Sanctuary No Longer

[A Whisper 8]

 

The high noon sun would reign above the silver city below, Sanctuary oddly quiet and empty for such a bright time in the day. Even odder still, a figure cloaked in dark cloth would stroll up the side of the hill opposite to the Izalith manor, twirling a lock pick between their fingers. They would pause in front of the grand manor, looking around the sub-sections of the 'estate', before shrugging nonchalantly.

 

They would walk along the elevated dirt against the manor, moving across the bridge joining the first and second building. And as if by magic, with a faint click and creek, the door to the second building would be pushed open. Inside the house, an old man would be asleep, not realising an intruder was inside. The intruder's eyes would scan around the home, to the man- and then around the home again.

 

Turning on the spot, the masked figure would move other to the first building, unlocking the door with seamless fluidity, shoving the door open, the harsh 'smack' of wood against stone echoing out. Before the smack finishes echoing out, animalistic smashing and crashing would roar out from inside the building, torn cloth splattering across the floor as the bed's broken frame would weep in pain, creaking in agony.  The crafting table would also receive it's fair share of punishment, left in splinters after the hacking from an axe.

 

The third building, much larger than the other two, would have its door broken, and although the chests had been looked through (when they were unlocked), nothing had been taken or smashed.

 

After the attack had finally concluded, a note would be left on the small bridge connecting the buildings. Much like the other two attacks, it would be rough and seemingly made on the spot. It reads-

 

"The Order of Magi is full of heathens and those who take advantage of the ill and physically unable. They extort those who are in need, only to further their own economic aims. This is much less an 'order' then it is a whorehouse, who, instead of peddling skin, seek to peddle disgusting plots and hideous magical 'talents'. Either the guild-hall is moved outside of the city, or it too shall be attacked. I am unable to sleep at night while this guild stays within the city. Perhaps, without a bed, you too will be unable to sleep? This is your only warning- just like the only warning I gave to The Morning Star ranch."

[Will (TauFirewarrior) 2466]

Orsino would sigh hearing of these attacks "Conform to the society and laws of Sanctuary or die. Anarchism and terrorism will not be tolerated in Sanctuary."

[1 1393]

Irhamir sighs,

"If you had a legitimate complaint you would not tear apart property to deliver it."

[AGP 3169]

Bertrand is frightened by the destruction of wooden objects.

[Aengoth 2890]

"Yer 'bout 'alf as menacin' as tah wart on tah back ove me arse." -Aengoth

[TeaLulu 1783]

A wandering vagabond is shocked by the destruction of property that could have served a much better purpose being re-distributed to the poor, needy, and especially, filthy.

[ski_king3 0]

Cowardice Answered

"Threatening peace behind words on a page, we will expel you coward."

 

*Laethis stands before his citizens in the town square, ascending to a makeshift podium. One hand rests upon his cane, supporting him, the other clutching upon something unseen. His voice would be louder than normal, somehow enhanced to echo throughout every corner of Sanctuary.*

 

"Citizens of Sanctuary, today one has hidden behind their parchment and quill, posing threats to the well-being of our beloved peace. An Order born of diligent mages seeking little more than study and the spread of their magical arts, the Order of Magi has found its home within Sanctuary as many others have. Its members make up our friends and family, members of our government, our militia and our Prince. The Order of Magi is a part of our town, its members our compatriots. A threat upon them is a threat upon us.

 

Today, a coward threatens us.

 

Do not fear the hidden interloper who masquerades threats on a page for legitimate cause for removal. Though he hides among us, this criminal shall be caught, and punished with the strictest penalties at our disposal. He threatens the Prince's Peace, seeking internal war and infighting, the most primal form of politics one can participate in. No, we shall not give in to the fear he seeks to sow, for that is not our way.

 

We are not afraid of you, coward. We will stand tall. We refuse to accept your threats. For we are Sanctuary, and we shall have peace again."

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

"Now I'm obviously no fan of mages either, but throwing a literal temper tantrum on innocent furniture isn't a good way to bring about change." Mused a stoic-as-ever Artimec as the news reached him.

[Gone 869]

Rumors and whispers of the note reaches Cheza who completely misunderstands the message. Visitors to the Sanctuary guild-hall would start to notice cups and pots of mint tea scattered about the building, each having a small note of their own. 

 

"To keep you relaxed, hydrated, and your breath fresh between customers."

[DrakeHaze. 2524]

Cecil opts out of the Order of Magi out of fear for his furniture and life!

[GDPR 014 48]

The punished agent gave only a shrug, "Such  cowardice akin to the friendly 'Aheral, Sulin'Thil. You're a vermin who will be struck down like the insolent rat you are. This town will know your insides- anymore threats and I shall deal with you, personally." His gauntleted hand fell on the pommel of his Cromwell, eventually walking off.

[Mephistophelian 977]

"Oh. Oh no. They are threatening our furniture. Whatever shall we do."

 

The Archmage drones.

 

"I sure hope they don't break more. Oh how scared this makes me."

 

Little did he know, the Rise of the Furniture Smasher had just begun...

[Elad™ 560]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.