After the initial battles have calmed, Ymerion was seen entering the Hive, trying to help the innocent folk any way he could with the limited resources and ways he had.
He kept his eyes open for a certain Mercykiller or any of his other friends, and moved in to help if he did spot them.
A Bloodbath Begins
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*Cenpuppie
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Following her Factol's lead, Sana visits the Hive Ward accompanied by no less than 5 namers. She questions random people on the street, even paying the local bruisers and prostitutes to keep an eye out for Anarchist activity.
Secretly during the night time however, she secretly snatches thugs and citizens that she suspects of having any ties to Anarchist activity. She interrogates them thoroughly, using a poisonous mixture that enhances the sense of touch to amplify her technique as she tortures them for hours on end. Very few are left alive and those that do wake up in a abandoned alley in the Lower Ward with no experience of what occurred.
Any and all persons with any kind of tie to the Anarchist she considers fair game, even adventurers themselves. Every since the attack on her Factol, her methods have become more heavy handed and bloody.
She vows that the Red Death will become respected and feared, as they shall rain true judgment on those found wanting.
Secretly during the night time however, she secretly snatches thugs and citizens that she suspects of having any ties to Anarchist activity. She interrogates them thoroughly, using a poisonous mixture that enhances the sense of touch to amplify her technique as she tortures them for hours on end. Very few are left alive and those that do wake up in a abandoned alley in the Lower Ward with no experience of what occurred.
Any and all persons with any kind of tie to the Anarchist she considers fair game, even adventurers themselves. Every since the attack on her Factol, her methods have become more heavy handed and bloody.
She vows that the Red Death will become respected and feared, as they shall rain true judgment on those found wanting.
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*Kari_Shadowfox
- Posts: 51
- Joined: Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am
As the mess in the Hive ward grew progressively worse, few would notice the shadow -drenched form slipping among them. Acting as a tracker for various Mercykiller partols, many dens of Anarchists were ferreted out due to the information that one provided, though few Anarchists were privy to that detail. She (for it was a woman) rarely aided in the full scale raids, prefering to single out Anacrchists in the crowds whilst hidden from view, her arrows precise instruments of instant and gruesome death.
She would always search out familiar faces in the crowd, though rarely would they in turn see her. She contented herself with their apparent good health, and continued her duty to her faction with cool efficiency.
"And so it has come to two....the hunter, and the hunted." speaks the cloaked figure, as she lines up another shot with favored darkbow, the arrows dripping acid, and glowing a sickening dark red.
She would always search out familiar faces in the crowd, though rarely would they in turn see her. She contented herself with their apparent good health, and continued her duty to her faction with cool efficiency.
"And so it has come to two....the hunter, and the hunted." speaks the cloaked figure, as she lines up another shot with favored darkbow, the arrows dripping acid, and glowing a sickening dark red.
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*draken57
- Posts: 57
- Joined: Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am
A small figure and a Large Construct are seen collecting body's and carting them off from the Hive Ward. Any one's guess as to what there motive's are. *The Construct mutter's something to the small woman.* " It is so predictable these foolish organic's and there foolish rush to be dead booked. You better pay me for this."
*The Halfing look's at the construct.* "Oi gladly, Dunno why i be paying you since i made ye. But it's better than getting mulched good's."
*Darkness and red light swirl in the golem's eye's.* " Yes well i have grown beyond your control. It was best for you to let me go. Less i had to show you how fragile your organic body is."
*The Halfing nod's in understanding.* "Oi well just give me a hand getting all these corpse's back to where oi need em."
*The Halfing look's at the construct.* "Oi gladly, Dunno why i be paying you since i made ye. But it's better than getting mulched good's."
*Darkness and red light swirl in the golem's eye's.* " Yes well i have grown beyond your control. It was best for you to let me go. Less i had to show you how fragile your organic body is."
*The Halfing nod's in understanding.* "Oi well just give me a hand getting all these corpse's back to where oi need em."
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*Xndar
- Posts: 282
- Joined: Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am
The Red Death investigators are given a whirlwind tour of the House of Six Fingers by none other than the famed proprietor herself, Mistress Maelfina Sixthfinger. The vivacious blue tiefling seems proud to show off the facilities, having very little to hide. The tour is accompanied at all times by several members of her security staff as well, with whom Maelfina makes a point of discussing the various numbers of drunkards or "troublemakers" heaved out of the establishment by her personnel (even arranging for a few to be tossed out while in the RD's presence).
