(BELOW DECK, HALLWAY) Out of the frying pan, into the fire. Those freed from the galley are attempting to navigate the hallway by torchlight when they realise the true gravity of their scene. The Heir, bloodied, appears before them. The Icarus easily imagines his condition has something to do with the corpse visible through an open door, but there’s no time for interrogation. The Crooked heads toward the main deck for a confrontation with the officer who trapped them, the Hot Shot, for once technically on the right side of the law as they walk upstairs, instead of taking the left.
The Heir may be looking for the Phoenix, but it’s the Consigliere he finds from the Lover’s pounding; enlisting the Icarus to once again test their skills with a lock. The Consigliere’s broken hand leaves them headed to find the King, while the rest attempt to find tools in the galley to break the chains.
The three in the billiard room have made light work of the window. the Shadow halfway out of it and judging the drop, as the Gambler and the Contractor finally manage to wedge the door open, with assistance from the Lover on the other side.
When the door to the staff bathroom is opened, there appears to be no one inside. It’s only once the Gambler investigates that the Forgotten calls out for the others to leave their hiding spots. None of the Kovali-affiliated note the Contractor’s presence by the doorway, and the Prospect isn’t particularly happy at owing even more.
(ENGINE ROOM) With the damage blocked as well as they’re able, to both human and machine, the four remaining in the engine room are trying to limit their exertion, while waiting on the Faithful’s return.
As the unlucky begin to lose consciousness, it’s a struggle to make out the Sacrificed freeing them. Just like him, they’ve put their trust in the wrong person.
♞ It’s all flesh and fleshed out and forgotten now ♞
(MAIN DECK, BRIDGE) The Faithful watches through the window as the Weapon approaches. From one nightmare to another, she’s not doing well with the company she chooses. There’s a ghoul in the room, with gun trained on the Captain, someone particularly obsolete when the yacht isn’t moving.
The Weapon steps out of the moonlight and opens the door, asks to speak to the Captain they can’t see. Much too casual for the tension in the room, but it’s all been a ruse. The Weapon knows fear that can’t be hidden. Gets well within reach before the ghoul is any wiser. The Faithful may be tied to a chair, but she’s not really dead. The pair of them taking out the threat. The Consigliere can shortly after be found at the end of a gun, until recognition hits. There may be a crisis but only if they advise it. Protocol versus damage control, the Weapon’s military training wins out, but the Consigliere wants to ensure the narrative. One call to port authorities, one call to someone else.
(MAIN DECK, EXTERIOR) Armed with the knowledge that their own colleagues are involved in the chaos, the Crooked returns to the main deck to confront the officer who had trapped them. As they quietly attempt to remove them from the scene, they find a gun to their head. Another officer has their finger on the trigger, and yet another moves from acting as the Messiah’s bodyguard to behaving as a threat.
Those nearest scatter, leaving only the Infiltrator and the Coward primed nearby. It is the King, who shakes their head.
Two more officers appear to take hostages on the edge of the crowd. While three more attempt to dissuade any sudden movements. The final ghoul stands by the gallows. The drama of the swinging corpse now missing from their plan, he gestures wildly to the bench it is now settled upon.
“People of Chicago, this is what your Mayor has wrought. This blood is on their hands. A victim to your own Police Chief. They are in the pockets of those we rally against. They are owned by the mobs! People of Chicago, I call on you to seek your own justice, for you will not find it with our corrupt system. You will not find it with those demons.”
Masks are placed over the faces of the Crooked and the Messiah, devils both, or so the story seems.
“Look upon their true faces and see them for what they are. Not your protectors, Chicago, but your enemy.”
Using their emphatic agreement as distraction, the Crooked throws an elbow to disarm their captor, but are met with failure.
In the crowd, it is the Performer and the Prospect who manage to knock an officer’s gun from their grip and across the deck. During the distraction, the Heir takes a shot from atop a bench, it heads straight for the Crooked, with whom he exchanged a look just prior. The Coward follows suit, grasping for the officer’s gun and using it to shoot the one holding the Messiah hostage. Blood covers the Mayor, as they yell for everybody to get down.
