The Razorvine Embrace

[*Er_Nano_Infame]

Golem keeps bazar clear from growing vines: rip rip. since it's big iron golem it gives fucks not about razor edge stems. and since is a big cumbersome golem it MAY ((up to the specifics of the golem)) get entangled a few times and bumps here and there against walls, lamps, doors, stalls and so on, as it eradicate vines, these also wrapping and crawling in intricate coils around objects and narrow places. or it may rip away said elements along with the vines if it's not careful enough as well

[*Lucereflame]

*Garm the Gray would have fun and joy about the city jumping inside walls of vines as he makes his way across the city. the slaad would laugh and cheer about the city as he did so his flesh mending itself together if any of the leaves and barbs had managed to cut into his skin*

[*Er_Nano_Infame]

depending on the type of resilience of his skin, garm may pretty much hop in the vines unscathed (they be of wood after all), contributing to the light chaos and damages the razor plants bring to the everyday life in the cage. vines bits scattered about as he rushes through them. and some bashers of course yelling at him and his idiocity, others just wishing him to bleed dry

[*Midnight]

Caterina would walk to Khazeets stepping past the chain gang of prisoners overseen by a whip wielding mercykiller. She would take a seat at one oft he tables after ordering herself a cup of tea. She would watch the prisoners progress with a faint smile before finishing her tea, paying for the drink with a tip and heading of towards the lady's ward for another day of paperwork.

[*Darkrob]

Chain gang masters would find themselves under sporadic sniper fire from rooftops and other coverings. The sniper appears to be well armed, impossible to predict and extremely deadly in aim and damage. Lesser guards would be easy prey, succumbing to the sniping rapidly. Tougher, more "well trained" Mercykillers would sustain injury before fatality. Only the chain gang Mercykillers are targeted... Prisoners are not nor are individual patrols. All other "anti-Razorvine" groups are left alone.

[*Er_Nano_Infame]

and so the prisoners are brought back to the prisons, dirty with dust, soil, various vines bits, blood and sweat, sore and scratched by the razorvines, and their quarrel. if the dead prisoner would be revived is either up to charae or her superiors, though considering his sentence wasn't death, he might as well be, for what it matters

[*DarkArc]

Unless her superiors objected, Charae revived the prisoner and the dead Namer. The prisoner was not to be executed, but if he was it would be by the hand of the Red Death.

[*WhenWizardsWar]

Hearing of the disturbance, Christopher Cryptbane uses what he can of his new position as measure one to increase the patrols in the city, he orders patrols in threes with tower shields to provide over lapping defensive abilitys for their fellow brothers in arms and the citisens, and he he is seen placing well armored and armed Harmonium Archers in key spots on the roof tops to over look the more congested and heavily traveled areas, to the troops he says the following.

"Alright you lot listen up!. I've been a simple namer until recently, but Ive finally gotten tired of being pushed around in this city!. This is our city and we are responsable for the Harmony of it and all within it!. The Razorvines are becoming a problem! I want eyes and ears open for anyone seen working with the weed or distracting the Dabus! They are to be arrested and brought in for questioning!. Now, this...this roof top sniper or snipesr? Well guess what, even if he or she isnt acting alone they picked the wrong city to mess with!. I want your eyes and ears open at all times! If you see a shadow, or a shimmer or hear even the tinest thing that sounds abit odd you are to investigate it, we cannot and will not take any chances!. I want you to keep your eyes on the market place, pay attention to what people are buying, shake down the fletchers and bowyers, any unusual purchases are to be noted, do not arrest anyone for sceptical purchases just be aware of them!.

"THIS IS OUR CITY, WE ARE THE HARMONIUM, ITS TIME TO RESTORE HARMONY TO THE GREAT RING! YOU ARE DISMISSED!".

[*Plaxy100]

During the next, outing Merium Pinklily, would lead a small out posting, just a few 3 or 4 namers that where specialized in stealth as she was,((well maybe not as good but at least figure are stealth specialist)) and hide out in advantages spots among the rooftops, If anybody even tries to Interfere with operations, there would await a nasty surprise for them called, deviously poisoned daggers.

Also a letter is sent to both guvnors and Harmonium in fast report that Mercykillers will protect there own, and keep to protecting the citizens to avoid collusion.

[*Ambiguous Ruin]

Corny would walk with a swag to see the remnants of the scenery after the initial assault and ask around what had happened. "Huh, tha's ratha' darin' o' 'em. Well... brilliant, dum' an' darin'... nae necessarily in tha' orda'." snerking he'd then continue to walk behind the houses to see where there are access points to the rooftops, they had to get to the roofs from somewhere afterall, and go talk with the residents there to achieve further details in following subjects;

- What did the said people look like; uniforms, disguises notable insignias or distinguishable details?
- Which direction did they come from, they couldn't after all just appear from thin air?
- Which direction did they leave to, because they couldn't just disappear into thin air?
- How many of them was there, to see how talented or organized they are?

His tone not one of judgement or intent of retribution and he'd offer competent price for details to prevent previous meager bribes from telling the truth. And cross-reference with at least three separate people that know something, the jink would be passed discreetly to not draw attention and he'd make it low key regardless with the heightened security measures on at the time. His words said one thing and his demeanor another, could've been thought to talk about funny story for those not close enough to hear anything.

Depending on the details and directions if they lead to same place he'd follow it, if they lead to different place, he'd pursue them. Not with a rush, at times stopping by rooted out residents and people to ask if they had seen anyone of such description as well as looking for near alleyways and trashdumps to see if such attire had suddenly found itself vanishing.