A Bloodbath Begins

[*hunvagy]

Mathard would be seen to walk along the funeral pyres with slight interest, watching the effective and just work of the Red Death. If he spots escaping Anarchs, he would hold them off for the Mercykillers to finish the job. All in all, he regards the proceedings in a heightened mood, stating "Now this is what this city was missing."

[*Light]

Following a particularly long walk about the bloodied ward. Darremar would seek out Isonade to ensure she was at the least holding her own in spite of the apparent guerrilla warfare going on between her faction, the Mercykillers, and the Anarchists.

While the elf was not formally aligned with any faction in particular he would make a stand with this one particular mercykiller should any rise to cause her trouble while he was with her.

[*Zahir]

A masked women, a shadow walks the streets of Sigil, and makes contact occassionaly with beggars, lowlifes, and other tugs. No one could identify her or even make a hint about her. Most of these peoples are probably insane, they tales about speaking shadows in back allays, whoes inquiring about "things".

She built up a network of information with these persons, and keeps tracking movements of the upcomming war. She holds information about Mercykiller ambushes and anarchists blockades and points of interests.
However, these are just gossips, no one knows exactly how much She knows...and why She would know these things.

Some reports unnatural behavior of shadows here and there, but could be merely a myth, urban legend.

[*Pashan01]

One little fey simply keeps her head down during the whole 'curfuffle' as she might be heard to describe it, a severe understatement of the faction wars and ensuing blood bath and just seems relieved that most of the 'nasty' mess happens away from the main bazaar thoroughfares.

She does however start brewing a batch of sticky sweet 'exploding' gobstoppers, enhanced with a magic that mimics the effect of the explosive drinks given to the Mercykillers yet without the final death effect of exploding head - the sweets simply puff out one's cheeks with a fizzeous sherbert gas until the person can hold it in no more, opens mouth and ejects a mass of colourful, predominantly pink and red sherbert bits to give the appearance of a bloody mess about them and anyone who happens to be standing nearby.

She names them 'Red Death Fizz-Bombs'. Popularity of the gobstoppers seems to vary depending on which faction a prospective customer might hold allegiance to.

[*DM_Duke]

At least once Alisohn makes a personal visit to the Hive. Escorted by at least thirty well trained Justicars, the woman amuses herself at the dead corpses that run thick in the street. Some werent even true Anarchists, just poor sods that got caught in the crossfire.

During this moment of glory, she is assaulted by a group of overly daring barmies who are swiftly cut down by her overly fanatic justicar caste.
She waves a hand as the elite begin their search, the dark of every street is illuminated as helbards run any escaping Anarchist through, fire illuminates their bodies dead or alive.

A woman is dragged kicking and screaming before her, bloody nosed and bruised her human face stares back at the young tiefling.

"Is this what you want Anarchist? War?" Alisohn leaned forwards and smiled, caressing the womans face. The woman hissed and looked away. Alisohn bemused herself, this one wouldnt die too quickly, she wanted her to suffer for a good few hours.

"Have her cruisified, and stretched. I want them to understand that we dont tolerate foolishness, ever." The woman's eyes turned to fear and Alisohns reflected a sadistic delight.
The young Factol just began to cackle as the woman screamed and struggled before she was bound to a post and stretched in such a manner her end would be a truley grusome sight.

But the Anarchists were ready to make another strike. As she approached the edge of the hive connecting it to the lower ward. A sudden intervention of arrow fire volleyed right down on the Tiefling.

She snarled and raised a magical shield to ward herself while grasping one of her Justicar's the man took the hail of blades straight into his chest, coughing, she shoved him forwards as he lay dead on the floor.
Her comrades escorted her to saftey, she'd humored herself enough here.

The Anarchists, considering her retreat a minor victory began to use propaganda to their advantage. Not all the casualties were anarchists after all, it was easy to make the masses in the hive become a hornets nest for the Red Death.
A couple of Mercykillers were ganged up on and surrounded, forcefully disarmed and lynched against the portal gate to Nishrek.
Others were hurled into the ethereal plane to be left for the mercy of the even more ruthless automations there.

Now neither side was safe in the hive.

With Mercykillers punishing anyone guilty of raising a chiv to them and Anarchists forced into the dark of things, the situation grew weary. The Silent War between the Red Death and the Anarchists had begun.

[*Darkrob]

Deep within the Hive, relatively distant from the front lines of battle, crowds gathered in makeshift units being prepared to engage incoming Mercykiller troops. This was a mishmash of locals who had picked up the call of revolution, those whoÂ’ve had enough of oppression and slavery by the lords of order. They werenÂ’t trained as well as the invaders but this was their territory. They had used it to hide from the law for countless yearsÂ… and they used that knowledge now to their benefit against the Red Death.