By the gallows, the Black Widow holds a knife to the throat of the talkative ghoul. He continues to wave his gun at those on deck, before dropping it and stepping forward to force the blade. With no intention of meeting the same fate, The unarmed ghoul drags the Paradox through the crowd, attempting to throw her overboard. As the Doctor struggles with them, the Mad Scientist tries to pull them back onboard. The Assassin using a chain from below deck to free the doctor of any moral dilemma, before the Shadow assists their favourite chemist.
The three remaining armed ghouls force through the crowd to the lifeboat, their hostages, the Hot Shot and the Phoenix, working to untie the boat. As the Phoenix slams a paddle into one of their skulls, the Hot Shot grabs their gun. Relying on the Cataclysmic, and the Infiltrator to make their shots as the Hot Shot finishes the job.
The Messiah begins interrogation of the officer shot by The Heir, before they watch another bullet prevent attempts to talk. The Coward calls it mercy, but the Crooked knows better, injury allegedly preventing them from making an arrest.
OOC INFORMATION
Shortly after, beams drench the deck in light, nothing obscured anymore. Members of the public threatened at gunpoint once more as they clamor for safety. The boat isn’t for them, but for injured members of the Kovali, and those most likely to be prevented from disembarking without complication. The King, the Phoenix, the Heir, the Coward, are all well away before the searchlights of the Chicago Police Marine Unit boats illuminate the scene.
Those remaining on board and under most scrutiny have several options to remain anonymous, but given the masks and the sheer chaos everyone is trying to escape, no deals need be made with the devil- unless that’s your prerogative.
Please tag all starters with bkevent04. We hope you’ve enjoyed our Hallowe’en event. I can only apologise for personal issues preventing the conclusion being reached sooner.
The evening is in full swing, with no hint of disaster (bar the cheese puffs running out). Although the festivities are inevitably dampened to some, the usual tensions apparent, the atmosphere is light. Who wouldn’t take the chance to forget for just one night, when money is paid in exchange.
The Charon sails the lake, skirting past the lights of the city. A spectacular sight as the passengers head toward a rejuvenated Navy Pier.
(MAIN DECK, INTERIOR) Guests are gathered to witness the messiah, DJ booth as their unorthodox stage, as they thank those in attendance. During the speech the crooked is subtly pulled away by one of their own to investigate a disturbance below deck. Shortly after, a murmur rises from those to the back of the crowd, nearest the deck. Dying to comfortable silence once the Messiah mentions preparations for a Hallowe’en display.
(BELOW DECK, HALLWAY) A series of masked patrons have traversed the hallways all evening, but none in such uniform procession as this, nor so heavily armed. One group of five to the left and the other to the right. In turn the ten bar nearly every door below deck.
Beyond the thresholds of those left, they find;
the consigliere, and the lover, with the phoenix in the ballroom.
the prospect, the forgotten, and the paradox, with the mad scientist in the crew bathrooms.
the shadow, the contractor, and the gambler, with the faithful in the billiards room.
Without fail, the operation manages to extricate the phoenix, the mad scientist, and the faithful, from their respective rooms. Before those doors are then locked with the remaining still inside.
Soon after, the crooked finds themselves thrown into a cage with wolves. As they gain their bearings, they discover they’re with the sacrificed and the hot-shot in the locked galley. Knives available for all the back-stabbings they desire.
(MAIN DECK, EXTERIOR) Scheduled to match the messiah’s speech, the infiltrator is waiting on deck for the icarus. Concealed by a bulkhead themselves, they don’t see the hasty retreat caused by the approach of the cataclysmic, who also misses as the icarus heads into a stairwell.
The remaining pair are at a stalemate until they hear applause to mark the end of sycophantic lullaby.
