06-03-2009, 02:14 AM
OOC: Then prepare yourself, Ray. Here we go~!!
IC:
The night that shrouded the skies of Archaea was broken by the sparkling stars that shone ever brightly. Not a cloud rendered the peace of the darkness. Down below, many lights radiated out of windows--the warmth of the hearth fires spreading into the tranquil cobblestone streets of the magnificent city. Not many people strolled along these quiet streets. They rather be at home with their families after a long day of work.
On the main street of this glorious town was a small bakery. Sweet smoke still billowed out of the chimney, and acitivity could be easily determined within its wooden walls. Although the sign on the door said 'Closed', inside, the baker continued his work.
Earlier that day, Masquerade the baker had been assigned to design a birthday cake for one of the nobles. He worked persistently all day, knowing that the pay-off would be extraordinary if he managed to create a perfect cake. Even deep into the night, he worked. Inside, the front area was covered dough. The fragrant smell of fresh icing wafted through the air. A couple fires were blazing in different places--one in the oven in the front area, and another in the back room which is where Masquerade and his loyal partner, Nothus, lived, ate, and slept.
Masquerade was vigorously whipping up more batter for another layer of the cake he was planning on making when he heard some commotion going on somewhere outside. Nothus appeared quickly from the back room.
"Shall I go see what's going on?" the snake-bird hybrid asked. "I don't want you to get distracted from your work."
"That would be very kind of you, Nothus," Masquerade said and smiled. Of course, the smile was replaced by a look of anger as he continued whipping the batter.
Nothus scratched his head nervously as he opened the door and left the bakery. The noise was coming from a nearby alleyway. Nothus moved stealthily towards the entrance and peered around the corner. The ethereal light of the moon lighted a horrific scene. The walls of the alleyway were covered in blood and several of King Albert's knights were beating up a civilian.
"When do you plan on having the money, scum?!" one of them said roughly as he punched the defenseless man laying on the ground, covered in blood.
"The tax is t-too....high...," the civilian managed to get out. However, his answer was not too well-received by the knights. He got a swift kick in the ribs and was sent flying to the end of the alleyway. The poor man hit the stone wall and slumped to the ground, unconscious.
Nothus watched eagerly, waiting for a chance to strike. Justice had to be dealt and the man needed to be helped. But he was outnumbered at the moment.
IC:
The night that shrouded the skies of Archaea was broken by the sparkling stars that shone ever brightly. Not a cloud rendered the peace of the darkness. Down below, many lights radiated out of windows--the warmth of the hearth fires spreading into the tranquil cobblestone streets of the magnificent city. Not many people strolled along these quiet streets. They rather be at home with their families after a long day of work.
On the main street of this glorious town was a small bakery. Sweet smoke still billowed out of the chimney, and acitivity could be easily determined within its wooden walls. Although the sign on the door said 'Closed', inside, the baker continued his work.
Earlier that day, Masquerade the baker had been assigned to design a birthday cake for one of the nobles. He worked persistently all day, knowing that the pay-off would be extraordinary if he managed to create a perfect cake. Even deep into the night, he worked. Inside, the front area was covered dough. The fragrant smell of fresh icing wafted through the air. A couple fires were blazing in different places--one in the oven in the front area, and another in the back room which is where Masquerade and his loyal partner, Nothus, lived, ate, and slept.
Masquerade was vigorously whipping up more batter for another layer of the cake he was planning on making when he heard some commotion going on somewhere outside. Nothus appeared quickly from the back room.
"Shall I go see what's going on?" the snake-bird hybrid asked. "I don't want you to get distracted from your work."
"That would be very kind of you, Nothus," Masquerade said and smiled. Of course, the smile was replaced by a look of anger as he continued whipping the batter.
Nothus scratched his head nervously as he opened the door and left the bakery. The noise was coming from a nearby alleyway. Nothus moved stealthily towards the entrance and peered around the corner. The ethereal light of the moon lighted a horrific scene. The walls of the alleyway were covered in blood and several of King Albert's knights were beating up a civilian.
"When do you plan on having the money, scum?!" one of them said roughly as he punched the defenseless man laying on the ground, covered in blood.
"The tax is t-too....high...," the civilian managed to get out. However, his answer was not too well-received by the knights. He got a swift kick in the ribs and was sent flying to the end of the alleyway. The poor man hit the stone wall and slumped to the ground, unconscious.
Nothus watched eagerly, waiting for a chance to strike. Justice had to be dealt and the man needed to be helped. But he was outnumbered at the moment.
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