Red_Huntings

In the outskirts of Solace stood Ari Hightower, a Count and four unknown men. One of the unknown men approached Ari, asking of her to come with him, as he is a Monk of the Wilven Sanctuary. Ari willingly follows the man and his companions. As they almost leave the outskirts of the city, no living being in sight but the group of 5, they stop in their tracks outside an abandoned home. The 'monk' asks of Ari of whom own home they stood before. As Ari begins to lose herself in thought, the group backs away, the 'monk' stands behind her, releasing a powerful open palm strike to the back of her neck. Ari Hightower fell to the ground unconscious, unknown to the fact she would be attack. The 'monk' steps over her unconscious body, slamming his booted foot down on her neck, the bones make a gruesome noise as they snap. The 'monk' reaches down, grabbing a handful of her hair, he lifts her head, throwing a left hand open palm strike to her throat, crushing her windpipe. The 'monk' releases her, they look about for anyone who had witnessed the attack, none had. They quickly flee, leaving Ari Hightower face down unconscious in the gravel, unable to breath. Although all was not so dark and dim, for the true monks had arrived, finding the woman, they had managed to save her within a bare inch of her life. Yet the would-be-killers had gotten away . .

*During a moonless night at the Alras graveyard, stood a large crowd, huddled together, hoods drawn up. A man in the religious monk robes of Om’echan stood atop a makeshift stage. He bellowed out to the dark shadowed crowd.* “The Nobles of the Empire of Oren insult our Gods! They name our Gods as false! They proclaim that their one and only God is the true God of Asulon! I say nay! The Gods both Great and Lesser have spoken to me in my dreams! Amongst the clouds they held their council, it is there they decided the fate of the Nobles! The Gods have tasked me to do their bidding, it is here where I call upon the faithful to give me their aid! I beseech of you, Brethren! Aid me in this task and the Gods will watch over you in your years to come.” *As the zealous man finishes his speech, the crowd grows wild in cheer, shouting out their agreement and excitement.* _________________________________ *Outside the gates of Arethor, in the slumps, tacked to many houses are pieces of parchment, they all have the same message* “Dear Nobles of the Holy Empire of Oren, The Gods have watched you mistreat the peasants of your realm. The Gods, both Greater and Lesser have come together to hold council upon the mortals of this realm, Harnduk, Khali-Shi and Ka-Hooli have given their blessing to send these nobles to the Halls of Khali-Shi where they will be judged upon their crimes in life. We, the servants of the Gods both Greater and Lesser, gladly do their bidding and shall deliver a quick and decisive death to these noblemen. Whether or not our brethren of the Wilven Sanctuary save their lives matters naught, We shall deliver our message. Each time a Nobleman lay slain, their name shall be stricken.” ---- Uthor Silverblade Winter Silverblade Gideon Silverblade Elasser Silverblade Boiendl Silverblade Nico Silverblade Kya Silverblade Skyler Silverblade Kyra Silverblade Eze’kiel Tarus Haelphon Tarus James Hightower Lancel Hightower Ari Hightower Robin Drake II Ser Charles Gawyn Vold Jon Norsem Patrick Denims Artorus Elendil Ser Lion Alexander Horen Godfrey Horen ---- The Red Huntings have begun.