on. The screams intensified and it became apparent quite quickly that something was not right. He shot up abruptly, shoving other patrons out of his way as he moved over to the window. Outside was chaos. Innocent people were being hunted and slaughtered by an unknown force, Hawke’s eyes narrowing as he saw one of the culprits shove his sword through an unlucky civilian. There were dead bodies and blood littering the street. From the rooftops, he could see the enemy raining arrows down on the fleeing people, as the skies filled with smoke from burning buildings. This was a staged attack. No random force was this calculated in their assault if it wasn’t planned ahead of time. But why kill innocent people on such a grandiose scale? What was their purpose? So many unknowns, the gears were turning in Hawke’s mind. He may have been a no good rogue, but he was an intelligent one.

...and this was life or death. He flinched when an arrow whizzed towards the window he was looking out of, the flaming projectile piercing the outside wall of the tavern, narrowly missing him. “Holy, shit,” he said, moving away from the wall, adrenaline already spiking his bloodstream. “Everyone OUT!! They’re setting the building on fire!,” he yelled, warning the others. Upon hearing this, everyone scattered in a frenzy. Some tavern patrons panicked and ran through the front door, only to meet an unfortunate end. He leapt onto a table and slid across it, landing in front of the bar, which was currently unattended. He hopped over the bar counter in an acrobatic fashion, swiping the city map that was hanging on the wall behind the counter. He needed to get out of this city alive...but how, how?! What did he remember when he traversed the streets of the city over the three days he was there?

He hastily studied the map, Hawke ducking when he heard the tavern windows shatter as the glass was broken. He’d need to leave soon before the flames caught. With the knowledge from the map and his street smarts, he realized the best way to exit the city would be through the sewers. It would be safe from the sniping arrows and the dangerous city streets, as he highly doubted the gates would be an option.

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Post by malva » Mon Jun 24, 2019 9:52 pm

She wasn't gonna leave the city the same day she had arrived. No way. Fleeing and wandering around was tiring so her muscles needed some rest. There was no actual reason to doubt Liandril, but Aelynn was just too stubborn. After all, what kind of attack on the royal family could even be so terrible that she wouldn't be able to escape? There were far more helpless citizens around. The elf hadn't given her a lot of details, but a marked map and the hint to flee through the east gate. That should suffice if she got in danger. Yet she wanted to be at least a little prepared if things would go south the next day...

After her escape from the prison, Aelynn still missed a lot of her stuff she would never get back. Luckily her knives had been stored with the lute, and on her way out she had been able to steal a shortsword from one of the guards. With some loose copper and silver, she had bought basic supplies, but she was still carrying everything around in the pouches on her belt.
After inspecting her small, modest room, Aelynn left the tavern to get some shopping done. After all, she only stole to afford the things she really needed—usually. It didn't take her long to find the shops she was looking for. Without much bargaining she purchased a knife, utensils to make light and fire, a backpack and a sack to carry her stuff and some other practical items which she had needed a couple of times before. The sun had already set when Aelynn entered the Blushing Maiden again. She felt a few sceptical looks on herself, as she made her way through the tables and chairs, but ignored them easily. "Good night!", she told the barkeeper, went upstairs and took her boots, leather armour and pants off. Her stuff was scattered across the room, just as she was sprawled out on her bed, too tired to pack and arrange everything. With a small brush, she tried to untangle her hair but gave up when it got stuck. "Dammit!" Seemed like she would sneak into that ceremony with a mess on her head.

