Emillion Mods (emillionmods) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-04-29 01:58:00 |
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This is the plot.
Who: Open to All.
What: An incoming storm; the attack.
Where: Emillion Major and Emillion Docks.
When: Taurus 10th (April 29th) to Taurus 11th (April 30th).
Rating: PG ↛ R (Violence, blood, gore, monsters.)
Status: Incomplete.
Idle comments can easily be heard along the city streets in the early morning, as heavy and ominous clouds linger upon the horizon, seeming to sweep in and cover up the rising sun. Elders of Emillion can feel the oncoming rain, and storm in their bones, while some of the younger members in the city claim they can smell the sweet, pungent zing, and taste the rain before it's even arrived by how thick the ozone has become in the city. The air feels heavier, and the humidity, even by mid-morning, is almost unbearable when mixed with the heat that the cloud cover is keeping pressed down upon the people. Come late morning, a crack of thunder can be heard booming across the heavens, and seconds later rain begins to pour down as if the someone has unlocked flood gates in the sky. As the storm continues into the afternoon, and even the early evening, it seems to be unrelenting, and in fact, has only appeared to worsen. Rain crashes down harder and a person can barely count one second between seeing lightning splash color across the sky in streaks and thunder roaring through the atmosphere. Anyone who steps outside even briefly is likely to come in drenched, and muttering of how it's coming down outside like cats and dogs are all too common, for those familiar with the phrase. Most are content to sit the storm out in their homes, only venturing out if they absolutely need too at this point in the day. Even the dock workers have done their best to tie up the ships and lock down their goods for the evening. Waves cause the ships to rock and shift in the port, but many an experienced sailor has expected such and has tied the ships down a tightly as possible, throwing down an extra anchor and even pulling down all the mast rigging in order to assure no wind is accidentally caught in the sails. However, the knights have have sworn a pledge and remain dutifully maintaining patrol. Their dedication is simply tempered by nights like this, and many have maintained their watches. This shall be the first bit of luck Emillion will have in the wake of the blistering storm as a knight on patrol manages to catch sight of something slipping up onto the docks from the chaotic water below. His calls to fellow patrol members are scattered by the wind, and noise of the storm, but enough comes through that others rouse and take heed of his call that something is coming onto the docks. The knight is only able to draw his sword before the one blurred outline becomes two, then three and he grits his teeth, steeling himself for a challenge unlike any other he's seen. Although, when a confused ship worker shines a light down onto the dock, trying to figure out what the extra noise is and where it's coming from, the real threat comes to light. From the thrashing waters monsters are spewing forth at an alarming rate, crawling and clambering over each other and onto the docks by the dozens. If they continue in such a manner, before long their numbers will easily break into hundreds. Those awake begin to engage with the threat, fighting them off best they can but it's quickly realized that the sheer number of enemies is becoming overwhelming and that more help will need to be sought before the creatures break the parameter of the docks, and invade Emillion full on. Surely, they will not take pity on the sleeping citizens. The most fleet of foot amongst them is sent off as a messenger to rouse the sleeping in preparation to hold back the invading monsters from killing the innocent babes who sleep soundly to the soothing rain pitter-pattering against their roofs. |