S.i.g.i.s Latest Edition Red Hot.
Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 12:00 am
The cycle was winding down, many people shuffled across the workshop floor eagerly putting the finishing touches on the latest edition of S.I.G.I.S, ink stained hands flexed with fatigue and many people hunched over tables rearranging what articles would go where.
One such laborer shuffled over and opened a window for some fresh (by Sigil standards) air. He narrowed his eyes towards the outside, unsure if his eyes indeed saw a flurry of shadows and shapes moving around in the dark. He turned to head back in side after a moment and was suddenly knocked backwards into the work ship as the loud resounding click of a crossbow echoed, the bolt piercing the mans throat and carrying him back into the workshop.
A single breath of time later various windows shattered as heavy vials were tossed through them. As the vials shattered on the workshop floor they emitted a bright blinding flash and produced an instant burst of flame which quickly spread to what ever flammable material happened to be nearby, which in a shop filled with chemicals and paper was sure to be a significant quantity. The worst of it though was the building, the very stone of the building seemed to catch on fire!, the flames eagerly devouring and consuming the stone from the inside out!.
The S.I.G.I.S staff, panicked and not sure who would do such a thing to writers of freedom and expression not to mention the truth, flung the doors open and began to flee into the streets, terrified for their life.
Then came a symphony of twinging bow strings and clicking crossbows which ended the screams of the panicked employees.
Some did get away though.
When the local officials arrive on scene the fire has burned itself out and the assailants are long gone.
A few people did witness a flurry of shapes and figures moving around at the time of the massacre, some of them even walked in the street for a moment but they were all faded and shadowy as if protected by magic, their forms were dark, wavy and transparent.
One such laborer shuffled over and opened a window for some fresh (by Sigil standards) air. He narrowed his eyes towards the outside, unsure if his eyes indeed saw a flurry of shadows and shapes moving around in the dark. He turned to head back in side after a moment and was suddenly knocked backwards into the work ship as the loud resounding click of a crossbow echoed, the bolt piercing the mans throat and carrying him back into the workshop.
A single breath of time later various windows shattered as heavy vials were tossed through them. As the vials shattered on the workshop floor they emitted a bright blinding flash and produced an instant burst of flame which quickly spread to what ever flammable material happened to be nearby, which in a shop filled with chemicals and paper was sure to be a significant quantity. The worst of it though was the building, the very stone of the building seemed to catch on fire!, the flames eagerly devouring and consuming the stone from the inside out!.
The S.I.G.I.S staff, panicked and not sure who would do such a thing to writers of freedom and expression not to mention the truth, flung the doors open and began to flee into the streets, terrified for their life.
Then came a symphony of twinging bow strings and clicking crossbows which ended the screams of the panicked employees.
Some did get away though.
When the local officials arrive on scene the fire has burned itself out and the assailants are long gone.
A few people did witness a flurry of shapes and figures moving around at the time of the massacre, some of them even walked in the street for a moment but they were all faded and shadowy as if protected by magic, their forms were dark, wavy and transparent.