(MAIN DECK) the messiah invites the guests to the outside deck, so they might all witness a Hallowe’en treat.
the infiltrator, and the cataclysmic, head to join the coward at the front of the crowd. Expectantly viewing the body dangling from the gallows. It’s only when they are directed to look toward Navy Pier, that they realise. As the cataclysmic notes the costume, the mask, and the build of the asphyxiated corpse is that of the phoenix, a scream is heard from inside.
the performer heads toward the sound to find the black widow is there first, ushering away the scared bartender. In one of the stalls, awkwardly hunched, an overdosed corpse that could be identified as the mad scientist.
(BELOW DECK, HALLWAY) The group of ghouls have descended into the bowels of the ship or replaced masks to join with the crowd above, leaving the hallway clear for the assassin to note the suspicious chains on several doors. They can’t hear anything from the other side, but set about breaking into a bedroom. When the doctor finds them inside, they’re standing over a hacked corpse in a bed, easily believed to be the faithful. Estimating a time of death set days before, the doctor is leaving with the assassin when they’re set upon. Hoods over their heads before much damage can be done, they’re dragged down to the engine room.
(ENGINE ROOM) As soon as the assassin is freed, unhindered by the hood, they attack one of the four ghouls in the room. Distraction enough for the phoenix to join. the doctor, the mad scientist, and the faithful (unencumbered by their earlier costumes) attempt to assist. They are stilled by a gunshot and a spray of blood.
(MAIN DECK/BELOW DECK) Attempting to cut the body down from the gallows, the infiltrator slips as the yacht shudders to a halt. All on deck now aware this is not the light in the dark the messiah had planned. The fireworks display is lit on Navy Pier, igniting the sky as the Charon is plunged into darkness, chaos.
the heir, finally free of the king’s gaze, follows along with the weapon as the two navigate the main deck with only moonlight. They are followed downstairs by one of the ghouls.
Hearing their approach, the icarus works faster to pick the lock of the galley, slipping into the dark kitchen.
♞ An unholy jargon in the judgement seat ♞
(ENGINE ROOM) Three of the ghouls escape the engine room. The fourth is left with their captives. The water sealed door locked and barred to prevent escape. The blood accounted for by the wound from the phoenix’s brunt with a pistol. The bullet had grazed the mad scientist, rather unfortunately lodging in a piece of the engine. The fault had caused a safety shut-off, but not without fumes leaking from the tanks into the vacuum sealed engine room. Not long until those inside lose the remaining oxygen and their ability to attempt escape.
OOC INFORMATION
Those in the ballroom, the crew bathrooms, and the billiards room, are free (as a group) to write a resolution to the point of escape, or to leave it to us. Those in the engine room should work together to survive. And those scattered about the decks and the galley are free to find one another.
Please tag all starters with bkevent04. We hope you make it out alive.
With the Visionary’s raids on both Kovali and Faction owned business, The Queen in custody, and the curfew finally ended- is there anything left to fear in Chicago?
It’s a perfect time to find out.
Money, it seems, can often dictate death; those guns for hire of the past, assassins no one can truly claim to have witnessed, even an exchange with the ferryman for your final journey.
In this case, the coins are for penance, redemption, or simply an easing of guilt. It’s not true of everyone on board.
The Messiah still tries to demand it; a response to the atrocities of late, all of the death and destruction. Paid tickets to a very special Hallowe’en masquerade, proceeds to the Taste of Chicago victims’ memorial.
A luxury yacht, the aptly named Charon, beckons in the harbour. Makeshift gallows creaking on deck.
(BEYOND THE VEIL) It’s said the presence of spirits makes it easier to predict what’s coming. Advantage taken by those who wish to plan a path for the future of Chicago.
All the death caused recently must be good for something.
Never one to shy from philanthropy, the King cuts a cheque for all the Kovali in attendance. It’s a night of masks after all, concealed identity, an easy excuse for the Faction to follow suit. What better way to congratulate the Crooked on their new regime than in person. Best regards to the Messiah, of course.
