Khar Vadis
16-12-2003, 06:07
In Lorn, the third largest city of Mullm:
Dal Vokril strode quietly through the streets; people stepped out of his way without seeming to notice him. He was slightly above average in height; he was dressed all in black, including a long coat, a backpack, and a round-brimmed hat, but he still drew no attention. After a few minutes, he slipped into an alley next to a large building. There was a gate in back, secured by a heavy chain and a padlock. Dal looked around. No one in sight... I can use the thermite. He took a small box from his pocket, clipped it to the lock, and stepped back, covering his eyes. A bright light flared, and the lock was melted in half. He snuck quietly into the building and began setting up his supplies.
About an hour later, the band arrived. By this time the night club was crowded; Dal watched from the roof of the building across the street. When the band started playing, the building shaking from the noise, he pressed a button on a small remote he carried. Thermite charges flared and the music. stopped. The noise of the crowd grew, as angry fans demanded to know what happened, until Dal pressed the next button. An artificial voice thundered a prerecorded message through the band's speakers: "Beware the wrath of Khar Vadis, scum! The Brethren awake. Learn morals, or learn fear!" He tapped the third button- and a tremendous explosion rocked the building, killing everyone near the stage. Dal Vokril put the control in one of his pockets and quickly slipped down the fire escape into an alley. He strode deeper into it, heading for the spot he had hidden his car.
Dal Vokril strode quietly through the streets; people stepped out of his way without seeming to notice him. He was slightly above average in height; he was dressed all in black, including a long coat, a backpack, and a round-brimmed hat, but he still drew no attention. After a few minutes, he slipped into an alley next to a large building. There was a gate in back, secured by a heavy chain and a padlock. Dal looked around. No one in sight... I can use the thermite. He took a small box from his pocket, clipped it to the lock, and stepped back, covering his eyes. A bright light flared, and the lock was melted in half. He snuck quietly into the building and began setting up his supplies.
About an hour later, the band arrived. By this time the night club was crowded; Dal watched from the roof of the building across the street. When the band started playing, the building shaking from the noise, he pressed a button on a small remote he carried. Thermite charges flared and the music. stopped. The noise of the crowd grew, as angry fans demanded to know what happened, until Dal pressed the next button. An artificial voice thundered a prerecorded message through the band's speakers: "Beware the wrath of Khar Vadis, scum! The Brethren awake. Learn morals, or learn fear!" He tapped the third button- and a tremendous explosion rocked the building, killing everyone near the stage. Dal Vokril put the control in one of his pockets and quickly slipped down the fire escape into an alley. He strode deeper into it, heading for the spot he had hidden his car.