A Time For Fire, A Time For Steel, A Time for Blood.

[The King Of The Moon 7016]

 

[!] Pamphlets litter the streets of Sutica and Carolustatd, detailing recent events:
 

Click.

 

That’s how it started. A single bolt, from a single crossbow, held by a simple machine with a simple purpose.
The first sutican to fall was an unsuspected Dark Elf, clad in magely attire – and targeted for such – she was dead before she hit the ground.

 

Click.

 

The second shot was fired; a man of flame accompanying the other of steel, and so another alleged witch fell to her knees.

 

A volley of arrows had been returned, but none hit the questionable pair. They were well guarded, they were prepared. To and fro the shooting commenced until the assailants became aware of a more real threat; a witch-queen, Lily, and her impish lover.

 

”We are men of God, sorceress! Men of virtue, men of progress, and we will stand idle no longer as your kin bathe our world in black magic! Repent now or bathe in your own blood!”

Spell she did throw and harm she did seek, but the mage was unable to fell the pair. One of her zealots, an elf – whose mind had been poisoned by the witch-queen – came against the vigilantes and was too felled. Another witch came to her mistress’ aid and found herself maimed, whereupon the enchantress and her accomplice locked themselves away.

It was through valour, honour and skill that these men did prevail. It was God’s will that they would undo the heathens of the south, and so it was done. The fortress was scaled, the dragon slain, its head claimed... And from its ivory tower, removed.

The streets of sutica ran red with the blood of occultists that day, but its princess did not abandon her post. The men of God would not let her... No. She was left to watch forevermore, over her city of corpses.

[Unwillingly 18133]

“Truly now?” Cyrene asks the one she spoke with, a soft smile clawing at her scarred face as her gaze moves to a nearby uniform-- one she’d not worn in years. “Well... she always did have a thing for spooks. I would know.” 

[Jondead 260]

”The pawn falls.” Said Sighard as he heard the word of the events “Perhaps this will lead to opportunity.” 

[JEEGK 1367]

The Hawk held his head high and his sword raised – celebrating his day of victory. The battle was won, but the war had just begun.

[jdesarno 381]

Thorvn rolled his eyes, remembering well enough why he doesn’t fleet to ‘impure’ counties as of late.

 

The man went back to his loaf of seasoned bread, wishing the worlds conflicts away in his mental conscious.

[someome 2053]

A particular druid, still sequestered away within the deep forests, catches wind of the affairs. Upon learning, he would merely sigh and state.

“Once again? Eh, t’ose who canno’ stand are at no fault bu’ t’eir own.”

 

He’d then promptly disappear in the thickets again.

[GDPR 014 48]

Good men are congratulated.

[LithiumSedai 5750]

”Mein Gott!” cried out Jan Sigmar, the famed Savior of Sutica, nearly choking on his Waldenian brezel. Correcting the fit of his crown, disturbed by his bewilderment, the knight put aside the works of von Spivey he’d been studying to thoroughly examine the reports of gang violence in Sutica, comparable to murder rates of Holm and Little Norland.

[Jentos 9425]

A certain raevir nodded at the parchment, somewhat sad that he had not been invited to such festivities. 

[Chase 3793]

Evar'tir shrugs. "I have no sympathy for those who refuse to defend their homeland, when directly attacked." The Chancellor stated, leaning back in the chair he sat in. 

[Ankan 2875]

The Maheral popped a big fat grape into his mouth as a courier read him the news out loud. Not a tear was wept for the impures and dark magicians who died that day.

[Destroyer_Bravo 1054]

“What’s the point in killing her if she doesn’t know how to die?” jeers some elf from the sidelines

[Parker 390]

A certain Abrams would become giddy, clockwork spinning abnormally at the hearing of this.

[AgentMemory 69]

Theodora lay in the clinic bed, nursing the bolt wound to her leg. Once the young woman caught wind of the pamphlets she would let out a sigh, saddened by the news.

[Its_Just_Leap 399]

A Witch sits on the rooftops of Sutica days after the incident. Her feet sway back and forth as she hums to herself. “Mmmh. . . and just like Cyrene the leader of Sutica falls to her own ignorance. I’d be more apathetic towards her death if she actually treated most of her citizens with any semblance of respect. Glad to see her head atop a pike.” The little witch let out a cackle as she rolled backwards onto the rooftops.