Postby Wolfsong » Tue Apr 02, 2013 6:28 pm
OOC- I feel kinda sorry for Saify-what a blow to come
Romulus and Oracle arrived to a scene of chaos. Mia Uomlith Allnein was in ruins, destroyed, a shadow of the glory it once boasted of. The golden, magnificent temple-like buildings had crumbled, and some few stones carried traces of fire and blood. Oracle passed a mod with his throat cut and shivered.
"Who could do such a thing?" she whispered.
"The hackers, doubtless," Romulus hissed. "So much destruction. Those miserable monsters must be more widespread that we thought-"
He tripped, falling heavily. Oracle cried out, and he rolled over for a better look. His eyes widened and he scrambled over.
"Chancellor!" Oracle cried, urgently shaking the still form. "Chancellor! Please wake up!"
"Don't shake him," Romulus cautioned. "He may have internal injuries. We'll need a proper doctor and possibly-"
"Excuse me, but would you refrain?"
They both looked down incredulously. Regarding them with a dry, humerous smile were the Chancellor's open eyes. He continued, "An iboprophen would probably be best, a healing drought at worst. I've got a splitting headache, and unless that blow cleaved my head in two, then that should be the least of my worries."
Romulus smiled. "Good to see you, Chancellor. Do you by any chance know who did this?"
Chancellor nodded. "Do you know Reysa?"
"The mod who chose to be a monstrous, demon-like persona?" at his nod, Oracle asked, "So he did this?"
"Apparently he and the hackers have been working together for some time. You do know Reysa was the one who suggested adding slavery to the game? He said it would give several quests for the players, but I belive now that he was just wanting to use it as a cover for him and his followers." He sat up, clutching his head. "My gosh."
"Is no one else left?" Oracle asked quietly, while Romulus fumbled around in his pack.
"I'm not sure. My thanks-" he took the healing drought Romulus offered and drank sparingly. He glanced around, then rose unsteadily. He looked around, then gasped and tettered over to the body barely visible in the mist. "Biera, my gosh! What could have possibly taken you down?"
And indeed, there lay Biera, her pale eyes half-closed. Her body was riddled with cuts, bruises and worse. Arrows protruded from various spots, and there were definite signs of somethign having ravaged her side.
"Oh, nothing, only that rotten no-good son of a mangy dog!" Biera gasped, coughing up a little blood. It was perfectly clear she was dying, and would not last much longer. Romulus tried to give her some drought, but she shoved it away. "It won't do any good, not now. I'm too far gone. I'm surprised I'm still conscious." She looked at the Chancellor. "Reysa had his men attack me first, but when I managed to get through and start trying to stone him, he transformed. Here are the results." She roled her eyes toward her injured side,. "Pay him back for me, Okay?"
Unexpected tears came into the Chancellor's eyes as he firmly clasped her hand. "Bieda, my right arm and mod, I will sorely miss your aid in this."
"Tosh, I'll be coming back. You wouldn't get anything done otherwise."
"Yes, but we'll have this mess straightened out before then." The Chancellor shook his head. "Bieda, I know I never told you, but now as this is my last chance, I shall do so." He suddenly grinned. "I always thought you were beautiful, despite your ever so rough manner."
The old fire, and even some fun, burned in her eyes. "You filthy little leech. You'd hit on a tree if I put a skirt on it, you-" she gasped again, and the fire died.
"-piece of offal," he finished, smiling sadly. "And you died with the fire still strong in you, just as you always wished." He closed her empty eyes. He stood, hands clenched. "Don't worry, old friend. I'll avenge you and everyone else."
"You'll want a hand, I presume?"
They whirled around, then Oracle cried out in delight. "Cyrano! You came back!"
Romulus started in awe at this player, this living lehend as he was known. he stood in the archway with his hands on his hips, head cocked slightly. His black hair was tied back in a short tail which the winds made it thrash about, as though it had a life of its own. His bright brown eyes sparkled, despite their sadness as they took in the mess. Two black, wolfish ears twitched, alert for every sound. His long, bushy black tail stood erect. On his back was strapped a broadsword that was even taller than he was. he grinned at their shocked faces.
"Yes, I'm back." He glanced aroudn, adding, "Look like I'll have another mess to clean up, too."
Remus followed Rinya, carving his way through the mess. Slowly, they managed to work into a tunnel, and broke free of the melee. He rushed into it. "Come on! lets hurry!"
Pierce stared at the doorway. "How close?"
"She just needs to turn down the passage. Are you sure you want to leave the door open?"
Pierce was quiet, then shrugged. "It doesn't matter. A confrontation will occur sooner or later. At least we have a new weapon." He grinned at Silk, and positioned himself just out of view, wanting Saify to enter before she saw him.
"It was nice while it lasted, Saify," he murmured quietly. "But now...business is business, and this is the chance of a lifetime."