The Saints of Endoa – (Ebola is not a joke so please stop treating it that way.)

[blockguy™]

"What the...?"
Francesco sees a large crowd beginning to form. Francesco can see over everyone. But not by much though. Two men appear to be standing in the middle. One with a cloak, and another in a knight's uniform. They begin fighting. The cloaked man starts to step back towards Francesco.
"What is going on?"

[Ad Bot]

[Swat 3]

templars vs. assassins, obv

[SWAT One]

Both of those applications are accepted.  I'll add them in a sec.

[Gojira]

Name: Matthias Green
Age: 23
Physical Description: 160 cm tall. Black hair with hazel eyes, paleish skin. Average strength, normal weight. Very fit from a lot of running, but not burly. Usually wears normal clothes to blend in with crowds.

Skills: Good at blending in, and hiding. Usually does not like to kill, and as such is skilled at nonlethal methods of eliminating threats.
Occupation: Fruit stand owner. Also whatever he does for the Heretics.
Starting Location: Imperius, at his fruit stand.
Current Location: Running his fruit stand
Your Goals: Overthrow the corrupt government, worship what he wants freely. All he wants is freedom.
Let me know if that's too Gary Stu-ish

[Swat 3]

Name: Ryaine Joseph Fran
Age: 27
Physical Description: Ryaine (or Ryan) has a very secretive like appearance most of the time, fashioning cloaks and other non-revealing clothing in public. If you strip him of his cloak, you would see very moderate-like clothing of an everyday man, but a few touches of an avid hard worker. He has a lean build, and exersizes daily. He has a light scar under his chin. Not even he knows how it got there.

Skills: Swordsman of incredible skill, has a knack for stealth. Likes to honey his words in order to get his way.
Occupation: Printer, artist, and minor-politician.
Starting Location: Imperius
Current Location: Ryaine's home, Imperius Slumss
Your Goals Cleanse the church of its unfair rituals in any way, shape, or form.
Ryaine parries and dodges a dangerous double swing of the heavy sword. He cringes as if he holds the large bruise on his side, hoping to ward off any suspicion. He wonders about using his two pistols and concealed smoke bomb. No. I need to keep them hidden, for now, Ryaine says to himself in a coarse wisper that was only a mere mumble in proportion to the crowd.

He keeps a defensive form, obviously holding back. Ryaine smiles, as if anyone can actually see the "smile", and yells words of abuse at the Knight.

[blazerblock2]

templars vs. assassins, obv

he's not really wrong tbh.
Aedan inhaled sharply through his nose as he stepped off of his ship onto the plank connecting it to the docks, his quartermaster in tow.  "A fine settlement, it seems, does it not?" he inquired, of course to Lenart. 
He looked around at the hustle and bustle of goods being walked about onto and off of ships and into warehouses.  He rested his hands on his hips, one hand wrapped around the sheath that carried his blade from the far east; a rarity in such western places in this era.  He turned back to Lenart, grinning.  As much as he loved to sail the seas, there was always something about the city that excited him.

[grunterdb1951]

Aedan inhaled sharply through his nose as he stepped off of his ship onto the plank connecting it to the docks, his quartermaster in tow.  "A fine settlement, it seems, does it not?" he inquired, of course to Lenart. 
He looked around at the hustle and bustle of goods being walked about onto and off of ships and into warehouses.  He rested his hands on his hips, one hand wrapped around the sheath that carried his blade from the far east; a rarity in such western places in this era.  He turned back to Lenart, grinning.  As much as he loved to sail the seas, there was always something about the city that excited him.

Lenart grunts, gazing down at the wooden boards that act in place as a slant down towards the docks. He is following Aedan, as per usual, and looks up lazily as Aedan speaks up. "Aye," he begins quietly in a dead-pan voice before his eyes flit around to look over his surroundings, a slight frown offering a bit of a contradiction to his statement, but the explanation of such frown quickly comes to show.

"Seems like'a lack o' brothels, tho'." he says with a subtle lick of his lips, his left hand slipping down to hook his left thumb under his belt as he follows him out, before tilting his head to the side and looking to Aedan. "Anyway-" he says, before idly remarking, "Where to first, cap'n?" he quietly asks with a quirk of his right brow.

