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Mon Nov 13, 2017 9:48 am

The 25th of Vhalar 717

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A crowd was beginning to gather near the canal next to the dockside pub. There was a large mast in which a tarred and feathered man hung. Lynched the night before, there were a lot of rumors going around about the exact reasoning behind the killing, however one only needed to talk to the perpetrators to find out. It wasn’t any well guarded secret or anything.

Several seagulls sat perched with the rotting carcass. The birds did not care about the politics, they just circled like vultures. Their cooing and cacking added another level of annoyance to the already tense scene that was beginning to form.

“The Lady of Lillies? Who is that anyways?” one of the citizens in the crowd exclaimed after reading the placard that was hanging over the lynched man’s head.

“She be a Naer queen, straight from Augiery,” Flies buzzed around trying to nestle in between the black tar and feathers on the corpse.

“Why did they come here?”

“Word has it they are teaming up with Pahrn,”

“Pahrn ain’t no Immortal thumper!”

“We can’t just ignore them, we need to team up.”

“Whoever killed this man had no clue what he was doing, the queen of any Immortal’s state should be up there, not him. He’s a patriot.”
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Tue Nov 14, 2017 7:31 pm

Triggered.

Gangui stepped up to the crowd, donned in his armor. He pushed the man with a gauntleted hand, “Say that again?”

A few hushed hushed tones scattered through the crowd. But the man didn’t respond, choosing not to test the barbarous mustachio.

“I lynched this man,” he stated brazenly. Taking his stand and ready to dispel any rumors, “Who has something to say about it?”

“I do,” a voice rang out from behind Gangui, easily heard in the tense silence. When turning around he saw a small fellow, a wide grin on his face. “Why didn’t you hang him upside down? Seems to me you only did half a job.”

This produced some chuckles. Gangui’s eye began to twitch with anger, but his iron will held back the urge to directly outlash at the quip, “Ha ha, very funny… but who are you? What have you done to help the Etzori cause?” The warrior tried to discredit him openly. The last thing he needed was everyone to start laughing at the incident.

“Me?” The man pointed his thumb at himself, seemingly confused by the question. “Nothing. Should I have? I’m not from around here.”

Gangui grimaced and turned towards the crowd, “See? This guy is no one!” He held his hands up beckoning anyone else to assault him verbally, “When was the last time that you actually took an action to help our country?” Gangui expected no one to respond, leaving the question rhetorical.
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Tue Nov 14, 2017 7:37 pm

“I dunno, when did you? Doesn’t seem like tarring your fellow patriots--” Oberan nearly spat the word out, making a face as if he’d just eaten something disgusting “--is helping the Etzori cause either. Quite the opposite, in fact.” Oberan shrugged, a couple members of the crowd around him nodding as the found his reasoning held water. Some mumbling erupted, hushed conversations springing forth.

Gangui paused for a moment, clearly slightly shaken as his twitched eyeball continued to flutter as he held back his urges of exploding into violence, “This man,” he said pointing at the corpse, his voice shaking with anger, “Was no patriot. He was hooked on some strange drugs. He stole from the innocent only to pay foreigners money to get high. It is the most disgusting, vile, thing that a person could do. And yes, it is helping the Etzorsi cause --whoever you are--” He said staring into Oberan’s dark eyes, “because the less people we have in our society who are scumbags, the higher our chances for victory against the vile Immortal ran states,” The crowd swayed a little, some people clearly agreeing with him. Others obviously doubtful.

“Hm. yeah.” Oberan steepled his fingers momentarily as he considered the man’s words. “I don’t get it. Why would you cover him in tar and feathers in the name of a member of one of those ‘vile Immortal-ran states’ then?” It truly made no sense in the Mortalborn’s mind. Was this the power of Naerikk beauty? Could they charm even the most patriotic, Immortal-hating, handlebar mustache-wearing men out there? It seemed so.

Gangui knew he was getting cornered in now. Pushed back with sharp strike into the corner of self-doubt. He couldn’t tell everyone what he had felt. They would never understand the vibrations, the love, the singular moment of heaven… only to be returned back to hell, where they must toil and fight day in and day out. He needed a way out. Pragmatism trumped his honor today.