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Aelynn had overslept. Naturally. Originally she had planned to wake up earlier to pack her things, still have time to assess the situation and get to the festivities. Now the noise and excited shouting from the streets woke her up. Still in a doze, she got up and dressed. As always she wore her white blouse underneath the leather armour, a pair of robust pants and practical, almost worn out leather boots. Her knives were strapped to her thighs and the shortsword found its place at her hip. Attached to her belt were her new waterskin, a pouch filled with half of her fortune (the other half safely stashed in her backpack) and a larger pouch at her back with some essentials. "C'mon, it's only an anniversary and a birthday. No reason to lose it like that", she sighed, as the shouts got louder and more piercing. It almost seemed, as if the whole city was screaming. From below came loud trampling and yelling, too, not sounding as joyous anymore. Suddenly it dawned on Aelynn. Hastily she pulled open the window and was welcomed by scorching heat and excruciating cries of pain. "Holy shit!" she gasped, gagging. A pandemonium presented itself: People ran around panicking, burning alive, screaming in agony. They were massacred by heavily armed and armoured figures. Blood, smoke and burnt flesh mixed to build a torturing stench. In comparison, William's odour was a flowery meadow. Deathbringing arrows cut through the air and Aelynn could already see the flames licking on the tavern's walls. Maybe she shouldn't have taken the warnings so lightly. As she rushed away from the window to dig for her hood, she smashed her Head into the frame, increasing her cussing.
Had the smelly man known all along, that she would need the cloak today? Why hadn't they warned the whole city, if William and Liandril both already knew what was going to happen? Maybe at least the children could have been saved. A disturbing though crept in her mind: Perhaps it was them who were behind this whole attack and the marked spot on the map was the place the assassins would meet after completing their mission. Why would anyone even plan something like this? What were they trying to accomplish by wiping out a whole city? There's no time to hesitate, she scolded herself. Aelynn had stuffed all her possessions into her backpack and swung it over her shoulder as she was already storming out of the room. She carried the lute around her shoulders, careful not to lose it.

A male voice ordered everyone to get out and save themselves from the fire. Downstairs the chaos was worse than Aelynn had expected. Chairs and Tables were knocked over; through the openings in the wall, where once the windows had been, dead bodies were visible, lining the street. A small child cowered next to its mother, crying, only to be met by the same fate as her. The tavern floor was covered in glass. Aelynn could only make out a few more people in the room. One man in full leather armour was studying a map, clearly ready to escape at any moment. She recognized him as the guy who had been called her manservant by the elf.
Inhaling the wads of smoke that began to fill the tavern, she coughed and retched a little. "HEY!", she bawled nonetheless, "I know how to get to safety once outside the city walls! Any ideas how to get through this hell hole? There are safe wagons at the east gate. No time for questions!" Immediately she pressed the shroud on her mouth to ward off the smoke. On her way down she had folded the map small enough to stuff it in the side of her right boot, so no one unauthorized would get their hands on it. She couldn't wait for long. Every second counted if you stood in a burning building while ruthless killers raged right in front of it. Aelynn had luck knowing about the safe hiding spot. It was only logical and morally right to give others the same opportunity.
Her heartbeat echoed in her head, adrenaline rushing through her veins, yet her demeanour was calm and collected. Every fibre in her body tensed up as she rested her eyes on the door, ready to fight anything that would cross her way.

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Post by kood » Mon Jun 24, 2019 10:16 pm

Alain wakes up to the sounds of screaming and raging fires and leaps to his feet, then runs to his room. He gets to his room and starts putting all the armour pieces in a makeshift sack of bed sheets and such, before tossing it over his shoulder and running downstairs.

He gets to the bottom and overhears a conversation about the east gate being safe he finds the face that belongs to the voice, then he asks almost pleadingly "can I come along? I'm sorta new here and don't know anything about the layout and I would be eternally grateful to you if you allowed me to accompany you."

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Post by GUVII » Tue Jun 25, 2019 12:51 am

Moon slowly wakes up from the fighting in the city, as she wonders what is with all the commotion, but she felt a little dizzy, disconnected from the life around her as if something horrible happened. She looked at the bloodstained streets within the town, riddled with bodies of all sorts. It was obvious that something ill happened and is still going on as she assessed the situation. She stood up slowly as her dressed flaked off slowly to reveal her original uniform. “I have to help these people somehow” she stated while looking around for means to traverse around the city without being detected by armed forces that intend to destroy it.

Hopping out of the wagon, she walks towards the gate and enters while being careful. She spots a manhole cover for the sewers, and thought that if people were desperate, they will seek the best way out. So far it would seem the only way out was underground or pretending to be a soldier who is attacking the city. Moon slowly pry’s off the manhole cover with her scythe, using it as a leverage arm then pops it off slightly. She isn’t heavy enough to get it off entirely, but this doesn’t stop her.

