Sigil: City of Doors

The loose unit of Anarchists moved through the alleys of the Hive. This area of the ward was fairly close to the Lower ward so they were exercising a little more caution as usual. Many of the houses and buildings in this particular neighborhood had either been abandoned or burned out. It was a spiders nest of jagged rubble and well hidden traps. Very few people wandered this area except hidden units of Revolutionaries and the odd patrol of Mercykillers.

This particular group was led by Phoenix. He had personally rigged this area and was now in the midst of officially mapping it out, much like one would map out a mine field. 1 trap here, another there, more yet over there. He was a master trapper and this was his profession. If he had sent lesser trappers to do this task some may well not come back. The people that accompanied him, both male and female, were happy to be alongÂ… if only to learn a little more about a very dangerous profession and to learn from an expert.

After about an hour of painstaking mapping, the group was ready to return to their lair deep within the Hive when a distinct noise of falling rubble could be heard from the next block over. A plume of dust rose above a nearby building and some cries of surprise and injury quickly followed. Using a form of rogue Cant, Phoenix moved his people through various wall holes and windows into the direction of the sudden noise.

A small group of Mercykillers had become trapped within the debris of a fallen storefront. They had entered through the front door (or what was left of it) in search of Anarchist activity. During their search the roof had given in and buried the lot of them. They now found themselves not only pinned under the debris but also being surrounded by a group of armed Anarchists. One began to say a silent prayer to a nameless god and others tried to unsheathe trapped weapons with injured limbs. Much to their surprise, the Anarchists didnÂ’t outright attack. A few of the revolutionaries protectively stood watch over their brethren, eyeing the streets for potential Red Death squadrons while Phoenix and the others began to dig the Mercy Killers out. It took about 15 minutes to free them. They were pulled from the rubble and permitted to take their wounded from the area. A few words were exchanged between Phoenix and the squad leader but little else was done.

After the injured squad had gone from sight, Phoenix and his group once again disappeared from the street and melded into the shadows. Little would be made of the matter or said by the Anarchists on any official level. It was simply an act of mercy and bore no weight in regards to the war. How the Mercykillers reacted to it thoughÂ… was up to them.


(((any lower level Anarchist or Mercykiller characters can feel free to belong to one or the other “involved” parties and post accordingly as to how you saw the incident play out. RP it here or on the server, as you please. If no PC’s were involved it would simply be recorded by the Mercykillers and forgotten by the Anarchs.)))

The Anarchists had done something to gain face against their enemies but it did nothing to impress Alisohn the Mercykiller Factol.

Her attitude towards crime was always the same, criminals of any kind were corrupt, injust and in need of purgery.

It was irony that in all this she was often the one to be willing to commite greater evils for her justification of things.

When it came to her turn to offer the same respect, an Anarchist was struggling, fatally wounded by one of the hounds, their throat was bleeding and they were rapidly choking to death on their own blood.
She stepped over to the dying Anarchist and narrowed her eyes.
"What you feel is the slow grip of Justice around your throat, Anarchist, it is taking your life away slowly, because you deserve to die, slowly. Suffer and struggle so that you know all the suffering and struggling you put others through. Now die, and squirm."

She drew forth a bladed whip, glowing with a dark resonance. The Anarchists eyes widened, they still managed to scream, so it seemed.

However, elsewhere in the field not all Red Death shared the same attitude, in a similar instance, one of the anarchists had been bolted with several crossbow shots to the stomach. Justicar Factor Arwyl Swan's Son approached the dying man and sighed.

"Lay on hands..." He whispered softly as a healing radience glowed through his iron fist. He yanked out the bolts first before he proceeded to heal the Anarchist through the blessings of his deity.

The Anarchist stared at him as Swan just watched to see what they would do, his hand wasnt far from his blade, but he didnt draw it.

The Anarchist stepped backwards into the shadows, dissappearing into the underbelly of the hive, likley reporting the news that not "all" Mercykillers were monsters, they were simply lead, by one.

The Factor returned to his command post in the Hive field where the Red Death Justicars had been gathering to make do with patrolls. The grim sight of the bloodshead did not appease the Paladins righteous and forgiving virtue. While he did not remotley sympathise with chaotic people, he was not a monster, he would not kill people without just reason.

Though he would not act unlawfully either...

"One of them escaped into the shadows. I couldnt persue them for the time being..." He said, approaching Alisohn.

The woman twitched, her whip repeatedly flaying a female anarchist who cried in agony and shuddered, she struck her even harder hearing that news as the female anarchist died from her wounds.

"You know Swan, empathy is what these cowards seek from you. Your paladin virtues dont stand strong with me, remember that..."

He watched the whip more than the woman, noting the evil nature and its unnatural taint. He shrugged her off and kept focus on it.

"What of that man who gave you that? You've heard the news, his actions have been causing more chaos and unlawfulness in the city than any of these anarchist barmies could achieve in a day."

Alisohn twitched and clenched her fist more tightly around the whip, her eyes narrowing darkly.

"That cutter showed me the fact of the matter, we've ignored these... animals, for too long, its time to put them down Swan, every last one of them..." She whipped the already dead corpse, and let it rot horridly while Swan winced and stepped backwards.

She approached him with a manical grin. "Just remember Swan, your being around me is so that these deluded fools get some sympathy before they're put to the gallows. But we already know the truth, the only truth possible, every last one of them is corrupt, injust, and guilty of treason..., they are "animals" Swan, and they deserve to be put down like animals, slowly, painfully, struggling."

Swan narrowed his eyes and watched her leave, he looked at the corpse of the female Anarchist with a sad but accepting expression.

He turned around to follow her, the Justicars left a grim execution ground as a warning to other Anarchists.