Anathema: an Exalted game IC

((Seeing as how I idiotically accidently managed to reroll the whole set of die... I'll just do them agian... hope that's okay, and it doesn't end me.))

This dice is not existing.

((Well, success wise, nothing changed. So there's that.))

Silver is pulled backwards off his feet, but otherwise suffers no injury.

((Stark: Which direction are you going? This might be a good time to start working toward each other.))

(( He went off to the north, or which ever way is straight up into the town and away from the port.))

As Stark beelines for the middle of town, the ghosts fan out into the island at large.
Pandemonium and death ensues.

The ballista fires again, this time attacking a tavern. The ensuing fireball momentarily turns twilight into noon.

The tavern was to the west. The fighting ring is to the east, and people are starting to pour out of it. Ghosts are hitting residential sections hardest for the moment, sweeping people out of hiding while the ballista goes for concentrated population areas.

Dusk jumped back as fast he could. The green light was surely something bad, seeing what it did to the guards helped to bring it through to him. He turned and pushed himself forward with as much skill he possessed trying to escape the blast.

(Spending a willpower on this as well

The member 'Midnightclub' has done the following action : Dices roll

'Ten-faced die' : 8, 6, 10, 2, 7, 9, 6, 10

((Yeah. You're fine. Dang.))

Dusk Fang turns and casually strides away from the explosion, not even bothering to look back as the door exploded dramatically behind him.

((If only he'd shades!))

Silver'd managed to get up in time to be awed by DuskFang, as he got up and began to stride next to him. DuskFang had the right idea, there was no reason to panic here... they probably wouldn't continue to fire upon them... whoever they were. He'd have to look into that, once he got done admiring the badassery before him. The first thing to hit him, of course, was hope that his shop was okay.

Nothing would've stopped the man as he ran down the streets, doing his best to ignore the loud noises of buildings being destroyed and strange creatures abound. He had heard the place was a hell hold, but he didn't think this was what they meant by it. Stark wasn't really sure where he was going either, could've been away from the nightmares, or right into their open arms. Oh, how he wished for the former much over the latter choice. He would peek behind him every so often to see if anything was behind him, but all he normally saw was death an destruction.

Dusk smiled and looked at the guy who had come with them. "You ready t' get outta 'ere mate?" He looked for a viable exit, any way out was a good way out to him. It might be a good idea to exit through the door that'd blasted open. "Whattaya think lil' man? SHould we go that way?" He asked pointing through the hole where the door used to be.

"I wouldn't expect that way to get us hit too quickly. Though the arena itself might make a great place to hole up and wait for this to blow over..." considered Joyous Silver, before comng to a conclusion that he wasn't exactly in the mood to think. "Take your pick, we've a better chance if we stick together."

Dusk Fang thought quickly and decided. "Th' hole in th' wall it is then!" And he strode off confidently through the gaping hole, not even looking back to see if the others were following him.

Joyous Silver followed Dusk Fang through the hole, looking around as they did, trying to find any indication of what could be possibly happening in this city. He had really, only two things on his mind. Make it out of this alive, and preferably, find his store intact, and unharmed, and hopefully without unwanted intruders. "Follow me." he said, taking the lead. "I know somewhere we mght be able to wait this out."

Stark:
The harlot appears again, coming out of a side street slightly ahead of you. She evidently knows the layout of the city better than you do if she managed to make better time than you. She grabs you by the wrist and tries to pull you in a slightly more westward direction.
"Come with me," she says. "I know a man who has a boat moored on the other side of the island. We'll be safe there."

Silver and Dusk:

((Per + awareness for a more detailed description of the situation, anyone who wants one; are you both heading for the shop, or somewhere else?))

((I added in a line about yes, trying to get to my shop. Unless midnight overrules it.))

This dice is not existing.

Stark was completely taken by surprise when the harlot grabbed his arm, and almost felt like screaming, for he didn't know who it was at first. He tried pulling back slightly, but he did listen to her, and wondered why she wanted him to follow her. "W-why are you trying to help me? We just met, and it wasn't under the best of circumstances, that's for sure..." He turned to look back down the alley, at the street he was just on. Of all the days for this to happen, why today?

Dusk hadn't left the arena in, well since he'd arrived on this island. He had no idea where to go or what to do. He guessed that he hadn't really thought that far ahead in his escape plan. He remained behind the smaller man, his sword brandished in case he had to fight. He remained cautious and alert, thinking that more guards were probably on his trail by now.