She raises her scythe like a gulf club, and with a mighty swing she hits the cover off as it fly’s up into the air, hitting a sniper in the back of the head making a loud “DONG!!” sound, as if a church bell was rung. The body falls on the rooftop as the manhole sides off the roof, crushing another in the streets below. Moon pants quietly as that took a lot of energy to do, as she already used up a good bit of not only her stamina, but her mana to propel the cover a good distance.

Slowly, Moon climbs down into the sewer as rats scurry away from the fighting and towards her, but she didn’t mind them, it was only their instincts that saved them from the fires above, as they flee for safety. She pushes on in the dark with her glowing blue eyes, she had to save someone, anyone really… already a lot of people died this day and she felt powerless to stop it.

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Post by Stella___ » Tue Jun 25, 2019 5:04 am

Ariazes stretched her legs, yawning. Wishing she had chosen to sleep in a bit longer. She knew she had to get up early enough to climb onto a roof near the castle’s courtyard without being noticed. She watched the crowd grow as the sun came up. It was turning out to be a beautiful day in Astore. She watched as the royal family came out. The crowd cheered while they walked down the castle steps.

She dropped to her back flattening herself as she heard the scream of an arrow. Her stomach dropped when she heard a woman’s voice cry out before she heard another arrow be set free. She wasn’t alone on the rooftops. She flipped over, grabbed her quarterstaff and crawled her away to the edge of the roof as more screams reached her ears. She barely landed on a window seal. Footsteps above her making her hold as still as she could. Luckily they moved to the other side of the roof towards the castle. She makes it the rest of the way down. Citizens were running everywhere she looked. She cursed as she shoved her way through the crowd to a less direct but hopefully more abandon path out of the city.

Smoke burnt her nose as she breathed in running for her life through the streets. They are trying to burn everything and force people onto the streets. She put on her bone mask for protection. After a few turns and too many close calls, she glances over her shoulder as she takes the next street bumping into someone. Heat was radiating from her left. From the man’s hand. She pushes against his chest putting in a few steps of distance. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw his mask on his belt. His bone mask. It was like hers but from a different beast. Her eyes shifted to his face then to a bow attached to his back.

“What did you do?” She stared into his eyes looking for some sort of regret even though she knew she wouldn’t find any. Not from him. Not with their training. Taking assassin jobs was one thing but being used as pawns to take down a kingdom was too far. If anyone found out their involvement, everyone would be killed. “WHAT DID YOU DO?” She repeated, unable to keep her emotions in check. She stumbles back a few more feet before running in the opposite direction. She could feel a tear running down her cheek but wasn’t sure if it was from all the smoke as the city is engulfed with more flames by the second or shock that she might know who shot the fatal arrow.

Need to keep moving. Gagging on the sickeningly sweet smell of blood clashing with the bitterness of flesh and hair. The world seemed to be stuck in red, orange, and black hues around her. She almost crashed into a wall as she ran into a dead end. Spinning around she could hear fists slamming and people hitting the pavement.. On the ground, she notices a sewer cover. She lifts it enough to be able to shift it to the side and jumps down. She takes a deep breath as her headache resides a bit. Smoke and the chaos above seemed muted after she pulled the cover back in place.

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Post by Celia Rose » Thu Jun 27, 2019 5:32 am

Image Celia had gone about her morning like she did every year. She went along with all the preparations, everyone being much more emotional than she was. It was just another day and another birthday. The celebrations was mainly for her parents anyways. It made them happy, so it made her happy.

After the whirlwind of getting ready, she was facing her parents and smiled lightly. She held onto their hands as she followed them. Everything that happened next seemed to be in slow motion. Her father's pause caused her to stop and look towards him as she saw the arrow and felt him let go of her hand. "D...dad-" staring in horror, she barely even got to finish when she heard something else, looking to see another arrow hit her mother too. Tears welled up in her eyes as screams filled the air. She didn't know when someone came up behind her, but she felt herself grabbed and pulled away. The sound she heard was most likely the arrow that was meant for her. She stared up at the man, not being able to say anything before she was unceremoniously hoisted up onto his shoulder. Had she not watched her parents be murdered right next to her, she most likely would have tried to fight back.

She looked back towards him slightly when he talked to the guards, then noticed him toss the ring. She tried to reach for it when she saw what it was, but she was too high up to reach it. She didn't know why the man had it, or why he would just throw it away like it meant nothing. It meant everything to her. It was probably one of the only things she'd have of her parents beyond what she was wearing.

