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| Hart | Fri Apr 16, 2010 10:03 pm Post #1 |
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The moon held its place firmly in the night sky, and as any city or village had, there was corruption running its shady business in the dark alleys. Recently, children had gone quietly missing from their homes each night, a nameless kidnapping ring was under suspicion, and even despite the added precaution that families were taking, their children still disappeared in the dead of night. Nobody could figure it out, the guards increased their numbers, the houses were locked down tighter than ever, magic was suspect, but they had nobody capable of tracking it, it was the only conceivable way that somebody could get into a heavily locked building with at least three guards and militia on a street. So, as the case was, Ogre donned his nightly garb, the garb of new vigilante hero of Cascadia, Steam Punk, riding on top of his hover disc as a gray wisp followed after him, looking as hard as he did for any signs of anything mysterious going on at night. Even criminal activity was seriously hindered by the amount of guards, skilled or not, that were patrolling each night. Even if this ring was uncovered and the criminals could once again step into the dark shadows, at least the kids wouldn’t go missing from their homes any more. Steam Punk gazed down, looking through alleys, seeing nothing more than a few militia stopping for a quick break away from their duties, It was hard to volunteer all through the night after a day of work, so Ogre didn’t hold it against them, he even felt like passing out most of the time, happy he didn’t have to pick up a hammer and smith away until around noon. He was one of very few beings patrolling through the sky, but the only one whose identity was hidden. He was really hankering for a criminal to hit, though. |
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| Endymion | Sat Apr 17, 2010 4:33 pm Post #2 |
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The city of Cascadia was whispering and unsettled. The air, normally peaceful, was tense and brittle, ready to shatter. Endymion wasn't sure what to make of the strange atmosphere; usually, when he came to Cascadia, there was a general happy feel to the city. No one would say much, only that there was evil at work. So, Endymion searched for news as to what was happening. He did well to check in at pubs. Endymion heard that children were missing from their homes, despite their parents best efforts to keep them safe. Guards and militia did what they could to find the child snatchers, but nothing could be found and still the children disappeared in the night. Of course people are on edge, Endymion thought, If I were a parent and my child were taken, I'd be devastated. All the children here are in danger. I must help, if I can. Endymion found that he was under suspect, though; magic was suspected to be contributing to the evil and Endymion was a foreigner and an obvious mage. People kept clear of him and others glared, threatening him with their eyes. They may not want me here, but I can't just leave, Endymion thought after he'd gotten a room at a pub, waiting for nightfall. Perhaps I can join the militia and help find the children that way... But there must be something more I can do... And so he spent his day in thought, making plans, attempting to think of causes for this terrible, unspeakable evil. Then, night drifted over the city, and the already brittle atmosphere began to crack, fear and tension tinting the air in such a way that it was palpable, a taste on the tip of the tongue. Endymion left the pub alone and he could feel others' eyes burning holes in his skin, but he left all the same. A building not far from the pub had a ladder leading to the roof, which Endymion climbed. That was when he saw the strange specter. Flying across the sky, followed by a gray cloud, it patrolled the sky, possibly looking for children to snatch! Of course! If someone were to attack from the sky, no one would know! This must be the child snatcher! I have to try and follow him! But... How? The buildings weren't close enough for Endymion to jump across. He lacked flight. He knew very little magic, despite his magical aspirations. He slid down the ladder and began running as fast as he could in the direction that the hovering child snatcher was drifting. |
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| Hart | Thu Apr 29, 2010 8:04 am Post #3 |
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Ogre would have continued to hover forward if Samandiriel hadn’t warned him about the man that was running from rooftop to rooftop. Sure, there were several flying patrols, but any true master of the dark could hide easily on a roof from a passing angel. He stopped, looking down at the man who seemed to not notice that there was a hovering inkblot amongst the stars that was being followed by a glowing orb. “Sam, go and distract him, hold him in place while I get over there.” Ogre said to the wisp which responded with a simple illusion of a smiling face before hovering down towards the target. Quickly the wisp acted, creating an image of Ogre standing triumphantly in front of the suspected kidnapper, to distract him long enough for the real deal to hover overhead on the disc, looking down at his target. He was already psyched, if he could catch one kidnapper, then he could slowly torture him and get him to tell him the location of the other people thieves. Oh, yes, this was going to be one of those rare gratifying moments when Ogre got a big win! With a sigh through his odd metal mask, he dropped down towards the man, his entire weight backing the shield as it fell down through the sky to its target. This was one of his favorite moves for dealing with the likes of criminal scum, and soon this man would learn to also fear the name of Steam Punk when committing felonies within Cascadia. As he fell swiftly through the air, a thought occurred to the mutt blacksmith who had assumed the identity of Cascadia’s newest vigilante. Why exactly would a criminal that would surely know of sky patrols be running in the direction of one? Oh well, he could ask after pinning the fiend to the roof. |
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