“All of us here today understand that if I had the power, I would slay all the Immortals myself!” he began, the hairs of his moustache wiggling and spit flying, “However, that is not how the real world works. This man right here publically stole Tanvi’s baggage in front of everyone. Making us look like fools. Making us play into their hand. What if the Naerikk used this as a reason to bear down the full force of their navy on us? What if this little scumbag actually succeeded in his task and caused us to be slain while on our heels? There is a right way and a wrong way to deal with these things,” Gangui felt himself getting caught up into another trap of his own making, “In this moment in history, we cannot afford to be indifferent and do little things, we must weed these types out!”
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Tue Nov 14, 2017 7:40 pm

Oberan stroked his goatee, frowning slightly. “Would they wage war for just a simple thing though? It’s not like they tried to assassinate them. Sure, it doesn’t come across as very civilized if the first thing that happens is that someone steals your luggage, but I don’t think the Naerikk were expecting anything else. Doing this to the thief though?” Oberan shook his head slightly. “Isn’t that going a tad bit too far? You could just have …. Uhm…. cut off his hands or something?” The mortalborn shivered at the thought. That would actually be worse.

“It’s ‘cuz she gave him a lil’ kiss!” someone called, causing cooing and laughter, though it died down quickly with the next accusation. “She bewitched him with her lips! She drained his mind and warped his thoughts!” There were audible gasps coming from the crowd now. “They have planted a spy in our midst!”

Things started to take a turn for the worse. The warrior took a step into the crowd, right in the middle of it. The tension in his shoulders and hands was apparent now. He needed to take action. He spoke deep from within, with all the resolution he could muster, “Do you know who is going to inherit Idalos? Those with the courage and the integrity and the willpower, to grab--” he drew his magical longsword for dramatic effect and pointed it at the sky gallantly, “the sword, and use it to write the pages of history, so that you and I and Etzos can write the future. Let it be known that I will fight ANY Immortal sympathizer right now! I will take any mission, no matter how dangerous, to make sure the annals of history do not go for the Immortals. Let know one say Gangui did not do his part!”

Grimacing under his moustache, he waited for the response from his challenge. The last thing he needed was his reputation to be undermined.
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Tue Nov 14, 2017 7:45 pm

Oberan was grinning widely, unable to resist the perfect scene that was tempting him with the prospect of utter chaos and bewilderment. If there was any social situation he absolutely loved to disturb with his abilities, it had to be dramatic speeches. Without a word or gesture he activated the Shenanigan Sphere, unleashing divine energy. It rushed forth through the crowd, almost like a sudden gale, tugging at clothes and ruffling hair. It only stopped once it reached the limit of the Sphere’s range. In front of his whole audience, the blade of Gangui’s impressive longsword had transformed in a large blade of grass, a sure sign that the Immortals had accepted his challenge. Other people in the crowd reached for their own weapons at the sight, perplexed and frightened, only to find out all their blades too had been turned. Oberan himself had to make an effort to appear as surprised as the people around them, having difficulty not bursting into laughter at the absolutely perfect effect for the occasion.

The absolute horror that enveloped the patriot’s face was followed by a slow scream that eventually got louder and more powerful. Sweat began to form on his temples and brows. He began waving the giant blade of grass trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Everyone in the crowd was doing the same. The terror was real. The giant blade of grass was real.

“Nobody move!” the worse possible qualities of coercion and suspicion suddenly surfaced in the warrior, “Nobody leave until we figure this out!”

“The Immortals have accepted Gangui’s challenge!”
someone shrieked.

“He’s a doomed man!”

The mustache quivered, “Nay! This can’t be the truth!” Gangui couldn’t believe this was happening. He blinked over and over hoping his weapon would return to its steely form.

“The perpetrator is somewhere in this crowd. There is somewhere here doing this. Magic doesn’t work from long distances,”

“What the fuck do you know about magic, stupid fuck? You don’t know what Immortals can or cannot do.”


On and on the crowd went trying to make sense of what was going on. After a few minutes passed and nothing else happened, they started to calm down a little bit, some sense could be made of their shouting and rambling. More people started to approach, but Gangui waved his Grass-Sword at them, warning them not to approach. They did not know what might happen if they did. Most men heeded his warnings out of fear something else might turn into grass as well.
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Tue Nov 14, 2017 7:48 pm

The eyeballs of the mercenary twitched in anger at the entire situation. The feeling of not having power was almost too much for him to contain within himself. He didn’t know what to do. This was out of his scope. Gangui’s shadow began to come out. The darker side of his racial lineage, the Aukari blood, had a hard time dealing with such things out of his control. Quick to anger. Quick to judge. And slow to understand. His mind snapped.

“YOU!” Gangui yelled, his voice trembling as fast as his eyeball and jabbing a steely finger at a man in the crowd, “Your mace,” He stated louder than the din, “Your mace!”

All eyes followed the finger like they were in a musical.

