New Crisis in the Hive
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*A. Thereal
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All transpires as Maelfina directs, save for circulating descriptions of abductors since there are none. The kidnapped dancers in question simply vanish, with no hints besides the magical touch of teleportation.
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*Darkrob
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Some of the "sneakier" Revs have begun to change tactics against the Sinkers. They've begun to use poisons, very deadly yet short lived poisons, against their enemies. Special crafted bolts (designed for poison release) fired from highly effective light crosbows. These items are new to the local cells. Up to now they had been unused.
The poisons found on Revs that are killed are also found to become useless after about 4 or 5 hours. It seems it has been designed to become useless to the enemy should they acquire some of it.
This points to speculation that the local Revs have found a new ally. One capable of creating such vile toxins and highly accurate weapons... none which bares markings of any kind. This new tactic should prove as highly useful against the sinkers as only a slight wound is all that is required now.
Also, deep within Rev territory, yet still close enough to be seen from afar, they seem to be setting up some sort of device on a high point in the Ward. From a distance it shows to be about the size of a small bar keg and seems to be made of a highly refective metal and has runes on it. The runes indicate that it might be used for anti-scrying purposes, perhaps for a wide range of area, but has yet to be activated. Two individuals can be seen tying tethers to it in an effort to hold it in place.
The poisons found on Revs that are killed are also found to become useless after about 4 or 5 hours. It seems it has been designed to become useless to the enemy should they acquire some of it.
This points to speculation that the local Revs have found a new ally. One capable of creating such vile toxins and highly accurate weapons... none which bares markings of any kind. This new tactic should prove as highly useful against the sinkers as only a slight wound is all that is required now.
Also, deep within Rev territory, yet still close enough to be seen from afar, they seem to be setting up some sort of device on a high point in the Ward. From a distance it shows to be about the size of a small bar keg and seems to be made of a highly refective metal and has runes on it. The runes indicate that it might be used for anti-scrying purposes, perhaps for a wide range of area, but has yet to be activated. Two individuals can be seen tying tethers to it in an effort to hold it in place.
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*Captain Vanguard
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As a gesture of good will, Felicia Erianne of the Takers pays to commission several medical aid stations and supply facilities for the Hive for the needy.
Not nearly as elaborate as the E.Now project as she is aware how that went, she decides only to provide IF the Hive wants provision.
Those that refuse the Taker Stations aid are given nothing, those that request it are given free food and drink and bed supplies, there also appears, oddly enough to be no catch.
Perhaps its a gesture of good will from the Takers.
Can a heartless have a heart?
Not nearly as elaborate as the E.Now project as she is aware how that went, she decides only to provide IF the Hive wants provision.
Those that refuse the Taker Stations aid are given nothing, those that request it are given free food and drink and bed supplies, there also appears, oddly enough to be no catch.
Perhaps its a gesture of good will from the Takers.
Can a heartless have a heart?
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*ManyFaced
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A stroke of good fortune may have come for the anarchists, and perhaps the hive by extension. An extra-planar delivery service has begun ferrying in unmarked equipment, supplies, traps, and reagents to the Anarchist fighters. The amount is never excessive, to avoid the anarchists reaping long-term benefits after the conflict is over.
The goods come off of Sigil, purchased from primes and border towns then moved to access portals by jammers. The actual orders were performed by the company, who purchased the items with their own jink reserves. Only the higher-ups of the company have had contact with their mysterious employer and know of the contractÂ’s terms or payment, and they are committed to secrecy.
Their payment must have been high, considering how many hoops theyÂ’ve jumped through and risks their people are taking. No doubt the price rises with every shipment and injury.
The goods come off of Sigil, purchased from primes and border towns then moved to access portals by jammers. The actual orders were performed by the company, who purchased the items with their own jink reserves. Only the higher-ups of the company have had contact with their mysterious employer and know of the contractÂ’s terms or payment, and they are committed to secrecy.
Their payment must have been high, considering how many hoops theyÂ’ve jumped through and risks their people are taking. No doubt the price rises with every shipment and injury.
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*Abby
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Sister Abby probably sees an uptick in the number of wounded people dragged into her infirmary, and treats them.
She is hopeful that she won't get a new crime-lord running things in her area. Hers might be a rotten scoundrel, but now that his rapist enforcer has met with a spectacular fiery death for some mysterious reason, Rask pretty much leaves her to her work in peace.
Whomever the "King of Theives" is, she only hopes he has the sense to recognise the value of free healing from her otherwise, copperless infirmary should he come out on top.
She is hopeful that she won't get a new crime-lord running things in her area. Hers might be a rotten scoundrel, but now that his rapist enforcer has met with a spectacular fiery death for some mysterious reason, Rask pretty much leaves her to her work in peace.
Whomever the "King of Theives" is, she only hopes he has the sense to recognise the value of free healing from her otherwise, copperless infirmary should he come out on top.
