Post by Carlos on Oct 9, 2015 20:36:06 GMT -6
Bastille City
In the forgotten year. Humanity's attempt to grasp the heavens resulted in the destruction of the moon and the stars as they knew it. From that day forward, only darkness filled the sky. Climate level damage resulted in mass chaos. Followed by the emergence of a series of new species among the human populace. Civilization began to collapse. One by one. The cities went dark, falling to creatures unknown.
Pooling the last of their resources together. Humans created a fortified city, Bastille City. A series of walled fortifications and the massive central tower, known simply as the Bastille. However to hold the city, deals were made with several of the new races. Vampires, Were-people, Elves, and several others were allowed to take residence within the city.
It took a few years for the city to be fully operational. Once it was, it became the beacon of light in a sea of darkness.
However once the dust settled. Everything went back to where it began. Races bickering about equality. The haves and have not. The never ending struggle continues even in the face of endless darkness.
For the first time ever. Non-human tribunes are elected. It's a low position in the new government. But those above deemed it necessary to appease the non-human races.
Every street of the city is illuminated. Whether it be by incandescent light bulb or the more primitive oil street lamps. It all comes together to create a fallacy of day. As the clock ticks down to what would be night, they are dimmed or extinguished in a parody of the night.
Tribune Emery Sarcanus patrols the streets. Despite that no being his primary role. The constabulary is responsible for that. However, he doesn't much like sitting in an office, looking over complaints and signing off on requests.
"Death take you no-hu!" Split the usual drum of city noises. It only took Emery a few quick steps to find the source.
A tall man, encased in armor up to his neck. Only it wasn't just armor. It was powered armor. He must belong to one of the Technomancer Guilds. Guilds which hold technology and the secrets to it. The man's armor looked primitive however. Clearly something that was made recently.
The woman across from the man is a vampire. The pale face and spidery black veins a dead give away. Though the veins usually only become visible when they're hungry or angry.
Casually Emery crossed over to them. "Now now, it's much too early for yelling in the streets. What seems to be the problem?" He inquired with a passive expression, his voice equally neutral.
"This no-hu bitch" The man in the armor started. No-hu being the new slang for non-humans. "She bumped into me, knocked my packages all over the ground. I demand satisfaction!"
Emery looked around casually at the boxes that were strewn about. Then back to the man with a dull eyed look.
"A duel? Over boxes?" He inquired with a slight agitation in his tone. Emery's eyes fell to the man's legs. His armor wasn't combat armor. It was designed for moving around heavy materials.
"It's my right! I'm human after all!" The man barked angrily. Then suddenly he was on the pavement looking up at the eerie darkness above.
Emery had swept his legs out from under him. It wasn't hard. These crude power armors are clumsy.
"Get," Emery said, gesturing with a nod of his head to the female vampire. She seemed to hesitation. But he opened his uniform jacket, revealing an elaborately decorated long revolver. She quickly moved away upon seeing it. Waiting to make sure she was gone, he knelt down next to the man. He poked his face twice.
The man awoke with a startle. "AH! Wha-" He said before grasping at his head, evidently struck the back of his head on the way down.
"Hey there. Looks like you had a bit of a tumble fella," Emery said in a jovial voice, his face an demeanor matching it.
"Oh...I guess I did..." The man said as he looked around, noting the boxes. But then after a moment, he looked at Emery and realization dawned on his face. "You're the fu-" he started to say, but fell over once more upon trying to rise.
Emery placed a foot on the man's chest. "My name is Emery Sarcanus, third Tribune of this sector. I hope you appreciate that if I can knock you over so easily. Then the vampire could have done so. And then she could have killed you. As would have been her right in a mutually agreed duel. Which is probably why she bumped into you." He explained in a manner that suggested that he was at the edge of his patience.
Seeing it sink in on the man's face. Emery stepped off the man and started off down the street.
