Discord
Changelog
07-20-2010, 08:28 PM
Gharak Surn and Drethian Mons arrived at the Caravanseri Stable an hour before dawn, each ready to invest in a mount and chatting about the color of horses as they looked over the available stock.
Piercing screams and the sounds of battle inside the nearby tavern startled each and Gharak suggested to Drethian to scout out the disturbance while Gharak stood where he was. A determined Drethian disappeared into the establishment, not returning quickly enough for Gharaks comfort. Gharak led his new horse outside the stables and mounted it, riding around to the front of the building to see if something was amiss there. Out of the front door, a frightened yet resolved Drethian announced that many werewolves were inside attacking the staff and customers. Many dead, many wounded and more changing as the lycanthropy spread like a fire, all while the seconds dragged on. Drethian plunged back inside, ready to do battle with the fearsome creatures, while Gharak froze in fear of risking his life over spilled beverages. Turning his horse about, he instead went to look for legionnares to assist in this trouble. Legionnares were conspiciously absent, with none to be found near the north gate and with only scant manning of the walls, he turned back only to see Drethian re-emerge from the tavern, half dead and covered in his own blood and the blood of others. A single legionnare ran up to both and informed them that these events were happening all over the city. "Avoid the inns, taverns and other public places. Seek a temple for shelter." The soldier delivered the message and rushed to meet what few of his comrades were still about at this hour of the morning to organize some form of defense.
The pair of adventurers could have listened to the soldier but curiosity getting the best of them, and possibly a need to make a diffrence drew them southward towards the more crowded areas near the market and harbor. Werewolves on rampages, slaying citizens and partially devouring corpses, roaring humanoid boars of titanic girth waddled about, leaving death and anguished pain in their wake, this was the sight of south Bezantur that early morning. Still with little to no suppourt from the soldiery, Gharak rode frantically about, picking at raging lycans with a crossbow from horseback. His tactic paid off, as shocked citizens provided the time he needed to damage them. The sacrifice the citizen made with their life, helped to fell a beast. This sort of fighting went on. Drethian, worried he might have been bitten, saw a cleric during the tumlit, verifying him as healthy, he hurried back to battle what seemed to be a growing number of lycanthropes.
Finally, a small gathering of soldiers managed to stage a small defense. Killing one of the worst of the wereboars, securing the slave market from further harm. When asked by one of the soldiers what he was doing out here during all of this, Gharak replied, "Helping you, unless you do not want it?" The soldier told him to bugger off. So much for getting credit for heroism. Lathander broke the chokehold on the city as dawn rushed in, sending all infected back to the origional forms they came from. The sickness, shrinking back and waiting patiently for the next night to come.
Piercing screams and the sounds of battle inside the nearby tavern startled each and Gharak suggested to Drethian to scout out the disturbance while Gharak stood where he was. A determined Drethian disappeared into the establishment, not returning quickly enough for Gharaks comfort. Gharak led his new horse outside the stables and mounted it, riding around to the front of the building to see if something was amiss there. Out of the front door, a frightened yet resolved Drethian announced that many werewolves were inside attacking the staff and customers. Many dead, many wounded and more changing as the lycanthropy spread like a fire, all while the seconds dragged on. Drethian plunged back inside, ready to do battle with the fearsome creatures, while Gharak froze in fear of risking his life over spilled beverages. Turning his horse about, he instead went to look for legionnares to assist in this trouble. Legionnares were conspiciously absent, with none to be found near the north gate and with only scant manning of the walls, he turned back only to see Drethian re-emerge from the tavern, half dead and covered in his own blood and the blood of others. A single legionnare ran up to both and informed them that these events were happening all over the city. "Avoid the inns, taverns and other public places. Seek a temple for shelter." The soldier delivered the message and rushed to meet what few of his comrades were still about at this hour of the morning to organize some form of defense.
The pair of adventurers could have listened to the soldier but curiosity getting the best of them, and possibly a need to make a diffrence drew them southward towards the more crowded areas near the market and harbor. Werewolves on rampages, slaying citizens and partially devouring corpses, roaring humanoid boars of titanic girth waddled about, leaving death and anguished pain in their wake, this was the sight of south Bezantur that early morning. Still with little to no suppourt from the soldiery, Gharak rode frantically about, picking at raging lycans with a crossbow from horseback. His tactic paid off, as shocked citizens provided the time he needed to damage them. The sacrifice the citizen made with their life, helped to fell a beast. This sort of fighting went on. Drethian, worried he might have been bitten, saw a cleric during the tumlit, verifying him as healthy, he hurried back to battle what seemed to be a growing number of lycanthropes.
Finally, a small gathering of soldiers managed to stage a small defense. Killing one of the worst of the wereboars, securing the slave market from further harm. When asked by one of the soldiers what he was doing out here during all of this, Gharak replied, "Helping you, unless you do not want it?" The soldier told him to bugger off. So much for getting credit for heroism. Lathander broke the chokehold on the city as dawn rushed in, sending all infected back to the origional forms they came from. The sickness, shrinking back and waiting patiently for the next night to come.