"W...who.. .are you...? Why.... why...." she couldn't even finish her sentence.
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Post by G.E.C.K.O. » Thu Jun 27, 2019 5:03 pm

Viscard had gotten up early that morning, the sun hadn't risen yet, when he woke up. He had polished all of his armour and his mace and had washed his surcoat. The tribute to the royal family was still wrapped in the silk cloth. He after he put on his armour, shield and mace he really was a knight in shining armour. He headed off to the "Blushing Maiden" to get something in his belly and walked toward the entrance of the castles courtyard.

Once he entered he saw that it wouldn't be easy to get to the king to hand him the tribute. There were already lots of people inside. But the handing over of the presents were at early afternoon. Waiting for the festivities to begin Viscard had a chat with a few other people in the courtyard. There were some other people, who would hand over presents to the royal family, from all over Astoria. And some armoured men who looked like they were in a bad mood. Viscard thought nothing of it, they probably had a bad night or were annoyed at the fact, that they had to get up early to have a place to stand. As time wore on the yard became more and more crowded and soon enough the balcony-doors were opened.

Suddenly the annoyed looking chaps in front of Viscard pulled out swords and there was the sound of an arrow hitting a body, as Viscard looked up he saw who the arrow had hit. Then there was the same sound again and the queen went limp. There was th sound of a third arrow, at that moment Viscard pulled out his mace, unstrapped his shield from his back and instead, strapped the tribute to his back. As the mass-panic started arrows started to rain from the rooftops his first instinct was to hide under his shield but he suppressed that instinct an gathered children to hide under his shield. Though some children didn't keep up and were killed, he got most of them to safty, non the less, it was a harrowing experience. He scanned the area for exit points, he saw a massive crowd forming at the main gate, there were barred metal doors and a drainage grate in the centre of the courtyard, where he thought they might have a better chance at escaping. Viscard told the children to run and carry his shield over their heads, as they did he followed close behind. Suddenly he was hit on the back of the head and fell, it was fortunate, that he wore a helmet. As he tried to get up, he was kicked in the back, but in a heartbeat Viscard grabbed the foot and pulled the attacker to the ground. Viscard got up at he same time as the attacker and smashed his mace into the guy's chest. The young man thew up blood and collapsed, in one swift motion Viscard broke his enemy's neck. Then Viscard hurried to catch up to the children, he noticed they had gotten some attention from both the assassins and the peasants. With the help of a strong man Viscard was able to heave up the grate, then he said:"Women and children first!" And shoved the nearest ones down the hole. It was obvious that they had landed because of the cracking and squelch that could be heard. Most of the children had jumped down one after the other, once it was clear no one else would jump, Viscard did. He held onto the edge and tried to let himself down slowly, such didn't work. He fell but the dead children cushioned his fall. He took back his shield and as he crouched, he felt pain in his left leg.
Viscard checked the children for loot, they were human after all. If they hadn't been, he'd felt sorry for them but humans had harassed him all his life and he kind of disliked them. He found some money and crawled down the tunnel.

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If you now feel disturbed or feel like the author has mental issues please go to the next psychologist or mental care centre.

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The author of this text has not got any mental issues, he just read too many norse myths.

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Post by Cheanlenu » Thu Jun 27, 2019 11:44 pm

William continues running up the stairs, to try and put as much distance as he could between the false knights, and princess Celia. He darts down the east wing hall once at the top. He then responds to princess Celia's questions. His words slightly labored with carrying Celia, and running at top speed. "Well Princess Celia, you can call me William, and as to the why....Well I can not say for certainty. Right now my only goal is to get you out of this death trap alive. Rest assured, I am not your enemy. Nor am I part of the people responsible. I have friends holding the east gate tot he city, and trying to get as many out as we can. However we are but a small force, and ill prepared for the scale of this attack. We can discuss more once we are safe. Just hold on. Either we make it out, or both die trying." William suddenly skids to a halt, falling to his butt as he turns a corner. There ten feet around in the next hall are six men armed with crossbows. William exclaims, "Really, wax! Who were they expecting today?" He jumps to the side, pulling Celia down to his chest. His back hits a set of doors, bursting them open as a set of bolts pin to the floor where they just were. Letting go of Celia. He quickly slams the doors shut, and shoves a chair next to the doors under the handles. He quickly scans the room, and runs to the window looking out.