[SWAT One]

Marco looks on, thinking "Great God in Heaven this is quite the brawl!"

Two capitol guards leave the scene, each taking a horse of the three tied to posts at the corner of the market, and ride off toward central Imperius, probably looking for backup.

Marco notices that the shadows are getting longer.  It must be about 4:30.

[Swat 3]

After parrying another block, Ryaine laughs. The Knight loses attention on the fight at hand to focus on the laugh.

He mumbles, "Last mistake," and takes out two pistols, pushing away his cloak in the process and dropping a smoke bomb.

"You're forgeted, mate."

He shoots both at the Knight's head, killing him. After pulling a specifically-place pin on both pistols, and "discarding" them into the faces of the closest guards, he screams "he's near the bridge!" in a rather lady-like voice. He notices a few guards and a few horses missing. Oh well, probably called for backup.

The pistols crumble into non-sensible pieces once making contact with the guard's face. Pieces flying all of the place, the crowd naturally disperses from them. During the confusion, Ryaine runs through the crowd, pushing away a poor chap from his perch on a latter and climbs half way up before jumping towards an adjacent window ledge, entering and disrupting an evening meal of a family of 4 by sliding over the dinner table, and then exiting from the other window.

he then jumps and lands into a cart of hay Climbs down the wall into a rather-empty alleyway and makes his escape into the outlying poor-ish houses of the city.

[SWAT One]

Marco falls, grumbling nonsensical gibberish to himself, having just been pushed onto the ground by some insensitive criminal bloke.
Also pretty sure the family wouldn't be having an evening meal when there's a brawl going on outside, but whatevs.


Capitol guards attempt to pursue Rayne, but lose him.

[Gojira]

"What the hell is going on?" I mutter.

[SWAT One]

Marco dusts himself off and picks up his groceries—they didn't spill, but some loaves of bread were crushed.  Oh well; it's not like this kind of thing could be expected.  Marco then walks back home, packs his groceries away, and hits the hay, being sure to close all windows and doors, and bolt them tight when necessary.  There's a criminal on the loose after all.

The sun sets and Capitol Guards break up the crowd and investigate the scene.  Reinforcements of 10 Capitol Guards and 4 knights of The Order arrive, although too late.  They investigate and talk late into the night.

Also, a quick announcement.  I now require that players define your character's current location in their page.  I also modified the "metagaming" rule to protect your location from others.  See the OP for details.

[blazerblock2]

Lenart grunts, gazing down at the wooden boards that act in place as a slant down towards the docks. He is following Aedan, as per usual, and looks up lazily as Aedan speaks up. "Aye," he begins quietly in a dead-pan voice before his eyes flit around to look over his surroundings, a slight frown offering a bit of a contradiction to his statement, but the explanation of such frown quickly comes to show.

"Seems like'a lack o' brothels, tho'." he says with a subtle lick of his lips, his left hand slipping down to hook his left thumb under his belt as he follows him out, before tilting his head to the side and looking to Aedan. "Anyway-" he says, before idly remarking, "Where to first, cap'n?" he quietly asks with a quirk of his right brow.

"Aedan turned back around to examine the city, "What say we 'ead to the market and trade off some of this cargo 'ere for their local currency and whatnots?  What empire is this anyways?" he replied to Lenart.

"This here, sir, is Endoa," another man said, approaching the two, "I am the harbormaster of this fine port of Ardes, would you mind telling me what business you might have here?"

"Well, I suppose we're just stopping here for the sake of exploration, aye Lenart?" Aedan replied, turning back to Lenart and nodding, then back to the harbormaster.

"Right, well, I suppose you won't mind if some of our soldiers take a look below deck for anything contraband, would you?"

"Well, I suppose that depends on your definition of contraband, doesn' it?"

The harbor master gave Aedan a look so foul it made Aedan cringe, subtly.  He jerked a thumb back, "Err, go right ahead, I s'pose," he said.

