Post by Israfel on Jun 5, 2008 7:54:19 GMT -5
Down the dark alleyway, the cat screeches a warning.
It is not the only set of eyes watching you. You wake up in the gutter with a lump on your head and missing your money pouch.
You're lucky you weren't target to others.
Nobles take sips of wine only to choke and die moments later. Poor wretches.
Screams fill the city every full moon. Damned radicals.
Maniacal laughter emenates from the Police Station. Eerie Sheriff.
Commoners scream in the factories. Unlucky ones.
But to those commoners that would defect from the nobles and refuse to give them what they want, there is hope; two guilds rule the city of Gravion. The Keepers, and the Assassins. They take in the damned and the hopeless and give them the skills necassary to combat the wickedness of the nobles.
But something is amiss. The leaders of both guilds turn up dead, leaving two fresh leaders in their midst, and pointing fingers in every which way. Including towards each other. What will become of the Guilds that rule the underworld?What demon rules over the Soldiers that guard the nobles? What truths lie behind the Pagan's teachings?
"...And the manfools piled rock on rocks and raised a treesie roof,
hammers saws tear the skin of goodsie wood...
...and laughs at the Woodsie Lord.
...And when learns the Lord of this,
He sends His beastesses to the manfools...
...who attacks and hammers saws their useless fleshes,
and build him a house of they rotting skins."
-Unattributed Trickster song
It's only a matter of time before all hell breaks loose... Who's side will you take?