26th Vhalar, 716th Arc
Trouble haunted the city of Ne'haer. The smoldering remains of the city blazed in the last light of the dual suns as dusk approached. Every day the citizens worked from dawn until dusk to carry out repairs. Homes were rebuilt left and right, but much of the city's former glory had vanished along with the shadow creatures. While the shadow retreated, another slumbering threat stepped forth and took its place. The spectre had returned.
Just that morning the desecrated body of a girl had been found near the docks, her limbs twisted and splayed into an unnatural position, coated in sickly blue-ish, rotting skin that started to peel off. Her head had been replaced by that of a pig with gouged eyes, stitched onto her torso with rough, fraying wire. She would've been unrecognizable if not for the necklace dangling around her neck. Gwynnen Qua'toraj, daughter of Khar Qua'toraj and Elwa had only made it into her thirteenth arc before she'd met her cruel end.
By midday, all the bounty boards in the city had a large, fresh poster pinned to them. A drawing of a wild-eyed looking man with dark, unkempt hair and a lice-infested, scraggly beard of the same color was labeled thusly:
Just that morning the desecrated body of a girl had been found near the docks, her limbs twisted and splayed into an unnatural position, coated in sickly blue-ish, rotting skin that started to peel off. Her head had been replaced by that of a pig with gouged eyes, stitched onto her torso with rough, fraying wire. She would've been unrecognizable if not for the necklace dangling around her neck. Gwynnen Qua'toraj, daughter of Khar Qua'toraj and Elwa had only made it into her thirteenth arc before she'd met her cruel end.
By midday, all the bounty boards in the city had a large, fresh poster pinned to them. A drawing of a wild-eyed looking man with dark, unkempt hair and a lice-infested, scraggly beard of the same color was labeled thusly:
Travis Seymour - Dead or Alive.
For the reward of 400 (four hundred) goldens Nels, the city of Ne'Haer hereby calls upon all those of brave heart and mind to hunt down, restrain, and/or kill the criminal Travis Seymour for the atrocious crimes of manslaughter, abduction and desecration that he has bestowed upon our most vulnerable citizens.
Be forewarned: Mr. Seymour is a highly dangerous individual. Any and all means resulting in his death or capture are permitted and worthy of aforementioned reward.
Be forewarned: Mr. Seymour is a highly dangerous individual. Any and all means resulting in his death or capture are permitted and worthy of aforementioned reward.
Those who read the fine print that followed would know to attend a briefing in the great Judgement Hall at dusk on the same day.
A handful of people of various creeds and races had assembled in the splendor of the Judgement Hall, murmuring amongst themselves, or awaiting further instruction with crossed arms. Among them was a diminutive but fierce looking Biqaj in her early twenties with blazing eyes carrying a wicked, curved blade upon her back. Next to her stood a tall human with long hair tied into a ponytail and a large, gleaming dagger strapped to his belt. A small group of three humans, armed to the teeth stood a little further to the side. It was clear from their fine, but ragtag equipment that these were experienced bounty hunters, looking for a good pay.
After half a dozen bits of waiting the captain Ziri of the Willow Woods Outpost emerged from a room to the side and motioned for all interested folk to enter.
While significantly smaller than the main hall, the room was still large enough to host two dozen people at once. A large wooden table of simple make stood in the center and was surrounded by empty chairs, save for two at the head of the table. Upon one sat a fair woman into her thirties with a sharp chin and strong jaw, upon the other sat a dark-haired boy who trained his eyes solely upon the ground.
"Please, be seated," Ziri said in his deep, soothing voice as he motioned for all attendees to take place.
After they had done so, Ziri stepped over to the woman and the boy and rested a large hand upon the shoulder of the latter.
"My name is Ziri, I am the Captain of the Willow Woods Outpost. I've been assigned to instruct all interested parties about Mister Seymour. This here," he gestured towards the woman, "is Nabarra Lapotre, she is with the outpost as well, as is young Rafael here." Despite the brief silence that followed, the boy did not look up, and so Ziri simply soldiered on.
