Camel Eaters
30-09-2005, 02:40
...I'm going to live illegal. Insanity that was the word to call it as the whole and long of Birmingham went up in flames, hatred, and anger. Control had been piped in from such outward moons as Los Angeles and the Californian Grand Moot moved quickly to support their moon's forces as they came down hard on the rioters that filled the streets in great waves that would make most men dread stepping foot down there. These weren't men though. Sawneys brought down to enforce the King's law. They were Hannons by law and Sawneys by blood. They carried rudimentary weaponry that they all wielded with devastating authority. After the first day twelve hundred lay dead in the Dalcassian city and that would rise. Goats wandered the land and wise men stared at them as they passed by Taoist shrines that rested against the massive Catholic churches who in turn stood over pagan cellars. The city showed itself here but it still burned. Everyone was insane and angry and nothing was going right. Looters took everything they could as more Sawneys were piped in from all over and the world drifted downwards during one of the more powerful riots to have ever struck Camel Eaters.
He scratched his leg and watched what had just gone down all around. He was scratching something that wasn't there though. He tucked against his precious and needed corner. He loved this corner. It was where he felt safest. It was quite clear that something had to be done now. DalCais needed the fergies to rebuild Birmingham. He knew the rat-clansmen were happy in that destroyed land now though. His school had been requisitioned to do this. He would show the foreigners secrets that had been kept in Camel Eaters for over two millenia without anyone else having ever experienced the way a Bard properly did things. They really needed it now. The Mootman Teacher Bard moved from his beloved corner and stepped into the world waiting to see his new students. His teachers would show them the darkness that lay with Sawney honor. His teachers would show them the power their words summoned. His teachers would rebuild the world that had been destroyed in those few violent days through this school. The whole range of grand new experiences lay before him and his teachers and the students they'd except.
OOC: Yeah......I needed to write that. It's a basic opening for a school RP. An RP for those who really want to try it out. Aye then. Aye. Ooh look a chicken..........
He scratched his leg and watched what had just gone down all around. He was scratching something that wasn't there though. He tucked against his precious and needed corner. He loved this corner. It was where he felt safest. It was quite clear that something had to be done now. DalCais needed the fergies to rebuild Birmingham. He knew the rat-clansmen were happy in that destroyed land now though. His school had been requisitioned to do this. He would show the foreigners secrets that had been kept in Camel Eaters for over two millenia without anyone else having ever experienced the way a Bard properly did things. They really needed it now. The Mootman Teacher Bard moved from his beloved corner and stepped into the world waiting to see his new students. His teachers would show them the darkness that lay with Sawney honor. His teachers would show them the power their words summoned. His teachers would rebuild the world that had been destroyed in those few violent days through this school. The whole range of grand new experiences lay before him and his teachers and the students they'd except.
OOC: Yeah......I needed to write that. It's a basic opening for a school RP. An RP for those who really want to try it out. Aye then. Aye. Ooh look a chicken..........