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WHO: The Scourge and their targets
WHAT: One night, two attacks
WHEN: The night of the 3rd August, stretching through to the morning of 4th August
WHERE: Two locations.
RATING: High for NPC death
STATUS: Narrative COMPLETE
Vampires. Was there a greater scum? Human filth that walked the earth, claiming to be creatures of the night. The commander curled his lip back in disgust as his squad kicked open the door to the abandoned tool shed at the edge of an old park. Where it had once been a thriving place for human families, now it belonged to the disgusting half breeds.
His squad sent them fleeing into the night.
All apart from the nest of vampires that had made the tool shed their squalid home. Six of them in total, snarling beasts that tried for bravado before the sheer numbers of the Scourge overwhelmed them. Bones were snapped and it soon became clear to the vampires that the best they could do was pray to whichever Lower Being might listen that their death would be quick.
The Scourge would grant no such mercy.
The vampires were pinned, still alive into the ground, their bodies twisted into shapes. When it was done, the commander stood back, pleased with the work his loyal army had done. The first tentative rays of sunlight were starting to creep out into the morning, causing thin tendrils of smoke to start sizzling up from the vampires' bodies. It took hours for them to finally die, their bodies bursting into flames and scorching the word into the grass.
Purity
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Across town a small bar was closing up for the night, the last of the happy customers drinking up. Half breeds, all of them, but all of a specific nature. They longed to be human and they all fitted in with human society. They had families, jobs, souls. They paid their taxes and even went to church on Sundays. This bar catered only to that crowd, for those who wanted to be among their own kind and drink free from the fear of the darker demonic breeds.
The stomping of heavy booted feet echoed through the night air, marching in time with a deadly beat.
The Lieutenant was excited. This would be his first real kill, his first chance to lead a squad to help cleanse the world of the human taint that plagued it.
His men surrounded the bar. None were to escape.
No one screamed when they burst through the door. Not at first. But the cold, military uniforms gave them away to some of the older patrons and soon the sweet stench of panic filled the air.
The Lieutenant smiled and jerked his head in their direction, giving the order.
His squad moved into position, some using knives and guns, others using just their brute strength. Necks were snapped, people torn limb from limb. Those that tried to flee were killed in a hail of bullets.
Then all was still, quiet. The Lieutenant took a deep breath of satisfaction before calmly walking to the body of the nearest corpse. He took a stake from his belt and carefully dipped the tip into open wound, covering it with blood. And then, with an elegant precision, he painted the word on the wall before ramming the stake into the bar, making wood fracture. His work complete, he made another gesture before his squad departed, leaving their handiwork behind.
Purity
WHAT: One night, two attacks
WHEN: The night of the 3rd August, stretching through to the morning of 4th August
WHERE: Two locations.
RATING: High for NPC death
STATUS: Narrative COMPLETE
Vampires. Was there a greater scum? Human filth that walked the earth, claiming to be creatures of the night. The commander curled his lip back in disgust as his squad kicked open the door to the abandoned tool shed at the edge of an old park. Where it had once been a thriving place for human families, now it belonged to the disgusting half breeds.
His squad sent them fleeing into the night.
All apart from the nest of vampires that had made the tool shed their squalid home. Six of them in total, snarling beasts that tried for bravado before the sheer numbers of the Scourge overwhelmed them. Bones were snapped and it soon became clear to the vampires that the best they could do was pray to whichever Lower Being might listen that their death would be quick.
The Scourge would grant no such mercy.
The vampires were pinned, still alive into the ground, their bodies twisted into shapes. When it was done, the commander stood back, pleased with the work his loyal army had done. The first tentative rays of sunlight were starting to creep out into the morning, causing thin tendrils of smoke to start sizzling up from the vampires' bodies. It took hours for them to finally die, their bodies bursting into flames and scorching the word into the grass.
Purity
Across town a small bar was closing up for the night, the last of the happy customers drinking up. Half breeds, all of them, but all of a specific nature. They longed to be human and they all fitted in with human society. They had families, jobs, souls. They paid their taxes and even went to church on Sundays. This bar catered only to that crowd, for those who wanted to be among their own kind and drink free from the fear of the darker demonic breeds.
The stomping of heavy booted feet echoed through the night air, marching in time with a deadly beat.
The Lieutenant was excited. This would be his first real kill, his first chance to lead a squad to help cleanse the world of the human taint that plagued it.
His men surrounded the bar. None were to escape.
No one screamed when they burst through the door. Not at first. But the cold, military uniforms gave them away to some of the older patrons and soon the sweet stench of panic filled the air.
The Lieutenant smiled and jerked his head in their direction, giving the order.
His squad moved into position, some using knives and guns, others using just their brute strength. Necks were snapped, people torn limb from limb. Those that tried to flee were killed in a hail of bullets.
Then all was still, quiet. The Lieutenant took a deep breath of satisfaction before calmly walking to the body of the nearest corpse. He took a stake from his belt and carefully dipped the tip into open wound, covering it with blood. And then, with an elegant precision, he painted the word on the wall before ramming the stake into the bar, making wood fracture. His work complete, he made another gesture before his squad departed, leaving their handiwork behind.
Purity