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The Purge
Topic Started: Mar 12 2011, 07:19 PM (537 Views)
Azahul
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Screams, shouts and the smell of burning torches were all it took to turn the quiet night into a stampede of faith and fury. A great mob swept through the streets, dragging men and women from their homes, either pressing them into the mob or torching them where they stood. At the forefront of the faithful strode a black-clad Inquisitor, pistol in one hand and Holy Cross held aloft in the other.
This part of London had garnered something of a reputation as a place where those with strange and unusual abilities were no questioned. It had only been a matter of time before such a suburb had caught the attention of the Inquisition. Now any with the slightest amount of sorcerour or mystical power had to run. The slightest whiff of heresy and the mob would be on them, tearing them apart in moments.
As the first few buildings began to go up in smoke and the air filled with ash and the stench of burning flesh, it swiftly became apparent that fighting would be a futile gesture. The faithful were legion, the heretics scattered, and the only thing left to do was flee.
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Scrathy

Horace whipped around when he heard the scream to see the pillar of smoke. Damn. He thought to himself as he quickly rolled up the paper bag. He was going to find another place and time to take it.

Realising the speed the mob was traveling Horace spun back around again and threw his cane into his right hand before taking off down the street. No-one was going to survive this.
Edited by Scrathy, Mar 12 2011, 10:24 PM.
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blader4411

Alyssa grimaced, picking herself up from the hard ground she'd been sleeping on, and gazing at the smoke rising from the buildings nearby.

"Well, it looks like we're going to have to move again." She muttered. The one she was addressing was no human however, but a large, brown rat, which had now climbed up onto her shoulder.

"No problem, I know just the place." The rat reassured her, before jumping down onto the ground and walking in a direction the opposite way from the burning buildings. Not sure whether this was just survival instinct or actually knowing somewhere, Alyssa nonetheless followed, as she had nowhere else to go anyway.
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yourassassin64
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Even from afar, it was clear that despicable acts were occurring in the streets. Jackson knew that to stay on the streets was suicide. He promptly moved from the open streets to the roofs. Many years of living in the wilderness had granted him some climbing skills, which he was thoroughly proud of after seeing the distance he was making. From this vantage point, he could see a mob being led by an Inquisitor. Hate welled in within Jackson's soul.

As mush as he would love to drain the Inquisitor of his blood, Jackson knew that was impossible. With time, maybe... But for now, such things had to wait.

He continued on the roofs towards the house of an old friend: one that would always help him in times of need. Whether or not the friend even resided in the same house was unknown, but it was too late to ask questions. His childhood friend, often ridiculed for his outlandish thoughts and strange inventions, was the only person in all of London who could, who would help him.
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Kirat

Kirat raised his head from the bin when he heard the screaming. He left the alley into the main street, looking down it and seeing a large mob he swore. Turning around he grabbed the half eaten apple and took a few more bites out of it, dropping the core he then ran through the alleys, directly away from the crowd. He ran quickly, avoiding any of the main streets in case he was seen and he looked for a way either into the sewers or onto the roofs where he could hide. He wasn't too worried as he had seen this happen before, it was when they started searching for him in particular he got worried, luckily his wanted level wasn't the highest and he wasn't the only person being hunted.
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Warlord Arskittar

'Yes my prettys, soon, soon you will be ready' Tittered Vel'kan, as he worked on forging a small dagger

Upon hearing the commotion nearby he stopped, and his head snapped up

'Damn!' he cursed, spinning around, and donning his cloak. Vel'kan ran forwards, out of the door and onto the street, wereon he swifly melted into the crowd
Edited by Warlord Arskittar, Mar 13 2011, 01:49 AM.
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Morkskittar
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Sefirot calmly explained to the old woman sitting before him that the "Death" card did not, in fact, mean that she was going to die. Ignoring the screams and noise from the street above, he assured her that the card's positioning truly meant that a good change was coming in her life. Once assured that she was assured, he swept up his cards and stood calmly. "Madame, I need to payment - but perhaps you have some place I could hide?" If not, he stood ready to flee into the streets and away from the suburb.

Pillz
Edited by Morkskittar, Mar 13 2011, 02:33 AM.
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Dark Lord Nihilus

And to the heavens I cast my eyes
Oh Maiden Goddess of the skies
May your light protect us in the night
Oh starry heavens vast and mighty
May clarity shine and bask the earth
Mother Earth in deepest slumber
May your dreams-


Cronan's eyes snapped open, his nightly ministrations interrupted by...screams. It was the Inqusition, there could be little other explanation. Only victims being burnt alive made such bloodcurdling screeches. May your souls find rest beyond the veil. May your dance in lands beyond persecution. He had to leave, immediately. The Inquisition cared not who they stumbled upon, many innocents had undoubtedly been burnt to crisp already, and many more would follow. Not, of course, that he was innocent in their eyes. As a practitioner of the craft they hunted him down as if he were like every other creature of the night.

He called to Beleeara, the cat was already at his heel, having sensed the danger already. Slipping out of the alley, he kept to the shadows, racing away from the sounds of mob violence and acrid smell of smoke.
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Azahul
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The crowd swept onward, the wave of those fleeing from the mob sweeping anything in their path away as they tried to escape from the burning district. Horace found himself pushed by the throng, colliding straight into Sefirot and almost sending the pair of them toppling to the ground.

Meanwhile, Alyssa was almost bowled over by Kirat as he sprinted through the alleys, the scavenger barely avoiding crushing her rat companion beneath his feet as he ran. There was little time for talking though, a flickering light on the walls of the alley indicated that the mob was spreading out, pouring into the smaller side streets as they hunted down any fleeing from their holy wrath.

Cronan was well ahead of the mob, and the terrified men and women they were chasing. His and Beleera's escape seemed to be almost guaranteed, until he spotted movement ahead in the darkness. The police had turned out in force, and were moving in from the opposite direction down the main street. It seemed the only safe route now was through the alleys.

Vel'kan could almost feel the heat as the mob closed in. He was towards the back of the crowd, closest to the masses of the faithful. Just behind him he heard a woman scream, her cry cut suddenly short. As his head turned instinctively to look the man to his left suddenly staggered, a puff of red mist bursting from his back as the sharp retort of a pistol shot cut through the screaming. The man fell to the ground without a sound. Redoubling his efforts, Vel'kan pushed his way further forwards.

Jackson by this point was so far away the sounds of the mob had become rather muffled, a faint background noise accompanied by the vague hint of smoke in the air. He could slow down now, relax a little bit, no longer being in any immediate danger.
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Warlord Arskittar

Ok, this is Bad mumbled Vel'kan, pushing his way out of the frenzied mob, and dashing of down an alley

Turning a corner, he found himself on a queit dark abandoned street, in front on him was a small forge, with a large sign reading

Need smith, if you can forge, come in, if not, bugger off

Making a decision, Vel'kan entered the shop
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