Only two details would be worth reporting to their superiors regarding the business, other than its full cooperation with the investigation and inspection. First, the level of sophistication with which the tavern seems set up to deal with and observe problems with customers, including its own built-in scrying and recording station. The second, would be the relatively tight security surrounding a small, nondescript alley that has been walled in to serve as a courtyard. While some of the more magically inclined investigators seemed suspicious of this place, the Red Death were more tight-lipped with their colleagues as to what, if anything, was found there.
If any anarchists frequented the tavern, they'd either been warned off well in advance, or had learned from many encounters both with the Red Death and Maelfina's own employees to keep their heads down while within the establishment. The employees, if interrogated, would have very little to say save for a reaffirmation of Mistress Maelfina's apparent attention to and concern for the well-being of her employees.
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Sigil's dark-mongers bandy rumors back and forth about the mercurial tavern-mistress' stance on the recent butchery being carried out by the Red Death. Some note that she appears to be keeping her distance from the Red Death publicly, while some RD namers might take her occasional visits with Factor Arwyn Swan's Son to signify a tacit support, or at least tolerance for the new measures. Some more savvy, or presumptuous, observers might note Arwyn's past distaste for the methods of his Factol, and from this might draw the conclusion that she seeks to soften their tactics from within.
Anarchists or other foes of the Red Death would likely receive a similar response to that given by Bladebeard the Duergar Doorman of the House of Six Fingers to a SIGIS reporter, if questions are asked of employees by curious or nosy berks:
"Aint so barmy ta see a influential Factotum o' her faction chattin wit other higher-ups in other factions. So pike orf an' mind yer own soddin business 'fore I toss yer bleedin arse out"
Only two details would be worth reporting to their superiors regarding the business, other than its full cooperation with the investigation and inspection. First, the level of sophistication with which the tavern seems set up to deal with and observe problems with customers, including its own built-in scrying and recording station. The second, would be the relatively tight security surrounding a small, nondescript alley that has been walled in to serve as a courtyard. While some of the more magically inclined investigators seemed suspicious of this place, the Red Death were more tight-lipped with their colleagues as to what, if anything, was found there.
If any anarchists frequented the tavern, they'd either been warned off well in advance, or had learned from many encounters both with the Red Death and Maelfina's own employees to keep their heads down while within the establishment. The employees, if interrogated, would have very little to say save for a reaffirmation of Mistress Maelfina's apparent attention to and concern for the well-being of her employees.
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Sigil's dark-mongers bandy rumors back and forth about the mercurial tavern-mistress' stance on the recent butchery being carried out by the Red Death. Some note that she appears to be keeping her distance from the Red Death publicly, while some RD namers might take her occasional visits with Factor Arwyn Swan's Son to signify a tacit support, or at least tolerance for the new measures. Some more savvy, or presumptuous, observers might note Arwyn's past distaste for the methods of his Factol, and from this might draw the conclusion that she seeks to soften their tactics from within.
Anarchists or other foes of the Red Death would likely receive a similar response to that given by Bladebeard the Duergar Doorman of the House of Six Fingers to a SIGIS reporter, if questions are asked of employees by curious or nosy berks:
"Aint so barmy ta see a influential Factotum o' her faction chattin wit other higher-ups in other factions. So pike orf an' mind yer own soddin business 'fore I toss yer bleedin arse out"
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*Light
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As things grew more chaotic in the Hive. The elf would seek that one mercykiller out relentlessly. If any chose to give him trouble they would see he was not in the mood to be delayed. Furthermore such delays would likely be met with a fury of both spell and sword in answer.
The elf would wander on until he found the one whom he sought.
The elf would wander on until he found the one whom he sought.
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*DM_Duke
- Posts: 125
- Joined: Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am
Some of the Anarchist bubbers are culled in the street. Mercykiller recruitment has gone up 20% since the order was given to begin culling down the Anarchist ranks.
Public executions are brutal and swift, in The Hive, the sods watch as Red Death make examples of smaller cells too slow to get out of town. The Red Death begin decapitating heads in rows after row as a bloody pool forms in the central part of the hive nexus. A bloody reminder is left which to this day will be remembered as The Red Day.
But the berks only provoked even more berks responses. Vengeful siblings and fellow rebels start to rise by an equal 20% and growth of Anarchists recruitment begins to boom.
Revolutionaries begin to plant explosives in alcahol bottles while the same Mercykillers who culled the Anarchists enjoy well deserved drinks.
They swallow the explosives as their heads explode in a violent shower of bloody mess making the local taverns in the Hive suspect to inspection, not excluding:
Lerricks Shelter.
