War Of Forces: Chapter 2, The Alexis Directive

OOC: She didn't join. She's there because she came with Vars from Noham and needed a place to stay.

[froofmyster]

OOC: Ah.

IC: "Right then. Stay away from little girls of you value you life." Several of the troops looked scared. Scared of the mission, and most of all, Vars. "What are you still doing here?! Out!" Kardin led them out of the mansion down the hill and into the streets. "Head towards the slums. Let's go." He started running, accompanied by his troops towards the western slums.

The sacrifice can only be made properly if the sacrifice is burned alive. Vars left Cecelia in her room and assumed a sniper position in a clock tower. He drew his bow and waited.

[froofmyster]

OOC: Who are you talking to? They've already left.

IC: As they arrived in the western slums, they found they were surrounded by at least 50 Roshum. Crap, I didn't know they were so numerous.

Vars had a clear view of the battlefield. A bead of sweat ran down his face. He could either shoot at the Marlag or the Roshum, who were, even if only a sub-faction, part of his clan. He guickly decided on the Roshum and shot one in the head. The rest looked up to see a mass of black shapes racing down the wall. Vars drew his blades. "Wrath of Kel Nu'ur!" He leapt down and slashed two Roshum. "Go ahead," he yelled to Kardin. "I'll hold them off." He then stabbed another and continued swiping, his fingers and swords a blur as Roshum fell around him. The Marlag quickly ran ahead as Vars made short work of the Roshum. He then raced around the corner and saw a human Marlag disappear into Cecelia's room, followed by three of his companions, who barred the door. "Shit!" Vars hastily began to climb the clock tower.

[froofmyster]

"You! Get out of there!" Damnit, man, if you're trying to do something heroic, this is not how one goees about it. He ran the tower and began racing up flights of stairs. Vars has lost enough in his lifetime. If he loses his daughter...

Vars reached the door to Cecelia's room and heard the four humans arguing. "Let go of the girl," yelled one. "Never! It's ours now," said a second voice. A third spoke. "What about the father?" Vars then kicked down the door and flung a sword into one of their necks. Two more attacked. Vars parried their blades and slashed one, pulling a vial of acid out of his cloak and throwing it into the other's face. He turned on the last one, who was holding his brutally assaulted daughter. Vars pulled out a flask of oil and grabbed his daughter, throwing the oil onto the last one and unbarring the door. He tossed the man outside and grabbed a torch, his face contorted with anger. Vars pulled a torch from the wall and stepped outside. Twenty Gorbonwitz, including Kardin, watched. Vars threw the torch at the last one and watched him burn relentlessly. Vars listened as the man screamed and continued to watch him combust. Soon, the man was dead. Vars then reentered the building and closed the door.

[froofmyster]

Kardin's eyes turned red as he twirled around to face his troops. "Did anybody know about this?!"

[Mephisto]

Areine had been watching from a distance. How can someone kill so relentlasly, truly this place needs me. He walked towards the building "Excuse me, does anyone know where I can find the marlag."

[froofmyster]

Kardin was focused on his 'loyal' troops, waiting for someone to answer.