Silver and Dusk:
Most of the guards were dealing with the pandemonium inside the arena. Even with a contest going on, large explosions aren't easily missed. You'd guess that inside the arena, there is a microcosm of what's going outside: people stampeding in an enclosed space and doing almost damage to themselves as the invading forces are doing.

You see a couple of ghosts as you go along, but they're busy dealing with easier prey - women and children, mostly.

((You're welcome to initiate hostilities, but they look like they'd be a tricky fight for Dusk. Silver would most likely be screwed.))

Silver: The city is now infested with hungry ghosts.* Hard to say how many. There's a Skullstone ship in the harbor, and it's armed with Essence weaponry. Every ten seconds or so, it lets off another shot. After sowing some lovely chaos by liberating you from the arena and going for some key targets, it's started working from the West, pushing the people into the greater portion of the ghosts. You see a lot of people converging on the general area of your store. Given what alchemists tend to make, you would understand why they'd be going to your shop. You would also see why it would be a prime target for whatever that weapon is.

Stark: "You're the most unobservant person I've ever met, but let's just say that I'm a better person than you think I am. I was looking for someone to keep me away from those two thugs who wanted their way with me for free, but I guess I got unlucky and found the only celibate man in the entire island," she explained.

Behind you, a ghost body-tackles an unfortunate sailor. Getting to the boat is going to be either a matter of outrunning the wandering ghosts or sneaking by them.


*Hungry ghosts are the lower souls of people who died violent, painful deaths, who escaped the cycle of reincarnation and now wander the earth with a mindless desire for death and pain. This much is common knowledge, especially this close to a shadowland.

"Okay, battle plan. We need to move, find... find a boat, I don't know, sail away we just need to do it." said Joyous Silver quickly. His shop was likely lost... he'd have to start a new life somewhere... but he could start agian, surely someone could still supply him... surely he could do... something. Join a cult if he had to, they tended to feed you, right? This really messed up his plans for the month, is what he was saying.

"Boat it is then." Dusk Fang said. "Best be followin' me then. We'll find our way outta here for sure." He talked a lot more confidently than he felt. Chaos wasn't his usual forte. He also wasn't quite sure what was happening but it seemed to him to be almost a blessing. He felt bad for the children, but the women and the men getting killed by ghosts? These people had seen him fight in the ring. They knew he was a slave and theyd done nothing. These people deserved their fate. The ghosts would be a problem. He wasnt sure if he could fight something that was already dead.

He turned and ran towards the harbor, checking to see if the small man was following him. He took side streets and alleys, trying to avoid as many ghosts as possible and trying to not be noticed by the ones near him.

"I did notice two thugs, but I didn't think they were after you..." Stark replied back, watching the poor sailor and turning away before he became uneasy. "Do tell, what are you then?" He would just let her comment about him slide, after all, there were far more important things to deal with right now. These ghosts, he was sure he knew what they were, but he never actually thought he'd ever encounter any in a town of this size, or during the day for that matter. "And do you have any clue what is going on here?!"

All: As the boat takes another shot, you hear and see a massive technicolor fireball. That was presumably the alchemist's shop. Fresh cries of pain erupt as at least a few people standing by were struck with flaming eight-scream devil powder.

Silver and Dusk: The stoner who had stopped by Silver's shop earlier that day turns onto the same street you're on, going the other way. He notices the two of you waves. "Come with me," he says. "I've got a boat we can get out on." He points away from the docks, to the west and away from the docks. Silver knows it isn't unheard of for people to dock on the reverse side of the island if the weather is good, but the chances of anyone being there at any one time is low.


Stark: "I'm just a companion who gets around," she replies. "You can call me Passionate Veil." That's not promiscuous at all. "But you are new around here, aren't you? That's Moray Darktide's new ship, apparently. He works for Skullstone Archipelago - that giant ghost-infested shadowland a few leagues away. Evidently, he's decided that it's time to annex Tang."

A patrol of three ghosts block your way; they haven't seen you yet.

Joyous Silver didn't exactly trust this man, so he looked the man over, thinking about what he'd said. There could have been a boat out there, after all, but he had thought earlier, that this man had been with the pirates who'd pulled into harbor earlier.

This dice is not existing.

He's honest. He seems to think you're a decent guy, from what you've seen of each other, and you have a big guy with a sword with you. Having you two escort him to his ship would be a pretty good deal for him, you suppose.

"Alright, let's get moving then, no time to dwadle." said Joyous Silver, looking at the carnage around them. They did not have time to waste thinking anymore, now was a tme for action, and hell, just making it to the water, where they might be able to atleast hide somewhere that wouldn't reasonably be shelled, was a good idea to him.