The House of Six Fingers.
Both are searched quite invasivly with warrents presented by the Mercykillers to investigate any signs of Anarchist activity, "should" the innkeepers in any way be involved, now would be a good time to get themselves excluded from the Anarchist business if they didnt want to upset the Red Death.
The situation has never been more tense for the two factions, Harmonium are preoccupied with political feuds with Pentar, making amends for the Doomlord Ashen case. The Sign of One is too busy with a civil war threat to handle a diplomatic resolution.
This small gang fight could turn into the next potential bloodbath of Sigil, and there are already signs that war is comming for these two factions.
As the banners of Mercykiller flags burn in defiance, so to do the corpses of Anarchist scum.
The question is... who will survive this taxing time?
Public executions are brutal and swift, in The Hive, the sods watch as Red Death make examples of smaller cells too slow to get out of town. The Red Death begin decapitating heads in rows after row as a bloody pool forms in the central part of the hive nexus. A bloody reminder is left which to this day will be remembered as The Red Day.
But the berks only provoked even more berks responses. Vengeful siblings and fellow rebels start to rise by an equal 20% and growth of Anarchists recruitment begins to boom.
Revolutionaries begin to plant explosives in alcahol bottles while the same Mercykillers who culled the Anarchists enjoy well deserved drinks.
They swallow the explosives as their heads explode in a violent shower of bloody mess making the local taverns in the Hive suspect to inspection, not excluding:
Lerricks Shelter.
The House of Six Fingers.
Both are searched quite invasivly with warrents presented by the Mercykillers to investigate any signs of Anarchist activity, "should" the innkeepers in any way be involved, now would be a good time to get themselves excluded from the Anarchist business if they didnt want to upset the Red Death.
The situation has never been more tense for the two factions, Harmonium are preoccupied with political feuds with Pentar, making amends for the Doomlord Ashen case. The Sign of One is too busy with a civil war threat to handle a diplomatic resolution.
This small gang fight could turn into the next potential bloodbath of Sigil, and there are already signs that war is comming for these two factions.
As the banners of Mercykiller flags burn in defiance, so to do the corpses of Anarchist scum.
The question is... who will survive this taxing time?
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*B-Smith
- Posts: 23
- Joined: Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am
On demand of inspection, Fargul shows the first Mercykiller who enters the Lobby but nothing else. Afterwards, he starts barring up all entries and exits and turns the Orphanage into a fortress, in which only he and the few staff members controls who gets in and out. He desperately tries to keep the children from witnessing all this chaos and imposes the rule, that no one is allowed to leave the property, without him allowing it.
Any other Mercykiller, who tries to enter, will be denied access, with the excuse that there was already someone visiting. "No one in here is a fanatic either way and will never be. So piss off ye parasites an' leave us alone!", is written in big white letters across the door. Spikes are added to the barricade and Fargul usually sits with a crossbow on the buildings balcony, making sure that his message gets across.
Any other Mercykiller, who tries to enter, will be denied access, with the excuse that there was already someone visiting. "No one in here is a fanatic either way and will never be. So piss off ye parasites an' leave us alone!", is written in big white letters across the door. Spikes are added to the barricade and Fargul usually sits with a crossbow on the buildings balcony, making sure that his message gets across.
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*Zilvai
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At times a winter white, shady figure comes along and settles by Farguls side. A bow gripped in her hand tightly as various arrows are knocked upon the bowstring. The figure remains silent and unheard of. Speculations to who it is are made but any approach made to her end up in the figure vanishing from plane sight.
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*Light
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- Joined: Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am
The elf Darremar can be seen on occasion to be walking the hive carefully. He is often well protected by his more subtle magics. He would look to the death from both sides as a measure of balance.
Whenever he sees chance to, he would take small measures to compose any corpses that lay about the hive. Oft seen muttering quietly over them in solemn and grizzly vigil. Never does he take part in the conflict.
Beyond that he would quite often make way to his quarters. "In troubled times one must endure, for what kills you not will most certainly make you stronger." These words he spoke to one such individual that inquired of him as he made way back to his quarters.
Whenever he sees chance to, he would take small measures to compose any corpses that lay about the hive. Oft seen muttering quietly over them in solemn and grizzly vigil. Never does he take part in the conflict.
Beyond that he would quite often make way to his quarters. "In troubled times one must endure, for what kills you not will most certainly make you stronger." These words he spoke to one such individual that inquired of him as he made way back to his quarters.