Topside there are stunning views of the Chicago River, dyed purple for Hallowe’en. A photographer is available for those who wish to test the gallows or simply record the evening. Inside, the bar is fully stocked, caterers providing an elegant but spooktacular buffet. In a change to the evening’s schedule, members of the Chicago Philharmonic will be providing music before the journey begins, to be replaced by a DJ set from the Prospect once under way.
The staircases and corridors of the yacht are decorated for the occasion, with care still to keep emergency exits clearly marked.
Below deck, there are various private rooms available for conversation or costume adjustment, including a more intimate dance hall with speakers relaying music from the upper deck.
The only areas out of bounds are the engine room and the galley.
♞ Moving through this tomb of vapor and perfume and fog-filled rooms ♞
OOC INFORMATION
Welcome to our fourth event here at blood kingdom, Bury Anchors! It will be a multi-part event taking place during Hallowe’en celebrations hosted by the Mayor.
Please tag all starters with bkevent04. And be sure to enjoy the relatively calm crossing...
♛somewhere a queen is weeping, somewhere a king has no wife♛
(P U R G A T O R Y) There’s no sound of music, silence disturbed only by boots and police shouting as the Kovali watch on. Clean. Innocent. Each room had been cleared time and time again to ensure legitimacy, whatever fingers that could be pointed seemed like an impossibility. It’s the watchful eye of the Cataclysmic and the Phoenix that kept the business afloat all these countless years... and while loyalty permeated the ranks of the Kovali, wildcards existed. The Infiltrator knows what they’re doing when they placed the papers on the desk, details regarding the bombing. The most recent shoot out. The death of the Carcones. It’s one name that burns into the eyes of the young police officer...
(N O R T H W E S T E R N) The doctors stare in shock at the squadron barrelling through the hallways, brandishing a single sheet- warrant for arrest. It doesn’t make any sense to the staff until they see the group stop at door 1402. Irena Kovali. The Queen sits tight-lipped in her bed, memory leaving a gape as handcuffs mark her wrists. Association with organized crime, terrorism, extortion, illegal firearms, first-degree murder..
(J A D E L O U N G E) Furniture is turned upsidedown, patrons forced against the walls as the Forgotten backs into one of the offices. Eyes scan the area when she remembers. It’s sitting in the file cabinet, evidence that could take down the Gambler, the Zhangs. The Faction. And while her intention of going to the group was to burn down the other, she knows losing her best chance at revenge could leave her where she started. It’s worth the risk... Through the window, she slips out, hurrying with paperwork regarding the shipments as the sky above threatens to rain down hell.
(B O A R D O F T R A D E) Rumbles of thunder mimic the feeling of the crowd, protestors beginning to crash with police before a microphone sparks. On the stage enters the Messiah, chest puffed out in bravado- they know they’ve played their cards, they know their announcement will cause waves. To their right is a new champion, brought on by the mayor. An unknown face. Quiet settles to the best of its ability, chants fading to whispers...
“Chicago, for too long have we lived under the hold of criminal organizations, our home becoming their playground as we suffer. I promised you when I took hold of this office, the violence would end with me. I am here to tell you that I am keeping my end of the bargain...” They clear their throat, lightning flashing. “Earlier today, we conducted a sting operation raid on known criminal business. It is during this raid that we have found suspects with ties to the bombing on Navy Pier, the attack on the Taste of Chicago and previous crimes that have yet to be brought to justice.”
The Visionary rises, planting themself at the side of the Messiah, cold eyes staring into the audience. “Today, we have appointed a new District Attorney... and upon finding probable cause, we’ve put out warrants for the arrest of-”
The screams start all at once, cries for blood and vengeance bringing forth pure chaos as bodies rush the area. Up above, a wicked storm tears at the sky, rain falling hard as if it can cleanse a city of her sins. The kingdom sits on the tip of a knife...
