RAF GAME 12 Round 2, five alive

There is nothing so depressing as a smug bald man
Macros

Dolmen was struggling to load his wagon, he was working alone because he claimed he trusted no-one else with his materials or work. Truth be told he could find no-one who could put up with his incessant fussing and perfectionism.
The streets were still dark and foggy when the artist rolled out of the city gates, heading for watcher hill, the guards waved him through, well used to seeing the unbalanced genius heading out at odd hours. They stopped a greasy looking fellow who was trailing the cart, and gave him a good beating when he failed to answer their questions satisfactorily.

Starling couldn't believe she had tried to kill Wolfy, there was no way he would take her back now, no way in hell.
Hell
Hell was where she was, drunk as hell, in hell, now isn't that fitting?
Starling drained her tankard and stumbled for the door, pushing and bouncing her way through the crowd, unheeding of the curses that followed in her wake. The griefs where I belong, its the only way out of hell

Wolfy was drunk as well, roaming the street searching for Starling, he needed to speak to her, needed to understand why
He crashed through the doors of yet another tavern, scanning the crowd with his bleary eyes, looking for his raven haired theif. No sign, he turned to continue his search
"Wolfy!" a voice called him back in the door, "You looking for star?"
That got his attention, he turned to see one of the taverns bashers walking towards him, "Yes, you seen er?"
"Aye, she's not long gone, 4 sheets, talking to herself about hell and escape"
escape...
"Fuck"
Wolfy turned and ran up the street, his head rapidly clearing.
Gods, if any of you shower of bastards are listening, don't let her be for the grief, I pledge myself to whoever keeps her safe

sometimes the gods, the shower of bastards that they are, listen.

It took Dolmen most of the night to get to watchers point and get his equipment set up.
seven years and he was nearly done, this would be the dawn to finish his greatest work. Seven years of humping up and down that damned hill watching the weather, trying to catch the elusive mist that wrapped the city only a few times a year.
Waiting for dawn.
And the most glorious of views. From the city gates to griefs point the whole city wreathed in gold as the dawn caught the mist, only for a few minutes as it quickly burned off. A few minutes to capture its beauty, a few minutes at a time for seven bloody years
Dolmen readied his paints, dawn was close. He looked out over his beloved city again, movement on the grief catching his eye.
another poor soul going to hurl themselves off the cliffs. Such a waste

Starling's breath was ragged as she clawed her way up the twisted track leading to the cliffs on griefs point, her resolve hadn't faltered, she hadn't sobered either. She could hear someone shouting and chasing her some idiot trying to stop me no doubt
She carried on, not much further to the top.
Wolfy was almost bent double as he gasped for breath, he had to catch starling before she hurled herself from the cliffs
Had to

Dawn broke over the eastern Mountains, light flooding the plain, lighting up the mist wrapped city, making it more beautiful than it had any right to be. This never ceases to amaze me
Dolmen studied the scene, his gaze flicking back and forth from his canvas to the city, seeking what was missing, what he had failed to capture. Finally he saw it
"Ah, so simple, so beautifully simple" He reached for his brushes, ready to finish what would undoubtedly be his greatest work, possibly the greatest work in the land.
Twelve slithered up behind Dolmen and stabbed him in the back.
Dolmen fell forward, ruining his work, blood spilling across the canvas. The city, drenched in blood. If twelve had been the thoughtful kind, he might have pondered the significance of what his actions had done to the painting, of what he would do to the city.

Wolfy Caught up with Starling just as she reached the cliff edge.
"Star! Don't, please I beg you!"
Star turned, shocked to see Wolfy behind her, "I'm sorry"
she stepped from the ledge.
Wolfy yelled in anguish as he leapt after her, trying to catch her hand

Sometimes the gods are listening,
But they're a shower of bastards.

How it went
Dolemn shot air, was attacked - died
Starling and Wolfy shot themselves, were not attacked - Died
Twelve, the scumbag, shoot dolmen, was not attacked - WINS

What the fuck people TWELVE WON??
TWELVE???

BAH!

Game 9 sign ups are open, it will be the last one I'll be running for a while, i think tehols trousers said he/she wanted to paly so if you see them on chat tell them

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This post has been edited by Macros: 16 October 2012 - 09:16 PM

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