Everyone in the group started to form a circle, aghast at the sudden realization the man had a mace! Though incoherent, the yelling seemed to focus on this man. The man in question took a step back, visibly confused and taken aback as the spotlight was suddenly thrust upon him. He looked around him to see if there wasn’t anyone else fitting the description behind him, then touched his chest with his index finger. “Aye?” he said gingerly, not quite sure what was going on anymore.

“Your weapon!” Gangui bellowed, his eyes wide with fear. The shadow was taking over now and his violent tendencies were making hedgeway. The achilles heel of the Etzorsi people: extreme suspicion against the Immortals and magic, “Your weapon is the only one here that didn’t turn into a blade of grass! It was you! You are the Immortal worshiper among us!”

The steely finger of condemnation kept jabbing into the man’s chest.
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Tue Nov 14, 2017 7:49 pm

Oberan, seeing this as his ‘get out of jail free’ card, obviously decided to play hypeman, blending with the people of the crowd, sneakily procuring a grass dagger from someone too focussed on Gangui’s accusations. “It makes sense!” he called from one location. “He has a normal weapon, it must be him!” he whispered using his stage voice from another. “Mustachio is right!” he muttered to some other people whispering among themselves, pushing them little by little to start to follow the mercenary’s reasoning. It was akin to placing someone in an audience to start the applause-- one would set off the rest. Here, though, the purpose was no applause. “TAR AND FEATHERS!” he screamed from the edge of the crowd, seeing the bobbing of heads approving of the idea. “HANG HIM UPSIDE DOWN!” another man added.

A bestial roar erupted from the barbarous mercenary, seemingly losing his mind. Still holding the giant blade of grass, he reached back and formed a fist before smashing it into the man’s face. The accused was knocked back from the force and this qued the crowd to follow suit.

His face having turned from confused to frightened over the course of the crowds decision to add another tarred and feathered decoration next to the previous one, the man began stammering something that could have been his last words. A plea of innocence and mistaken identity. No-one listened. Oberan himself did feel a bit bad at the sorry sight of the man sweating like a pig, the color having drained from his face. Then he remembered that the Etzori would have done the same to him if they’d found out...or if he’d stolen someone’s luggage, and the slight twinge of guilt vanished instantly. How did that saying go?

Eat or be eaten.

Making a decision to try and cling on to dear life, the man ceased his futile attempts at making the citizens of Foster’s reconsider, and instead broke into a mad dash, violently clawing himself a path through the sea of people. He pushed people aside, he rammed them with his elbows, and he threw his full body weight into them. The Etzori fought him every step of the way, of course, though when the man desperately began swinging his mace around a road to freedom formed by reflex, and the mace guy raced away as fast as he could, feet rapping on the cobbled street.
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Tue Nov 14, 2017 7:53 pm

And thus the chase began.
“Rise righteous people of the Landing!” Gangui hollered while waving his blade of grass as proof of the accused’s guilt.

The mob was in full tilt at this point. The stampede of boots and iron greaves upon the stone was the tirade of the ignorant. The mass of bodies were a dozen or so deep, leaving a wake of large and small blades of grass alike. All except for Gangui, who took point, seemed to have dropped their magically reduced weapons.

“Get him!”

“Throw a rock!”

“Quick--” The slow one in the group tripped and fell behind, trampled by the others.

The Etzorsi would never allow for an Immortal lover to openly vex them in the streets, even at the cost of injury to themselves. Gangui had learned from the previous riot that he had been a part of. As they went through the streets, he screamed words of encouragement between passing breaths.

“We arn’t safe... He’s getting away… Stop the Immortal lover!” Gangui spouted, with the burning eyes of hatred and ill-will against the fleeing man. People in the streets slowly began to join them.

“Catch him before his evil spreads further!” Oberan roared, hoping to rile them up even further. Foster’s would bear the marks of his presence for sure.

“The babies arn’t safe anymore!”

“Our children! Protect our children!”

As more and more people joined the group, the yelling and cursing became indistinguishable from one another. Momentarily, they lost the accused man as he slipped out of sight. Gangui used his towering presence and conjunction with holding out an armored hand to make everyone stop.

Huffing for air, he addressed them, “Wait… wait, good peoples,” The shouting faded away temporarily, “We will never catch him like this! The Immortals have blessed him with a boon of speed! We must split up!”