He then quickly takes off his tattered cloak, and wraps his hand. He strikes the central pains of the window causing it to shatter, and collapse to the floor. Celia would now see the arrow sticking out of his back. The arrow that was meant for her, but lodged into his. It broke when he hit the doors, but the shaft is still visible. She can also see that under his tattered clothing is armor. An odd looking type of banded mail, and a backpack held flat by ropes. He sticks his hand out the open window, saying. "My sacrifice is myself, and I call upon the flame. Collect now within me, and grant my desire. Burst forth in the colors of the sky, and alert all who see. Ignis flare!" From his hand shoots a blue ball of light that flies way up into the sky. It bursts sending out streams of blue. He rushes back over to Celia. "You took your flying medicine this morning right?" He picks her up into a princess carry, and rushes to the window. His right foot on the sill as the door bursts open. "Well Celia. Looks like we overstayed our welcome." With that he leaps out the window, and rotates himself to be below Celia. He shields her with his body as they fall through the roof of the building below. They crash through the roof, and once more through the floor of the second story. Crashing to a landing on a table on the ground floor.

This time however he is a bit slower to get up, and says winded. "So you forgot to take your medicine." He coughs, and spits blood. "Well it wont take long till they find us. We have to move. Are you all right? Good (Coughs), lets go." He quickly wraps his cloak around Celia, and kicks open the door. Taking a moment to think, and picks Celia back up again saying. "Not the shoes to wear for running for your life. Just bear with me a bit longer." He takes off running, but much slower now. His breathing is quite labored now. All around bodies lay in pools of blood, burning, impaled, or full of arrows. He darts down several alleys that are passable, and avoids the main roads as much as possible. The east gate is nearly visible in the distance as his strength gives out. His legs buckle, and down to his knees he goes. In the distance four armored dark sylvan rush to where they are. He looks up at them, and laughs painfully. He starts speaking in dark sylvan. The four women nod, and lift him and Celia up. They motion for Celia to follow them, as the other two carry William. He raises his right hand, and extends his thumb saying. "Success, the damsel has been rescued. Don't worry Princess Celia. They are friends, and I will explain (his words begin to fade) more....later." His head slumps, and his body falls limp. The two carrying him begin to rush shouting at each other in dark sylvan. The only word Celia can make out is a name, Liandril.

Once in the sewers Moon finds the streets aren't the only place riddled with bodies. There are however fewer here than above in the streets. Something is strange though. Most of the bodies do not look like the average citizens seen above. The bodies of the people down in the sewers look like they are wearing a type of uniform. Like something one would wear under military armor. There is no rhyme or reason to their positioning, but by the chaos of their locations. They did not die down here, but rather were dumped here. None of them are wearing anything on their feet either. The tunnels are crafted cobblestone, and are roughly 1.7 meters in height. They are wide enough for three people to walk side by side, and have raised sides for foot travel. The center of the tunnel is dominated by a channel filled with what looks to be sludge. It is thick, black, and moving slowly. Pieces of various things can be seen popping in and out of it as it flows. Aside from the sounds of muffled screams from above, and the rats scurrying away. Sounds of movement, footsteps, and muffled talking can be heard echoing down the tunnels. Two more sounds of metal being moved can be heard echoing down the tunnels. Where from is anyone's guess through the spiderweb of tunnels beneath the city.

Ariazes finds the tunnels dark, damp, and unforgiving in stench. Rats scurry away in the direction of the flow of the sludge, that flows down the middle of the tunnel. The tunnel is 1.7 meters high giving plenty of room to stand, and the sides are raised to walk on outside the sludge canal in the middle. Sounds of footsteps, talking, and screams of pain echo through the tunnels. Two sounds, a few moments apart of metal openings being moved, can be heard down the tunnels. However their direction almost impossible to discern. The spiderweb of tunnels go off in all directions, and blanket the underside of the city. There are even bodies down here, but not like the ones above. These bodies look different, and are dressed uniformly. All their boots seem to be missing as well. There is very little blood where they rest scattered about, with a quick assumption they did not die here, but rather dumped here after death.

