07-03-2015, 10:27 AM
Just as the merriment of the day’s end was getting underway, the air filled with the sound of armor. Villagers gasped as a dozen men clad in Imperial armor marched towards the town square. The last man quickly followed on horseback and stood in front of the rest of the party. People started gathering in the center of town to figure out what the commotion was about. None of the soldiers took off their helmets, not even the leader who addressed the townsfolk.
“Citizens of the Empire,” the leader started off. “Saint Elimine requests your aid! A blasphemer hides amongst you!”
Two of the soldiers began posting wanted posters on nearby buildings for all to see. Clearly, the artist took liberties in his caricature: the supposed blasphemer had a lion’s mane and a wicked hooked nose upon his weathered face.
“This man is responsible for the deaths of two of our own. Righteous men, they were. The death of a righteous man is punishable by death! It is your duty as citizens to report this man to us! Those who help bring justice shall be rewarded handsomely in gold!”
“Those not involved in the search should remain at home, for your safety.”
The crowd quickly dispersed to go to their homes, leaving the town to the soldiers to search through.
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The message to shelter in place during the manhunt spread across town. The warning was enough to break the jolly mood of the tavern goers. Paige was initially confused as the building began to empty and talked to the bartender for details.
“Ay, miss. There’s a manhunt going on. Not to worry; it’s not like they’re after you or anything-”
Her worried look and cloaked appearance told the bartender otherwise.
“The fence in the back corner is still in need of mending,” the bartender finished, alerting Paige of a possible escape route. She quickly joined the exiting crowd, trying to act casual as she headed to the upper end of the village. Unfortunately, a soldier was patrolling around the road that led to her escape route. Judging from the wanted poster, they weren’t actively looking for her. Paige didn’t want to risk finding herself wrong, so she turned around to find an alternative.
That was when she ran into a familiar face.
“Shad?!- Chad!”
Paige had nearly run into Shad, but stopped short. Her head tilted to alert her firend of the soldier behind her. Fortunately, he wasn’t paying attention to their interaction.
“Citizens of the Empire,” the leader started off. “Saint Elimine requests your aid! A blasphemer hides amongst you!”
Two of the soldiers began posting wanted posters on nearby buildings for all to see. Clearly, the artist took liberties in his caricature: the supposed blasphemer had a lion’s mane and a wicked hooked nose upon his weathered face.
“This man is responsible for the deaths of two of our own. Righteous men, they were. The death of a righteous man is punishable by death! It is your duty as citizens to report this man to us! Those who help bring justice shall be rewarded handsomely in gold!”
“Those not involved in the search should remain at home, for your safety.”
The crowd quickly dispersed to go to their homes, leaving the town to the soldiers to search through.
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The message to shelter in place during the manhunt spread across town. The warning was enough to break the jolly mood of the tavern goers. Paige was initially confused as the building began to empty and talked to the bartender for details.
“Ay, miss. There’s a manhunt going on. Not to worry; it’s not like they’re after you or anything-”
Her worried look and cloaked appearance told the bartender otherwise.
“The fence in the back corner is still in need of mending,” the bartender finished, alerting Paige of a possible escape route. She quickly joined the exiting crowd, trying to act casual as she headed to the upper end of the village. Unfortunately, a soldier was patrolling around the road that led to her escape route. Judging from the wanted poster, they weren’t actively looking for her. Paige didn’t want to risk finding herself wrong, so she turned around to find an alternative.
That was when she ran into a familiar face.
“Shad?!- Chad!”
Paige had nearly run into Shad, but stopped short. Her head tilted to alert her firend of the soldier behind her. Fortunately, he wasn’t paying attention to their interaction.
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