♞and the wind, it cries Mary♞
OOC INFORMATION
Welcome to the final part of our season one finale, The Wind Cries Mary. The stakes have never been higher for each organization as the Board of Trade descends into chaos. The Kovali’s most vulnerable member has been taken into custody, the Faction owes its life to a Karan, and the Messiah has begun their cleanse of crime in the city. For season two, we will be introducing the D.A character of the Visionary who will be playing a very important role in our plot, you can be sure to catch their skeleton dropping within the next week. Some other fun news is that our main will be going through a makeover, keep your eyes peeled for updates. As for now, enjoy (;
♛ Life is a waterfall, we turn around & put up our wall ♛
( THE FESTIVAL )
The gunfire continued to blaze through the festival grounds, mass hysteria and chaos taking ahold the crowd as they fled to safety. Was this vengeance, a fine display of the King’s well-deserved rage as it boiled in the Kovali’s veins? If only... the Prospect aims his gun, a faction lackey in his sight. Just as the bullet flies across the park, the target moves. He can see the face of a young boy in his crosshairs, and then blood. The Faithful, The Doctor and The Forgotten watch in horror at the crimson seeping into the concrete...
The police sirens cut through the nightmare, a squadron marching upon the gang violence, armed to kill. The Infiltrator falls in the line, eyes widening in horror as she sees the S.W.A.T symbol and gun pointed in the Heir’s direction. How far was she willing to go, to maintain her identity, an operation she’d worked so hard to destroy from the inside? The movement is brisk, grabbing the man to the ground, sharp pain in her side- the feeling of a gunshot wound. She hears the sound of her own scream, the Weapon and The Contractor at her side trying to load her into the vehicle. Tires squeal against the pavement, the second Kovali car lurches forward... The Icarus runs across the pavement, ducking down when he notices a phone lying on the crowd. In his haste he grabs it, sprinting off into safety. He rounds the corner into an alley when it begins to ring. The voice on the other side of the line stops him cold- “Motta, what the fuck is going on there, the news just stated there was an attack- I’m in half the mind of pulling you off this investigation...”
The Spy takes cover behind a broken booth, knowing damn well that her immunity is in full play while hell is unleashed. Just as she turns to feign a shot, she sees the Traitor, a Kovali gun waiting to take his life... and then it doesn’t. A representative, left alive... her suspicions grow. But she isn’t the only one, the Assassin can’t help but think it’s beyond luck that he’s breathing. And the Hot Shot, huddled in a booth, sure as hell noticed it too.
The Illegitimate and the Sacrificed are neck-at-neck, aided by the Gambler, and the Consigliere. It’s clear death if they stay, that or jail which is a card the Gambler simply cannot play. He calls out to the Casanova to move, but the man doesn’t hear him. In his line of sight are the uniforms of CPD- he won’t risk it. He grabs ahold of the Faction’s very own counselor, but not before he hears the man say a peculiar set of words to the Kovali felon... “careful, you don’t want to spill your own family’s blood..” His foot hits the gas, watching the face of the Casanova, whose gun tossed aside, putting on the mask yet again. Can he blend in and play the game of innocence as the Crooked pulls him away, a pair of cuffs on his wrists. They didn’t see anything, it was too much chaos, a golden boy isn’t made for a cell. He’s shackled to her squadron car, as the woman speeds down towards the wacker checkpoint.
(L O W E R W A C K E R D R I V E)
The Truck weaves in between traffic, the Kovali car far too close for comfort. Just as they speed around the corner, the Mad Scientist begins to wonder just how this plan could fall through. His eyes land on the Shadow, the only one that isn’t one of them... a rat. He reaches for his gun, a sharp curve tossing the doors of the truck open. It doesn’t make sense, why are they slowing down? Flashing red and blue lights all but burn into the Lover’s eyes when a checkpoint appears on the bridge. She barely has time to register what’s going on when the Coward gets a clear shot at the driver. Blood splatters her clothes, a sudden loss of control. They’re going to crash, they’re going to crash. The Shadow, corned and all too familiar with death takes a chance, tackling the Mad Scientist out of the vehicle... In a split second, the Black Widow tries to reach for the steering wheel but it’s too late. The sound of metal-on-metal echoes through the City, the truck hanging on the edge. The Lover’s eyes meet the Cataclysmic, a brief second of time in the balance before the truck goes over, cold water meeting her skin.