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*Someuser03
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Recently a Red headed woman going by Sara has been spoted at one of Felicia's Erinne's Aid stations offering to act as a plane guide to give willing refugees the shortest and safest ways out of the hive to there final destinations.Sara refuses any payment offerd for her services, she provides it free for the needy.
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*A. Thereal
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The combined efforts of the adventurers and Anarchs are more than the Sinker Separatists can handle. At first it seemed as if their numbers were great enough to withstand the resistance against them, and their loyalty to the King pushed them onward. But as each adventurer threw in their resources the Separatists found themselves quickly outmatched.
The battle for the Hive has slowed to a near halt as the Sinkers have been killed, deserted, or fallen back into their headquarters at Whisper Alley, where theyÂ’ve heavily fortified themselves. All of their activity outside the alley has ceased and the WardÂ’s access ways are cleared, the streets vacated, and the taverns no longer treated to the KingÂ’s subjugation. Life gradually returns to normal as refugees return to their homes, and those who bunkered down finally dare to exit after the long conflict.
The King himself has not communicated with anyone since his last message to Phoenix, nor has he retaliated against the Hive tavern keepers when they resume serving whomever they like. The only public evidence of his presence is the determination of the entrenched Sinkers at Whisper Alley.
However, Amaku finds a rolled parchment in her dagger sheath, and the dagger itself is gone.
The battle for the Hive has slowed to a near halt as the Sinkers have been killed, deserted, or fallen back into their headquarters at Whisper Alley, where theyÂ’ve heavily fortified themselves. All of their activity outside the alley has ceased and the WardÂ’s access ways are cleared, the streets vacated, and the taverns no longer treated to the KingÂ’s subjugation. Life gradually returns to normal as refugees return to their homes, and those who bunkered down finally dare to exit after the long conflict.
The King himself has not communicated with anyone since his last message to Phoenix, nor has he retaliated against the Hive tavern keepers when they resume serving whomever they like. The only public evidence of his presence is the determination of the entrenched Sinkers at Whisper Alley.
However, Amaku finds a rolled parchment in her dagger sheath, and the dagger itself is gone.
[OOC: Amaku doesnÂ’t actually lose her dagger.]wrote:Dearest Amaku,
I tire of our game of cat and mouse, IÂ’ve grown bored with harassment of the Hive, and I can feel the very eyes of Sigil turning upon me. The Lady has taken notice, as was inevitable, and I now make to depart. However, you are a loose end that I would dearly love to sever.
I pose to you a choice: Comply with the following, or ignore me and leave me to flee Sigil for the time being. If you opt for the latter, I will be gone, the city free of me for a time, but I also will return someday more powerful and once again subject your beloved Hive to my reign. Not to mention, you will have failed in stopping me. However, if you opt for the former then IÂ’ll steal you away and we can enjoy the drama of our final confrontation. IÂ’ve long wondered if you possess the mettle to match me and since I was robbed of that mystery last we encountered, I eagerly anticipate the revelation.
If you accept, then leave your oafish squad to do as they please and walk out into the Hive streets alone to approach the orphanage you previously endangered. Take a moment to appreciate the sight and then declare: Long live The King.
Then weÂ’ll have our audience.
Regards,
The King
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*Captain Vanguard
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Why was this man so adamant to face her alone? Amaku wondered... yet perhaps it was the right time, a breathe shook behind her ear as she felt the creeping call of deaths hand press itself on her shoulder. Perhaps this would be the end, perhaps not, but what ever the case, she had not felt this way since the time she came into confrontation with Ashen, and lost.
All her life Amy had been a Hiver, this was her home, this was part of her, her curse. She wanted to leave it behind but every time she tried some new shadow of the Hive found its way into her life. This king, perhaps, had something to do with that shadow, a final link in the puzzle, a final thread in the chain that created a knot that would finally complete the riddle asked.
She had a choice... let him leave, let her history be abbandoned forever at the risk that one day he would indeed return to cause trouble. She doubted given his reputation, he would have any chance of doing so again under the same Alias, but then, madder men had tried to unmake her before.
She mused the confrontation, what, or who, would be awaiting her at that Orphanage? Perhaps one of the Orphans the Anarchists raised to serve their corrupt cells... perhaps a simple madman, she had never met, whos obsession with her would lead him to hunt her to the very ends of her history.
...But what ever the case it would end where it began, Amaku knew too well it was impossible to run away from that, she could try but the Hive always kept comming back.
With a reluctant sigh she unclipped her Samurai Mon, the crest of the Harmonium from her Arcadian inspired design beamed highly. Notary Kour looked at her confused.
"Mover? Whats the matter?" She tilted her head in concern.
"Its nothin' you need worry yourself about, listen well Kour... I want you to bring this Banner back to Sarin, if somethin' goes wrong, absoleutley remember, this banner, must go to Sarin...
There must always be one hardhead in our ranks that utterly refuses to budge, someone who will not compramise, will not give up. Because if you fight for peace, you must believe you can achieve it, somehow, against the odds.
