Silence Sei
03-24-12, 07:45 AM
(Closed to Moxen)
The sun was out, yet the city of Radasanth was bathed in complete darkness. Every couple of years, the moon of Althanas would slowly rotate around the world, eventually blocking off the life-giving rays of the star. While a select group of individuals saw this as a scientific inevitability (the moon was closer to Althanas than its sun, so eventually it would overlap it in rotation), less educated people saw this as a sign of the end of times. Nevermind that every half of a decade would see this strange phenomena begin anew. Zealots would preach on about penance, people would go screaming as if they'd lost a child, and the looting.
Oh, so much looting.
While the 'eclipse' as some called it was an absolutely magnificent sight to behold, it caused such discourse within the lower-income districts of Radasanth. It always took the Mystic to remember his own privileged life, and realize that not everyone could afford luxuries such as a daily classroom, or any form of education at all. Every time this strange event took place, Sei would try to quell the more sinister forces at work. The muggers, the lynch mobs, the rapists, they would all be foiled by the harbinger of sanity. However, Sei could not be everywhere at once, and many a thief would pilfer an entire house, a vandal would cause massive property damage. He always had to choose which crimes were more important, more severe than others. Material items could be replaced, but stolen ideals could cripple a person forever.
This year, however, was the first year Sei had been able to bring in reinforcements. All through the city, panicked mothers were being calmed, would-be muggers taken in under a guard's watchful eye, and the populace as a whole reached a lower level of alert. That was not to say that people were not still running around making declarations about their soon-to-be destruction, but it was a lot less stressful thanks to the full support of the Ixian Knights. The more severe crimes would be stopped faster, and people would rather report problems rather than let whoever go crazy in any way they saw fit. It was the first year Sei did not feel like ripping his hair out between crime after crime after crime.
The mute ran the busy streets of the bazaar, his eyes darting back and forth as he did so. There would still be criminals who crept around well enough to elude his personal army. With the Knights with a decent hold over the district, Sei could finally focus today on the looters. A broken window here and there would cause the mute pause, and a quick investigation. Most of the time his search turned out to be just the work of anarchists trying to hurt something. However, Sei soon came upon a house with a door left wide open, swinging softly on its hinges as it did so. The strategist raised an eyebrow, slowly climbing the two steps leading into the complex, and deciding to take a look for himself...
The sun was out, yet the city of Radasanth was bathed in complete darkness. Every couple of years, the moon of Althanas would slowly rotate around the world, eventually blocking off the life-giving rays of the star. While a select group of individuals saw this as a scientific inevitability (the moon was closer to Althanas than its sun, so eventually it would overlap it in rotation), less educated people saw this as a sign of the end of times. Nevermind that every half of a decade would see this strange phenomena begin anew. Zealots would preach on about penance, people would go screaming as if they'd lost a child, and the looting.
Oh, so much looting.
While the 'eclipse' as some called it was an absolutely magnificent sight to behold, it caused such discourse within the lower-income districts of Radasanth. It always took the Mystic to remember his own privileged life, and realize that not everyone could afford luxuries such as a daily classroom, or any form of education at all. Every time this strange event took place, Sei would try to quell the more sinister forces at work. The muggers, the lynch mobs, the rapists, they would all be foiled by the harbinger of sanity. However, Sei could not be everywhere at once, and many a thief would pilfer an entire house, a vandal would cause massive property damage. He always had to choose which crimes were more important, more severe than others. Material items could be replaced, but stolen ideals could cripple a person forever.
This year, however, was the first year Sei had been able to bring in reinforcements. All through the city, panicked mothers were being calmed, would-be muggers taken in under a guard's watchful eye, and the populace as a whole reached a lower level of alert. That was not to say that people were not still running around making declarations about their soon-to-be destruction, but it was a lot less stressful thanks to the full support of the Ixian Knights. The more severe crimes would be stopped faster, and people would rather report problems rather than let whoever go crazy in any way they saw fit. It was the first year Sei did not feel like ripping his hair out between crime after crime after crime.
The mute ran the busy streets of the bazaar, his eyes darting back and forth as he did so. There would still be criminals who crept around well enough to elude his personal army. With the Knights with a decent hold over the district, Sei could finally focus today on the looters. A broken window here and there would cause the mute pause, and a quick investigation. Most of the time his search turned out to be just the work of anarchists trying to hurt something. However, Sei soon came upon a house with a door left wide open, swinging softly on its hinges as it did so. The strategist raised an eyebrow, slowly climbing the two steps leading into the complex, and deciding to take a look for himself...