As Viscard lands on the pile of innocent children with several loud crunches of tiny bones breaking. A few last labored breaths of some that survived the fall, only to have their rib cages crushed under the armored body landing on top of them. Blood slowly flows out from under the pile of crushed, and mutilated children. Some of their faces still locked in the horrified death stare of their last moments in agony. Some their faces were to mutilated to make out what their last moments saw. After searching what bodies he could from the pile, Viscard finds a grand total of one copper coin. It to was ripped from the neck of one child. It appears that it was made into a necklace, and held some highly sentimental value. Other than the pool of blood from the tiny crushed bodies the room Viscard landed in is relatively dry. There are eight tunnels that lead off from this room, and the sounds of footsteps, muffled talking, and two more opens being used echo from the tunnels. Soon more bodies begin to rain down from above. The only ray of hope no matter how small is being used.

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Post by Arkane » Fri Jun 28, 2019 4:03 pm

Amidst the utter chaos, Hawke successfully located the sewer entrance on the map, seeing it clearly in his mind. He had passed that entrance several times during his exploration of the city in the previous days. It wasn’t far from their location; it was just down the road a bit and around a few corners. Despite the proximity, there would be a lot of obstacles in the way, making it a perilous trek. He threw the map to the side, raising his arm up to shield his face from falling debris from the ceiling. Just as he was about to take the back exit out of the tavern, he heard a female voice shout over the other noise. Usually he’d ignore such a thing, but what she had said piqued his interest…and her voice sounded oddly familiar. Sliding over to the side of the bar table, he peered over the corner and saw the voice belonged to that strange woman he had met the other day in the alleyway, while he was charmingly puking his guts out. The sniffer. She apparently knew some inside information about the nature of the attack on the city, and where it would be safe to retreat to. How she knew this? He didn’t know, nor did he care. If the East gate was the safest place to be, then he needed to get there. There was always the possibility that she was lying or even partly responsible for the raid, but logically that outcome didn’t seem plausible. What reason did she have to lie to him, specifically, and why would she try to assist him and others? He’d take his chances. There was also a rather heavily armored Knight near the redheaded woman, pleadingly stating that he’d like to accompany them. Oh, so they were already a party? Hell.

“There’s a sewer entrance not far from here,” he shouted to Aelynn and Alain, just as the front corner of the building erupted in flames. “Slow me down and you get left behind!” he yelled, looking at the two of them. Hawke placed the bottom of his cowl over his mouth and nose, protecting his airways from the smoke and heat. With dexterous movement, he maneuvered through the cluttered tavern and escaped out the back door, into the outside air. It was there that he stopped for a moment to assess their situation and to wait for his companions. He could see several other plumes of deep, grey smoke pillared in the air, along with raging flames eating nearby buildings and countless corpses littering the streets. Tortuous screams and the sounds of battle could be heard coming from all directions. It was a bloody massacre. Whoever the assailants were, they were a force to be reckoned with. Stealthily, Hawke traveled down the street, moving lithely, as he cautiously observed his surroundings. He didn’t want to be ambushed by the armored attackers. Stepping over a dead body with his back against a building wall, he slowly peered around a corner, looking into the area ahead. They had to cross an intersection in the road…a big open area, but the fastest way to their destination. He had to count on the others to help him scope out their surroundings and to be ready to defend themselves should the need arise. However, it was best not to attract unwanted attention.

His eyes looked above to the rooftops, Hawke holding his hand up to signal Aelynn and Alain to stop. There, standing on the rooftop was one of the enemies, bow drawn and ready to fire on the helpless individuals unlucky enough to be wandering the streets. Fortunately for them, the archer hadn’t seen them yet and it just so happened that Hawke was also quite adept with a bow. Reaching behind him, he pulled out his bow and grabbed a single arrow. He pulled the bow string back, his golden eyes narrowing in an almost vicious nature, as his weapon followed the movements of the enemy archer. The archer had armor on, so Hawke’s shot would have to be precise. With a slow exhale of his breath, Hawke let loose his arrow, the whirring sound of it flying through the air music to his ears. At first, the enemy archer stood still…but then his mouth opened as a gurgled breath escaped his lips. Hawke’s arrow had hit him from under the chin and pierced up into the man’s skull, blood pouring over his mouth and down the front of his neck. Dead within seconds. “Let’s move,” he said to the others, crossing the street as soon as he saw it safe to do so. Hawke didn’t get the nickname Hawke for nothing. He was quite the sharpshooter. Placing his bow back around his torso, Hawke removed his double daggers from their sheaths, the red tinted one a classic symbol of the Crimson Blades.