This area was being use to set up and organize attacksÂ… a central base of operations as it was. Only those whoÂ’ve sworn support were permitted here and that was due to the fact that specific leadership members, Anarchist cell leaders and figureheads, were gathered here as well.

Amongst the throng, flanked by armed guards, Phoenix talked to assigned assault leaders about tactics and targets. Weapons were passed and explosives given. He would pause now and then to shake a hand or thank a wounded supporter but his focus was on preparing people to cause as much harm as able. From time to time he would stop and dictate to a lone Bard, marked openly as a SIGIS reporter, who would in turn jot it down.

One of the walls in the area was being used as a trophy case. Mercykiller badges were being nailed to it as they arrived. Once a badge was handed over, a small purse of coin was being given as reward. Bounty had been set on these badges and some of the more enthusiastic anarchists were eager for the extra jink.

The Anarchists were intent on keeping the Red death, and their supporters from entering the Hive. They were using the first few blocks of entry as a bottleneck. Using traps and guerilla warfare to keep them from getting in too far. Although usually loosely organized, the present Anarchist leaders were a buzz of activity and cooperation at this point. Phoenix was sure to continually move between them all to ensure they were all included and their ideas and concerns were taken into consideration.

It had taken him many months to get to this point. Things had finally started to happen. It was time to initiate the next stage of the plan. Time to even the oddsÂ…

[*DM_Duke]

When the fires settled and day five of the chaos had come to a close, Alisohn visited the Hive again, accompanied by thrice her inital cadre. She had no qualms using her manpower as expendable tools. Now she had braught Aosokan Hounds into the equasion aswell, the buggers could sniff out even the most hidden cutter around.
When she saw the mess at the Nishrek portal all that could be described was how infurated the brat teen was, her eyes flared like blazing orbs as blood shot to the very edges.
She screamed out orders to find the ones responsible and ordered that they be captured alive.

Someone was going to hang when and if they were caught.

Meanwhile, Anarchist retaliation continues. The Anarchists begin using their explosives in more creative ways, using the narrow alleys of the hives to create choke points as Mercykilller platoons enter them. Using the rooftops The Anarchists create fire-tunnels by triggering carefully timed ambushes to prevent the Red Death getting away. Then, they just poor boilling oil onto the sods and finish the job.

Alisohn also noticed this while traveling through one of the now empty streets. Seeing how the tactic worked, she countered it by having her sniffer dogs go ahead so that naturally, the muts would die first if anything came to close.
The moment an Anarchist popped out of a wall to ambush her, she jumped backwards, a Red Death restrained the male human berk as she grasped him by the neck and forced his mouth open. She then proceeded to violently cast a number of conjuring water spell suntill he was drowned on the spot, before dropping him dead on the floor like the dog he was.

The hounds fed well on the corpse, the Factol was enjoying her time spent having a little glory for a change rather than spending times in the prison always waiting. Still, she was waiting for someone to get involved, it was only a matter of time before he would.

[*Light]

The elf had been busy following the carnage left by the orc and his mate. Mostly he kept to concealment and would quietly approach after small skirmishes to pick through the wounded and make sure they were given death. He did not favor one faction over another, he would merely finish them off and move on again.

He rarely resorted to direct combat whilst in the midst of doing this. He did however come prepared for a fight should it come his way. This he continued for many hours before he retired from the war-zone for a time. This is likely not the last of such forays as long as the conflict ensues.

[*Azulfae]

The Vorg's are seen in full battle gear heading into the hive and straight through the portal to Nishrek once more.

The male Vorg is seen to be checking everything about the females appearance making her look as orcish as possible. He even looks a little worried and to those that know him it's likely for the first time ever.

An active portal to the eternal realm of battle right in the middle of a battle ground.
Anyone perceptive enough might feel this stinks of trouble.

[*Pashan01]

The slight elf had followed her mate out the attic window, to remain high and hidden upon the rooftops, agily wending way across rooftiles and slates to follow in the stead of those she knew below.

Her anger at the warring sides egging her on, anger at both fanatical faction warriors upon bringing their battles to her neighbourhood. Yet her hand was steady as she followed up the carnage with her bow work, lending magical arrow to finish off what chiv or orcish fist laid assunder.

At the end, many a long arrow would lie within both Revolutionary and Mercykiller alike, careful aim to ensure she sent her sure shot to make each count.