"You may want a doctor to check you out," He called out as he turned the corner, disappearing from sight.
In the forgotten year. Humanity's attempt to grasp the heavens resulted in the destruction of the moon and the stars as they knew it. From that day forward, only darkness filled the sky. Climate level damage resulted in mass chaos. Followed by the emergence of a series of new species among the human populace. Civilization began to collapse. One by one. The cities went dark, falling to creatures unknown.
Pooling the last of their resources together. Humans created a fortified city, Bastille City. A series of walled fortifications and the massive central tower, known simply as the Bastille. However to hold the city, deals were made with several of the new races. Vampires, Were-people, Elves, and several others were allowed to take residence within the city.
It took a few years for the city to be fully operational. Once it was, it became the beacon of light in a sea of darkness.
However once the dust settled. Everything went back to where it began. Races bickering about equality. The haves and have not. The never ending struggle continues even in the face of endless darkness.
For the first time ever. Non-human tribunes are elected. It's a low position in the new government. But those above deemed it necessary to appease the non-human races.
Every street of the city is illuminated. Whether it be by incandescent light bulb or the more primitive oil street lamps. It all comes together to create a fallacy of day. As the clock ticks down to what would be night, they are dimmed or extinguished in a parody of the night.
Tribune Emery Sarcanus patrols the streets. Despite that no being his primary role. The constabulary is responsible for that. However, he doesn't much like sitting in an office, looking over complaints and signing off on requests.
"Death take you no-hu!" Split the usual drum of city noises. It only took Emery a few quick steps to find the source.
A tall man, encased in armor up to his neck. Only it wasn't just armor. It was powered armor. He must belong to one of the Technomancer Guilds. Guilds which hold technology and the secrets to it. The man's armor looked primitive however. Clearly something that was made recently.
The woman across from the man is a vampire. The pale face and spidery black veins a dead give away. Though the veins usually only become visible when they're hungry or angry.
Casually Emery crossed over to them. "Now now, it's much too early for yelling in the streets. What seems to be the problem?" He inquired with a passive expression, his voice equally neutral.
"This no-hu bitch" The man in the armor started. No-hu being the new slang for non-humans. "She bumped into me, knocked my packages all over the ground. I demand satisfaction!"
Emery looked around casually at the boxes that were strewn about. Then back to the man with a dull eyed look.
"A duel? Over boxes?" He inquired with a slight agitation in his tone. Emery's eyes fell to the man's legs. His armor wasn't combat armor. It was designed for moving around heavy materials.
"It's my right! I'm human after all!" The man barked angrily. Then suddenly he was on the pavement looking up at the eerie darkness above.
Emery had swept his legs out from under him. It wasn't hard. These crude power armors are clumsy.
"Get," Emery said, gesturing with a nod of his head to the female vampire. She seemed to hesitation. But he opened his uniform jacket, revealing an elaborately decorated long revolver. She quickly moved away upon seeing it. Waiting to make sure she was gone, he knelt down next to the man. He poked his face twice.
The man awoke with a startle. "AH! Wha-" He said before grasping at his head, evidently struck the back of his head on the way down.
"Hey there. Looks like you had a bit of a tumble fella," Emery said in a jovial voice, his face an demeanor matching it.
"Oh...I guess I did..." The man said as he looked around, noting the boxes. But then after a moment, he looked at Emery and realization dawned on his face. "You're the fu-" he started to say, but fell over once more upon trying to rise.
Emery placed a foot on the man's chest. "My name is Emery Sarcanus, third Tribune of this sector. I hope you appreciate that if I can knock you over so easily. Then the vampire could have done so. And then she could have killed you. As would have been her right in a mutually agreed duel. Which is probably why she bumped into you." He explained in a manner that suggested that he was at the edge of his patience.
Seeing it sink in on the man's face. Emery stepped off the man and started off down the street.
"You may want a doctor to check you out," He called out as he turned the corner, disappearing from sight.