He continued to take point, trusting that Aelynn and Alain would take care of any stragglers that he happened to overlook or passed. Eventually they had made it to the sewer entrance, which was in a wide gutter dug into the side of a street, designed to collect rainwater and other waste. There was a rusted metal grate that barred their entrance into the underground, but that could be easily fixed. “Keep watch, Redhead,” he said to Aelynn, as he found a sturdy stick amongst the clutter of junk and muck accumulated against the sewer grate. “You, there. Knight. Help me pry this grate off,” he said to Alain, knowing it would be easier if they both worked together.

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Re: Fallen Kingdom, A new war begins

Post by malva » Fri Jun 28, 2019 6:57 pm

A knight approached her, pleading for her to let him join. Impatiently Aelynn tapped her foot while the knight let out an unnecessary amount of words. Wasn't her announcement clear enough? Wasn't he aware that every second a killer could walk in and murder them or the flames could burn them alive? "Yeah, just come along! No need to make such a scene!", she interrupted him before he could finish his sentence.

Her puke-companion piped in. The sewers! Of Course! Why hadn't she thought of that? "I'm in!" She quickly checked up on the armoured man one last time, before she followed the criminal out the back door just as the deathly flames lit up the room in red and orange. Internally Aelynn agreed with the man. She would give everyone a chance to follow her to safety, but if they would hold her back she'd cut them off without hesitation. Her life was still more important than the ones of some strangers.

Outside everything had gotten worse since she had left her room. It was hard not to step on the bodies as the three made their way down the street, keeping close to the walls. The puker seemed to know what he did. She hoped she could rely on him since now they all needed to work together. Her eyes scanned every movement on the streets and the roofs. As a raised hand ordered her to stop she obeyed and positioned herself in a way she could see what was going on and simultaneously keep watch over the roads that connected to the intersection, two throwing knives in her hand. The knight would have to cover their backs. Their leader pulled out an arrow and eliminated the archer on the roof in their sight with a perfectly precise shot. Aelynn was impressed, but there was no time to admire his talent. Having managed the precarious situation they proceeded across the crossover and reached a metal grate on the side. Out of the corner of her eye, the half-elf noticed a red blade. At first, she thought of blood, but the man had only just pulled the daggers out. Finally, an infamous guild popped into her head: The Crimson Blades. She had been right all along—her acquaintance was a professional criminal. No wonder he was so confident in his doing. She would definitely have to question him about that.

Though Aelynn felt slightly insulted about her strength—she could've easily lifted that thing with him—she smirked a little when the man called her "Redhead". Usually, people addressed her with very degrading terms, often referring to her tusks. This, in comparison, seemed almost endearing.
She withdrew herself a little from her two fellows but didn't came far, as one of the intruders suddenly turned around the corner, spying them all immediately. There were still a few feet between them, but he reduced the distance rapidly. His sword was red as if dipped in paint, his armour face blood-splattered. His whole appearance, his open rage, led Aelynn to believe the man took pleasure in killing innocent people. Never would she be able to compete with him if he got too close. In the blink of an eye, she had decided what to do. Her eyes narrowed as she fixated her target and in one smooth motion, her right hand let go of the throwing knife, hauling it just past the enemies head. Shit. Her certain death was only about fifteen feet away as she threw the second knife with her left hand, hitting him right in the eye. He hit the floor and joined his victims in whimpers of agony. Aelynn pulled her sword from her sheath and slit the man's throat. Feelings of remorse, satisfaction, fear, disgust and vindication all rushed through her body at once but she knew she had to contain them for now. She pulled her knife from his eye as he drew his last gurgling breaths, a red puddle forming under him. She couldn't leave all her weapons behind. For a second she stopped to assess the situation to see and hear if any more enemies were close. She wanted to flee so badly, leaving this chaos behind, but in a moment of rational thinking, she searched the body of the slaughtered man. He might have something on him, that would give her more information on their intentions and plans.

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