"You've all come here for the bounty on Travis Seymour's wretched head, but not all of you may wish to stay. The man is a well-known criminal and has already escaped his death-sentence twice. For that reason, the city would much rather have him dead than alive. We know few things about the man, except that he is fond of poisoning his victims and replacing their heads with those of animals, mostly pigs."
Ziri's face turned grim as he mentioned the more gruesome details. "He always targets children, and always returns the maimed bodies to within the city premises. We don't know why, nor if he acts alone. This morning, a girl named Gwynnen was found near the docks. Rafael, perhaps you can tell us a bit more about how you found her?" The Captain's dark eyes settled on the boy who, for the first time, stirred and looked up, his face gaunt and his eyes focused on some distant point. OOC: Welcome to this exciting bounty thread! Below are a few rules in order to ensure the best possible experience for all:
A handful of people of various creeds and races had assembled in the splendor of the Judgement Hall, murmuring amongst themselves, or awaiting further instruction with crossed arms. Among them was a diminutive but fierce looking Biqaj in her early twenties with blazing eyes carrying a wicked, curved blade upon her back. Next to her stood a tall human with long hair tied into a ponytail and a large, gleaming dagger strapped to his belt. A small group of three humans, armed to the teeth stood a little further to the side. It was clear from their fine, but ragtag equipment that these were experienced bounty hunters, looking for a good pay.
After half a dozen bits of waiting the captain Ziri of the Willow Woods Outpost emerged from a room to the side and motioned for all interested folk to enter.
While significantly smaller than the main hall, the room was still large enough to host two dozen people at once. A large wooden table of simple make stood in the center and was surrounded by empty chairs, save for two at the head of the table. Upon one sat a fair woman into her thirties with a sharp chin and strong jaw, upon the other sat a dark-haired boy who trained his eyes solely upon the ground.
"Please, be seated," Ziri said in his deep, soothing voice as he motioned for all attendees to take place.
After they had done so, Ziri stepped over to the woman and the boy and rested a large hand upon the shoulder of the latter.
"My name is Ziri, I am the Captain of the Willow Woods Outpost. I've been assigned to instruct all interested parties about Mister Seymour. This here," he gestured towards the woman, "is Nabarra Lapotre, she is with the outpost as well, as is young Rafael here." Despite the brief silence that followed, the boy did not look up, and so Ziri simply soldiered on.
"You've all come here for the bounty on Travis Seymour's wretched head, but not all of you may wish to stay. The man is a well-known criminal and has already escaped his death-sentence twice. For that reason, the city would much rather have him dead than alive. We know few things about the man, except that he is fond of poisoning his victims and replacing their heads with those of animals, mostly pigs."
Ziri's face turned grim as he mentioned the more gruesome details. "He always targets children, and always returns the maimed bodies to within the city premises. We don't know why, nor if he acts alone. This morning, a girl named Gwynnen was found near the docks. Rafael, perhaps you can tell us a bit more about how you found her?" The Captain's dark eyes settled on the boy who, for the first time, stirred and looked up, his face gaunt and his eyes focused on some distant point. OOC: Welcome to this exciting bounty thread! Below are a few rules in order to ensure the best possible experience for all:
- First and foremost, all default ST rules apply.
- There will be a posting order, except for the first round. The first round is free. After that, the same order of posts will be maintained.
- Thread speed will be fairly high: I'll post every 2 days.
- I'll seperate my own posts into NPC ones (like this one), and ones from Rafael's point of view. I'll use different boxcodes, so you will be able to distinguish them easily.
- Please do not NPC the following characters (even though you're technically allowed to): Ziri, Nabarra, the (male) human bounty hunter, the Bijaq (female) bounty hunter, the three human mercenaries. I'll be using all of these characters in the plot! If at all possible, just stick to your own character
- This thread is tagged as mature for gore/violence reasons. Don't say I didn't warn you!
- This bounty is high-risk, your character may very well get injured/maimed. Please play along and be reasonable in how much damage your character can take! Should your character do something that could lead to severe injury, I'll bring in a mod to make sure it's handled correctly.
- Have fun and be nice to each other...or just run rampant and take the bounty for your greedy little self