As he did, the harbormaster turned and whistled, signalling three guards over.  He barked several orders at them in a language unknown to Aedan, and the guardsmen walked past the three on the dock and onto the ship, where they got many questioning looks from the crewmen.  Aedan looked at Lenart, and shrugged, then back at the harbormaster, "Well, I suppose we'll be off to the market then, yeah?" he said.

"Not quite.  You're going to have to stay here until the search is over with."

"And how long will that take, might I ask?"

"It could be a while, perhaps a few hours?"

"Wonderful..."

[grunterdb1951]

"Aedan turned back around to examine the city, "What say we 'ead to the market and trade off some of this cargo 'ere for their local currency and whatnots?  What empire is this anyways?" he replied to Lenart.

"This here, sir, is Endoa," another man said, approaching the two, "I am the harbormaster of this fine port of Ardes, would you mind telling me what business you might have here?"

"Well, I suppose we're just stopping here for the sake of exploration, aye Lenart?" Aedan replied, turning back to Lenart and nodding, then back to the harbormaster.

"Right, well, I suppose you won't mind if some of our soldiers take a look below deck for anything contraband, would you?"

"Well, I suppose that depends on your definition of contraband, doesn' it?"

The harbor master gave Aedan a look so foul it made Aedan cringe, subtly.  He jerked a thumb back, "Err, go right ahead, I s'pose," he said.

As he did, the harbormaster turned and whistled, signalling three guards over.  He barked several orders at them in a language unknown to Aedan, and the guardsmen walked past the three on the dock and onto the ship, where they got many questioning looks from the crewmen.  Aedan looked at Lenart, and shrugged, then back at the harbormaster, "Well, I suppose we'll be off to the market then, yeah?" he said.

"Not quite.  You're going to have to stay here until the search is over with."

"And how long will that take, might I ask?"

"It could be a while, perhaps a few hours?"

"Wonderful..."

"B'lieve these folks are th' ones of tha' church, Aed'." says Lenart with a idle glance around, scanning over his surroundings carefully once again as he crosses his arms along his chest with a idle tap of his forearm with his right index finger, "My guess be tha' th' most we're gonn' find here is books o' 'bout touchin' kids an'-" but before he can finished his bashful banter, he's cut off as he hears a voice speak up, looking over to lay his eyes upon the acclaimed harbormaster.

Listening to Aedan, and the harbormaster, he blinks lazily, watching the two before he looks to Aedan as Aedan looks to him in turn, "Aye, an th' women." he says, before looking back to the harbormaster. He quietly snickers to himself at Aedans form of counter attack towards the request of a search for contraband, and began to go on his way before he stops, glaring back as he hears the same harbormaster whistle, sallying guards over. "I don' like this." he grumbles to himself quietly, audible to Aedan as he watches them waltz over and onto the ship, the crewman not knowing what the in the bloody hell is going on.

When Aedan asks as to whether they can leave, he sighs when he hears the harbormasters reply. Before letting out a cough at the talk of hours, "forgetin' hell, them northern' boys'll probably be grabbing 'em by then! Come on, at'least be quick 'bout it, I got places to be, women ta' f'ahk!"

[SWAT One]

Marco wakes up in the morning to do his usual exercise routine, and after he finishes washing, he hears a knock at the back door.

"Just a minute."

Marco opens the door to see his neighbor, Maria Pastore, a woman of 23 who lives on the the second floor of his building nervously standing in the courtyard.

"Oh, uh, hello Maria.  Can I help you?"
"Yes.  Did you hear about the fight last night, about that one Heretic that killed the three knights of The Order?"
"Three?  I only heard about two.  I saw him shoot one of those poor souls in the head with his pistols myself!"
"Oh my goodness!"  Maria does a cross motion with her hand before continuing.  "God rest their souls."
Marco continues, "What happened to the third?"
"Apparently, when the blasted Heretic made his escape, he managed to slip a poison into an inattentive knight's wine.  He's now wanted dead or alive for high treason!"

The bells throughout Imperius begin to resound, signaling the mass.

"Oh mercy!" Maria cries, "Late for mass.  I'll talk with you later!"

Maria quickly walks northward toward the great cathedral of South Imperius.  Marco watches her for a moment before shutting the door and getting ready for church.  "Nice girl." he says to himself, and leaves his house, heading northward to the church.