EVENT ★ THE USUAL SUSPECTS

[futurologists]

THE BARRIER As promised, Arthur has the means to unlock that first, crucial step to saving the ALASTAIR recruits: unveiling the runes maintaining the barrier. He has sequestered himself in a rented room in the inn down the road from the prison; he’s at a good enough distance to keep his concentration unbroken, but near enough that he can reach the runes in question. The recruits are told to be ready, to wait for his signal before they take action. The signal comes just after the stroke of 5 on the town’s clocks, at what would be dawn in a world of less darkness. There’s a shimmer in the air around the brick building of the jail, like the surface of a bubble. Then suddenly the runes are there: glowing bright green, flaming into existence at various points along and within the barrier. There are at least 30 of them along the outside. They’re etched on walls, scribed into doors, carved into the very ground. These have to be destroyed first to make any progress, in any way the recruits are able to. Once these all have been broken, erased, or scattered (and some of them are cleverly hidden or out of reach -- have you checked the topmost brick in the clock tower of the jailhouse?), the first defense of the barrier has fallen. Then the jailhouse itself can be rushed, but magic is still hampered until every rune is destroyed. From there the runes can be found every few feet in the walls, ceilings, and floors of the jail, and only once each one is broken will the spell be completely lifted, magic and abilities restored to the area, and the inmates considerably easier to break out. The recruits aren’t the only ones that can see those runes, though. The jailers are quick to react, and some spring to the defense of the runes while others rush to sound the alarm, calling even more armed guards to the area. Even city guards start to show up in response to the alarm -- there’s definitely a time limit on this venture. Dispose of the runes, rescue your friends, and be out of the area quickly, or you might just be overrun with armed, angry opposition. THE ESCAPE By the time those in the cells are finally brought out, it’s pandemonium. The guards, jailers and city guards alike, might not have been able to stop ALASTAIR’s recruits from destroying the runes and bringing down the barrier, but they’re determined at least to stop dangerous criminals from escaping into the city. And these criminals were due to be hung, so they’re not looking to take anyone down peacefully. They’ll be going for the killing blows. The best chance will be to rely on numbers and scatter. In ones and twos and threes, people should be taking to shadowy alleys, slipping around corners, even dropping down into the sewers, if they have to. Anything to thin out and disappear. The most capable and destructive fighters are asked to stay as long as they can, giving the bulk of the rest of the escapees time to disappear into that unending night. THE COOLDOWN Those that helped free their friends probably won’t run into too many problems in the following days, unless you run into a guard with a few injuries and a long memory. The ex-prisoners, though, are another story. They were in there long enough that the men and women who guarded them know most of their faces quite well, and since they’re out of prisoners to guard, what else do they have to do but take to the streets and search? Ex-prisoners should play it carefully, then, if they don’t want to end up right back where they started. Guards are more than happy to cause an immediate fracas should they spot anyone that belongs in jail. That’s not to say you shouldn’t go out at all! Just, you know, take a disguise with you. As if anticipating the rising demand for them, all local merchant shops seem to be stocking up on scarves, shawls, and bulky clothing. Isn’t that nice? Most of them don’t really care what anyone did to end up in jail, they just want to share in on those ALASTAIR-paid wages. If spotted, townsfolk have varied opinions of the escapees. Some are mistrustful and bitter, and will immediately alert guards upon realizing who they’re dealing with. Some of them really don’t care. They’re tired of the darkness, tired of the conflicts, they just want to get on with life. One old man in particular seems to inexplicably love all ALASTAIR recruits, the ex-prisoners in particular, and will insist on buying a drink and playing a game of chess with any of them he runs into. The goblins, of course, have pretty good opinions of anyone on the wrong side of the king, and will be your best bet for finding lodging and food. Some of them might even think of you as a hero, or at least a roguishly charming vigilante. Spend your post-breakout time well, and try not to make any more enemies.

Comments

[hellshaped]

[Dipper takes the lead and Hellboy follows, unsnapping the holster on his belt just in case he needs it quickly. Thank God he'd spent the time before jumping out a window to grab his personal possessions from the prison.]

The goblins? I don't think so. Just try not to stare and you should be alright. [Not that he knows Dipper to be that rude -- he trusted Hellboy quickly enough, anyway, and he's a lot scarier-looking than a goblin.]

Though if a lot of us show up on their side of everything, who knows... we might have to camp out in the woods.

[twinpeak]

If there's anything I know better than to stare at, it's a goblin.

[ Or... anything that's a hybrid of one, at least. Come to think of it, was it the gremlin or the goblin half that makes you see nightmares?

There's a subtle pinch in Dipper's expression as he slides up against the side of another building, peering around the corner. Coast coming up clear, he starts up again down a wider street way. ]

And let's just hope we get there early.

[hellshaped]

[That gets Hellboy to smile a little, because yeah. You don't really want to mess with a goblin, generally speaking. Dipper seems to have more experience with stuff than Hellboy gives him credit for, and he makes a mental note to talk about this sort of thing a little more. Once they're not on the run from prison guards, maybe.

Hellboy peers around the corner too, a good several feet above Dipper's head, but still follows him as they turn the corner.]

I don't know, the woods isn't so bad. [He pauses, maybe for comedic effect.] Probably.

[twinpeak]

As long as nothing wants to try eating us.

[ Dipper's own very few attempts at "camping out" were never truly successful, but after his own beat, he cranes his chin over a shoulder and shoots Hellboy a lopsided grin as he walks. ]

But maybe with a big guy like you around, nothing would wanna try, huh?

[hellshaped]

[That is basically the opposite of Hellboy's experience with Things That Live in the Woods -- something is always trying to eat him, to the point where he's just written it off as his own personal brand of supremely bad luck -- but he doesn't want to get Dipper even more worried. This kid seems high-strung as it is.]

Well, if something does try, I have experience punching things like that. We should be okay.

[twinpeak]

You have broken ribs, HB.

[ Dipper scowls pointedly, though he does so while facing back ahead to watch his step. ]

I know it'd be the coolest thing ever to see you punch a monster's face in, but shouldn't we be trying to avoid that right now?

[hellshaped]

[Wow, buzzkill much, Dipper! Though Hellboy doesn't really mind; he smiles a little at the reprimand, though his tone is as deadpan as ever.]

Alright. You're the boss.