( T H E N E W S )
It’s an hour after the events have unfolded, the face of the Messiah splashed across every television screen.
Chicago- with the increasing magnitude of the attacks, our city has declared a state of emergency. Under the agreement of the Governor, we will be imposing Martial Law for the safety of our citizens. A mandatory curfew of 9pm will be held for all, in the efforts of finding the criminals behind this attack. Businesses will be required to comply. We’ve asked for the state to provide us with reinforcements on our streets, patrols will be monitoring the city. If you see or hear any suspicious behavior, call 911. While this may be a drastic step, it is necessary.
♞ Aerials in the sky, lose your mind & free your life ♞
OOC INFORMATION
(BEHIND THE SCENES) The Faction’s shipment has been swept away in the current of the Chicago River, with the Lover and Black Widow barely making it out alive. In direct result, the Zhang’s productions and the Faction’s main money source has been severely hit. The Festival grounds are now under police control, with the first Kovali car and the first Faction car bolting out of the space. The City is now under Martial Law, with the following dictations.
9PM Curfew
S.W.A.T Patrol on the street
Suspension of habeas corpus and civil law, searches may be conducted without a warrant.
Application of Military Law
This concludes our King’s Rage event with grave implications. Remember, all actions have consequences... Please tag all starters with bkevent02.
Good evening Chicago! According to some of our sources at Northwestern, Rafal Kovali has awoken from his unconscious state. The businessman had been induced in a coma following injuries sustained at the Navy Pier Blast. We’re being told that Irena Kovali remains under.
The Mayor is set to make an announcement later this week regarding the attack, we’re being told that the police deparment and the city government are working closely to catch the perpetrators of this viscious crime. We’ll continue to update you as new’s reaches our desk. Stay vigilant.
The King is back in the game... and hell hath no fury like a Kovali scorned. Power shifts, movements are unclear although one thing is obvious: something big is coming.
OOC Details & General Information:
Rafal Kovali will be an admin playable character and strategically employed throughout the plot Characters that wish to have threads are more than welcome to send the main a message with the goal they want that thread to accomplish!
With this addition, we’d like to remind our players of the power structure that is currently in place. While we as muns may know certain details regarding plot, that may not be the case with our muses! We always recommend creating a timeline or known details to keep track of logistics so that gameplay remains smooth.
Another small detail is that hiatuses should be requested through the main, with this form filled out. Other than that, stayed tuned... we’ve got some very fun things planned for this week.
♛chandeliers inside the pyramid tremble from the force♛
Storm clouds gathered overhead, the streets surrounding the Board of Trade were filled with citizens that waited for the mayor to speak. They killed him! Save our kids! Each protestor chanted in unison, a terrible blend of hatred and hurt coming together while they waited. On the few scattered signs was the face of the young boy- the most innocent of lives lost to Chicago’s gang violence. The harsh contrast of desperation mirros that of the police, all units converges on the streets.
(N E A R B Y) Its the echoes of a door busting open that shocked business owners alike... if only there was something to argue against. No, with civil law suspended due to the state of emergency, the patrons of the Jade Lounge and Purgatory watch in horror as members of the police force begin to rifle through offices. Through papers, as though damnation might be around any corner.
The omnious sky seems to darken...
The tension is undeniable in a tumultuous crowd, five minutes to six. Five minutes until the Messiah took the stage...