The shiny mob leader Gangui pointed at Oberan, seemingly a random person standing near the front of the crowd, “You take a third of the group that way! If you catch him, bring him to the pub,”

Holding up the blade of grass over his head, almost completely forgetting it was their until the plant matter went limp, “The rest of you! On me!”
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Tue Nov 14, 2017 7:54 pm

“Death to the Immortals’ cuck!” Oberan bellowed, his throat hoarsening already. He stuck his grass dagger in the air like he had seen the mob leader do. “Kill him ‘till he dies!” And he ran, splitting his little group of bloodlust-driven Immortal-haters off from the main one, entering a side street from the one the others were taking.

The group sped through streets and alleys, taking whatever route Oberan chose was best. He wasn’t too sure were he was going, but he did know that to get these fools to follow him, he needed to look confident doing it. “Over there! I saw him!” he would yell occasionally. Or “That way! He went that way!”

Maybe the rioting populace had rage and a lust for blood as the source of their power, but Oberan sure didn’t, and soon he found himself tiring, not really being fueled by the group mentality. Instead he leeched of those around him, stealing their Thrill to keep himself on his feet, to sustain the lengthy wild goose chase he was expected to complete. After the twelfth left corner rounded, he really did spot the escapee sprinting away as fast as his legs could carry him. “That’s him!” someone in the front bellowed triumphantly, “we got him boys!”

Meanwhile, Gangui and his group of the radical justicars ran down the opposite way. The natural progression of the streets began to lead them full circle to the location of Oberan and his angry mob. Little did he know, the mustachio’s group had also found a victim.

Corned into a dead end, the falsely accused soul was running out of options, and in a desperate attempt not to be lynched, he broke down the door to a small house. The unruly mob roared in victory as they closed in, chasing after him into the residence, the door serving as a bottleneck for the masses. Only those in front entered, the rest spreading out on the street, some circling around to cut off all escape routes. Oberan was dragged inside by the pushy vanguard, taken along for a ride he no longer had any control over --if he ever did in the first place. Their chase brought them up the stairs and onto the roof, where the desperate victim attempted to make an escape. There was no other way. Oberan and his hound dogs clambered onto the roof tiles as well, the unstable footing proving a dangerous obstacle. Though made from clay, the tiles sat rather loose, moving slightly when weight was placed on them. It felt as if one wrong move could land one to slide down the roof with a landslide of clay tiles. The mace guy crawled away on hands and feet, the people of Foster’s not far behind. The Mortalborn of Mischief himself tentatively walked, crouching low to keep his balance. “Gig’s up,” he called out, “surrender now and--” And what? Be lynched?

“--An’ we gran’ ya a merciful death,” one of the closest mob members continued.

“Quick and painless,” another added.
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Tue Nov 14, 2017 7:58 pm

Gangui’s group reared up on the house that Oberan was currently assaulting. With them was a bound and gagged man, also wielding a mace and somewhat similar looking to the original culprit. Slow to calm down, the fear and anger in the eyes of the mercenary were brighter than ever before. Despite his simmering of outward energy of Gangui’s group, the emotion still remained. Watching the scene unfold on the roof, they swarmed upon the man who had no choice but jump off and avoid Oberan.

The savage mob jumped on the bloodied man and quickly tied him up against his proffered words. The shut him up just like the other guy, with a gagged mouth. By this time, Oberan joined the larger group and soon dozens of men surrounded a circle in the street. They all seemed to wait for Gangui to say something, because now there were two men ready to be lynched.

“Hear! Hear!” the lynch leader Gangui called for some type of order, “Hear! Hear!”

The crowd began to quiet down, but before Gangui could talk. An old woman, a grizzled great grandmother appeared from the circle entering the “stage” on the street. Standing in between Gangui and Oberan, she beckoned everyone to listen with the mere sorrowful look upon her wrinkly face.

“They broke into my house!” She wailed at Gangui, “They smashed my things! They broke my flower pot! Just to get this man! They didn’t have to do that! What is wrong with you young man?”

The self-righteous warrior was completely taken back by the words of the elder. The tiniest shred of light shined on the mad man’s shadow. Who could be mad at an sweet old lady? She was right. They should not have destroyed her property in pursuit of the Immortal thumper. It was not a difficult task to refrain from breaking loyal citizens’ property.

The steely finger pointed at Oberan, the leader of the men who broke into the house, “What say you!? You would hurt an innocent grandmother--”

“GREAT, grandmother,” the white haired lady chimed.

“A sweet innocent Great-grandmother?” Gangui corrected himself.

Several voices in the din whistled and shouted in agreement. All eyes were on the man with the black goatee.

“Yeah! Actually, what IS your problem?” The man next to him questioned. Apparently, angry mobs would make not only philosophers cry but the logicians as well.
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