Yvonne steps forward within the dark alley..her figure barely perceptible, much less her long red hair, her tightly form fitting leather top and leggings..the elven scimitar hanging along her hip catching glints of light that manage to pierce the darkness. A lifting of each hand, the woman rotates each in small circles, calling forth her ice shard enchant..sending forth wave after wave of razor sharp shards into one large wagon leading the caravan, sending it's contents strewing across the street, up in the air, and out in all directions..the riders leaping from the wagon, running for their very lives. Sliding back into that darkness, her fly spell lifts her to the rooftop of the adjacent building. From atop, she witnesses the destruction and chaos ensuing below..the rest of the caravan sensing an ambush in place, each wagon attempts to find it's own way out.. A calling forth of her fire bolt enchant sends the rear wagon up into flames, the horses now panicking, they lead the burning frame down the nearest alley..it's contents being strewn across the cobblestoned street..the alley that has become an escape route. With a graceful turn and leap, the unknown woman extends one leg, finding footing upon the corner of the adjacent building just short leap to the left, razing those few wagons in between the lead and trail..each of those teams of horses lifting back upon their back legs, pulling in opposing directions..sending the contents of each of those wagons falling out and about..those wagons, like those before, spilling their secrets of the mehrials made and being attempted to smuggle out of the empire to raise a force in defiance of the empire. Small amounts, here and there..all tucked and hidden within common household items, clothing and even hidden within secret compartments of crudely made furniture.. The woman unknown to all those that see her in this form, is the Noble Lady of Commerce.. With a soft whisper and smile as she witnesses the carnage below..she waves with a single sweeping hand as she lifts up into the dark skies to reset into another hiding place to watch, and wait..leaving those present to take advantage of what has been laid bare before the citizens of Nanthalion.
OOCly: Come one! Come all! Take advantage of this golden opportunity to enrich your char with the losses of those that are enemies of the empire! RP your char finding something, somewhere, fitting within the scene and let Des decide if anything is found and how much! Anywhere from 1mhl to 50mhl, once or even several times..depending on time and how many are involved. Very possibly even more.
This will be an event that will occur spontaneously and last only for a comparatively short time - hour up to a few hours - each time it's run. A announcement will be made in OOC of the event and those wishing to participate will join in town channel and quest channel. A great time to have fun, be creative and smack an NPC or even your fellow player's char during that chase to find those free mehrials that are there for the taking!
Theressa Annaert, Pledged Lifelong Bondmate to Allivia Annaert and Lady of the Annaert Household
Player of Theressa, Kytte{Naya}, Vonni and Remlie.
