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Post by dante on Dec 6, 2011 10:36:29 GMT -6
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Post by fang on Dec 6, 2011 14:00:01 GMT -6
The town was in a frenzy as the line had been drawn between those who still believed in the gods, and those who were repulsed by them. The intense arguments grew and grew until even the town council was divided. People swarmed the streets, some cupping their mouths to shout at each other while others began to take more drastic measures in the chaos. Some wanted profit, while others simply enjoyed the chaos. Glass shattered as a bakery window was shattered by a flying chair. A trio of brown robed bandits rushed through the opening to take what they could.
Down the street another group of commoners were defacing a statue dedicated to the gods with a number of tools. Hammers, chisels, forks, knives, anything they could get their hands on. A larger group of people of various social classes swarmed over them to try and pull them away. Roars of yelling and commotion filled the air as the smell of smoke began to set in.
It didn't matter what race you were, the crowds were filled with a mix of individuals. From humans, to elves, to even more bizarre creatures lined the streets. The town square had the most commotion with a fine line of people as if they were ready to raise muskets and send volleys of lead towards one another. Rocks flew back and forth as the two apparent 'leaders' squared off in front of both groups. Their mouths were ablaze with liturgy defending their side of the story.
Anyone who entered this scene was in for a rude awakening to reality, or perhaps simply would enjoy the show. A stranger seemed intent on wandering in to the chaos down a street that had been relatively untouched by the chaos save for a burning home. From that home a woman came running out. Her garments were slightly ablaze. A few mischief makers laughed at her before they realized she was an upper class citizen. The two grinned and drew some makeshift weapons from their garments. A wooden club in one's hand and another held a piece of glass fastened to a broken door handle.
Your choices...
- Join in with the two, you never know what kind of wealth you might get
- Keep walking, best not to get involved
- Go over and confront the two mischief makers, maybe they'll listen to reason
- Knock the guy with the makeshift knife out since he's not paying attention, then get his buddy. You don't deal with that sort of shit against an unarmed person.
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Post by dante on Dec 31, 2011 1:36:50 GMT -6
 It had been a good long while since Dante had ventured this far away from the Enterprise. For the most part, it was wiser for him to stay on the ship that had, over the last few years, become his home – between the Navy and the bounty hunters looking for him, it was foolish to go wandering around by himself. Not to mention what his father would probably do if he got his hands on his disowned son. Malcolm had saved Dante once from that particular fate; Dante had no interest in tempting said fate a second time. Better to avoid it.
The chain of events that had led him to this (and he used the word literally) godforsaken town was… complicated. No doubt Malcolm would be furious with him for taking such a stupid risk as to come to a place like this alone, when all he was supposed to be doing was getting a particular part for the Enterprise. But when Dante had heard about the chaos and lawlessness that had recently enveloped the entire town, he hadn’t been able to just walk away. The part of him that still clung to his honor and his Navy ideals had driven him to come here and see what he could to try and fix the town, or at least save as many of its inhabitants as he could. He had been a pirate for five years, true, but compared to his two hundred years serving in the Navy, it was a fairly recent change. He hadn’t let go of that part of himself yet – whether he ever would remained to be seen.
Since entering the town a little less than an hour ago, Dante had seen a number of disturbing things. Rioting in the streets. Shouting matches between large mobs, simmering on the edge of outright violence. People tearing down and defacing a statue dedicated to the gods. It was a mess, to be sure. Dante was far from certain that one person would be able to fix it at all. If it was even possible, he wasn’t convinced that he was up to the task. Still, as far as he was concerned, there was no other option. He had come here, and he was not going to leave until he had done whatever he could, however meager that may turn out to be.
He strode down one of the quietest streets he’d yet come across, his hand nonetheless resting on the hilt of one of his two twin swords. He wasn’t a fool, to be taken in by the apparent lack of people around. Golden eyes, one rimmed by an ugly palm-sized burn scar, scanned the houses as he made his way towards the burning house at the end of the road. Though his face remained set in his determined grimace, one who was familiar with the young dragon would see the way his hand had closed white-knuckled around his sword hilt. He had the shame of being the only dragon in the world who was afraid of fire, but he had no intention of showing it to the ruffians he might run into here. He had faced much bigger fires than this in the recent past and come away; he would not let this one stray him from his purpose.
Luckily, he was spared the need to go inside to check for survivors when a woman raced out of the front door, flames catching in a few places on her clothes. Dante was about to catch her arm and attempt to put the flames out, when something else caught his attention. Two men, emerging from the shadows beside the house with crude weapons in their hands and their greedy gazes fixed on the woman who had just run out of the house. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what their intentions regarding her were.
Dante turned squarely to face them, his hand still firmly on the hilt of his sword. His attempts to help this town had to start somewhere, and it might as well be here. He could start with something as small as a couple of thugs, and work his way up. ”I’d advise you reconsider,” he said calmly, his voice carrying just enough of a threat to tell them exactly what he intended to do if they didn’t back off. ”I will not let you harm that woman.” If they were smart, they would back off. Dante was more than capable enough to take out a couple of looters without much trouble, particularly insufficiently armed as they were.
Choice: Go over and confront the two mischief makers; perhaps they'll listen to reason.
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