♞Cymbals crash inside the pyramid voices fill up the hall♞
OOC INFORMATION
Welcome to our season one finale, Sweet Dreams part two! It’s the day of the mayor’s big speech, however, there seem to be other games at play here. With the Faction still reeling from a massive loss, the appearance of the police at their institution is salt in the wound. Perhaps the Kovali had the upper hand... until one of the most powerful members found herself in a state of uncertainty.
With the Board of Trade being a central point between the raided Armour Square and Northside businesses, each character has found themselves less than half a mile from the mayor’s speech. Characters may be assisting with hiding information from the raids, as well as attending the highly publicized event. Tensions are rising and peace is beginning to feel like a fleeting thought...
The sun beat down on the Sigara ports as the faction’s shipment was slowly loaded into the truck. Half a million dollars, detailed in raw materials and stolen goods, in guns that sat disguised as car parts. It was a fortune contained in cardboard boxes.. however, with the fear of a King coming back to life, a sudden switch gave the opportunity for retribution. The Traitor stepped out of the shadows, armed with incendiary details that cursed the very promise of success... how quick news traveled until it reached the crown. You’ll know the signal, it’ll be a distraction.
(BEHIND THE SCENES) It was a hired driver that took the wheel, with the Black Widow and the Lover sitting side by side as they watched the man start the engine. Over the walkie they heard a voice, The Assassin confirming that the group guarding the goods on the inside was ready. Engines spun and the truck began leading the way, with two cars not far behind. It was the Spy and the Casanova at the wheel, Lake Shore Drive leading the stretch towards the festival...
The Kovali were called from the festival, Capos standing behind the King and the Cataclysmic as they looked out into gathered associates.
Today was a day of reckoning... In a few hours, we will receive signal that a vital shipment will be on the move. Each of you will play a part in making sure that doesn’t happen- Strike where it hurts, and strangle the enemy with their own rope.
The text is sent from the Traitor to the Paradox, the Spy’s watchful eyes seeing a spark of rebellion... was this the card that was going to flip? It was the Faction’s plan to distract the Kovali at their own business, little do they know it now means something very different. Drinks are thrown in the Cabaret’s booth- the diversion that signifies the truck is on the move and to get ready.
(BEHIND THE SCENES) Just as the truck entered the festival grounds, two unmarked cars cut it off. Almost immediately, bullets begin to rain down on the vehicles, with masked men making their way. Lead by the Heir and the Sacrificed under the King’s orders, a group of Kovali attack the truck, forcing the other Faction vehicles to get engaged. When an opening appears, the Black Widow urges the driver to take the chance and the truck crashes through booths and down into the streets... however, the Kovali are not far behind.
♞ From the pinnacle to the pit, it’s a long way down ♞
OOC INFORMATION
Welcome to our second drop of King’s Rage! The Kovali had managed to intercept the shipment in the festival ground, with a shootout beginning between Faction and Kovali- in a bold move, the truck manages to blast through stands onto the streets, though it is followed in hot pursuit by a Kovali car. The winding roads of Lower Wacker Drive have become the backdrop of a heated car chase, while Taste of Chicago resembles something of a battleground.
L O C A T I O N S
Taste of Chicago Festival
Faction Car One: The Spy, The Traitor, The Assassin
Faction Car Two: The Gambler, The Casanova, The Illegitimate
Kovali Car One: The Sacrificed, The Prospect, The Consigliere
Kovali Car Two: The Heir, The Weapon, The Contractor, The Infiltrator
The above have engaged in the shoot out, aiming to kill. Those stuck in the firefight include The Performer, The Hot Shot, The Survivor, The Doctor, The Princess, The Faithful, The Forgotten, The Paradox. The Crooked. These listed may have been injured by either the truck, gunfire, or the stampede (This decision can ultimately lie with the mun, may also not be injured at all.)
Lower Wacker Drive Car Chase
Kovali Car: The Cataclysmic, The Coward, The Phoenix
The Truck: The Shadow, The Lover, The Mad Scientist, The Black Widow