I dont... know if I have found the answer to my peace, but I know yours has just begun Kour, do this one thing for me, and if you dont hear from me again, it was an Honour to meet you Paladin, you and the rest can go home."
Kour looked at her growing even more frustrated than confused, she took Amakus hand just as the woman was about to leave.
"What ever your doing, we go with you to the end... we are Harmonium, a team, a unified body, you taught us that, as your Measure taught you, how can I forget everything ive learned if you abbandon it now?"
Her eyes stung with what Amaku feared to be a look of resigned fear, even sadness. But Amaku smiled and turned to face her warmly, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Oh lass, you are a spinning reflection of everything I wish I could have been at your age... but ive passed my time, if the deadbook has finally got ready to sign my name into its records, then I know what must be done. This is more than you or I... this is peace, and peace will always come at a price, we must one day, be ready to pay."
Kour took a deep breathe. "Let us go with you..." she protested meakly, but the determination in Amaku's eyes barred absoleutley no compramise.
"I must, face this alone... Kour, go and... before you do, take this to Maelfina Sixthfinger..." She gave her a Scythe hand crafted by Maelfina. "Tell her it belongs to someone who can better use it now, as its last masters time has come..."
Kour stared at her shaking her head. "You cant do this... I cant let you do it mover, even if you are my superiour... I wont."
"I am ordering it... ...If, this is our last meeting, dont, let it be one we part in tears. Dont cry because its over Kour, smile because it happened."
Kour did smile, but her tears were faught back by a determined look as she fought them down with a shaken nod. "I will never stop believing in peace Mover..."
"I would expect you not to" she grinned one last cheeky grin and finally began to walk away to the confusion of the other men.
"Return home... all of you."
Then, she went to face destiny, be it her making, or her end.
All her life Amy had been a Hiver, this was her home, this was part of her, her curse. She wanted to leave it behind but every time she tried some new shadow of the Hive found its way into her life. This king, perhaps, had something to do with that shadow, a final link in the puzzle, a final thread in the chain that created a knot that would finally complete the riddle asked.
She had a choice... let him leave, let her history be abbandoned forever at the risk that one day he would indeed return to cause trouble. She doubted given his reputation, he would have any chance of doing so again under the same Alias, but then, madder men had tried to unmake her before.
She mused the confrontation, what, or who, would be awaiting her at that Orphanage? Perhaps one of the Orphans the Anarchists raised to serve their corrupt cells... perhaps a simple madman, she had never met, whos obsession with her would lead him to hunt her to the very ends of her history.
...But what ever the case it would end where it began, Amaku knew too well it was impossible to run away from that, she could try but the Hive always kept comming back.
With a reluctant sigh she unclipped her Samurai Mon, the crest of the Harmonium from her Arcadian inspired design beamed highly. Notary Kour looked at her confused.
"Mover? Whats the matter?" She tilted her head in concern.
"Its nothin' you need worry yourself about, listen well Kour... I want you to bring this Banner back to Sarin, if somethin' goes wrong, absoleutley remember, this banner, must go to Sarin...
There must always be one hardhead in our ranks that utterly refuses to budge, someone who will not compramise, will not give up. Because if you fight for peace, you must believe you can achieve it, somehow, against the odds.
I dont... know if I have found the answer to my peace, but I know yours has just begun Kour, do this one thing for me, and if you dont hear from me again, it was an Honour to meet you Paladin, you and the rest can go home."
Kour looked at her growing even more frustrated than confused, she took Amakus hand just as the woman was about to leave.
"What ever your doing, we go with you to the end... we are Harmonium, a team, a unified body, you taught us that, as your Measure taught you, how can I forget everything ive learned if you abbandon it now?"
Her eyes stung with what Amaku feared to be a look of resigned fear, even sadness. But Amaku smiled and turned to face her warmly, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Oh lass, you are a spinning reflection of everything I wish I could have been at your age... but ive passed my time, if the deadbook has finally got ready to sign my name into its records, then I know what must be done. This is more than you or I... this is peace, and peace will always come at a price, we must one day, be ready to pay."
Kour took a deep breathe. "Let us go with you..." she protested meakly, but the determination in Amaku's eyes barred absoleutley no compramise.
"I must, face this alone... Kour, go and... before you do, take this to Maelfina Sixthfinger..." She gave her a Scythe hand crafted by Maelfina. "Tell her it belongs to someone who can better use it now, as its last masters time has come..."
Kour stared at her shaking her head. "You cant do this... I cant let you do it mover, even if you are my superiour... I wont."
"I am ordering it... ...If, this is our last meeting, dont, let it be one we part in tears. Dont cry because its over Kour, smile because it happened."
Kour did smile, but her tears were faught back by a determined look as she fought them down with a shaken nod. "I will never stop believing in peace Mover..."
"I would expect you not to" she grinned one last cheeky grin and finally began to walk away to the confusion of the other men.
"Return home... all of you."
Then, she went to face destiny, be it her making, or her end.