Board Thread:Other Roleplay/@comment-108.193.28.68-20150625203604/@comment-108.193.29.116-20150627030044


 * A lone man walks along a street within the mask kingdom. He's not an ordinary man, however... it's a steel-man, one from the Empire of Steel. Of course, given his foreign origin and lack of contact between the EOS and MK, he would not be recognizable as such, and as such could not be traced back to his homeland. His mission is a simple one, mostly involving the temple down the road.

The Karthists had been a matter of distaste for ruler and citizens alike of the Empire of Steel. What they did was... wrong... there wasn't much else to describe their beliefs. Unatural? Hardly an issue to most nowadays... but it was the sheer... wrongness of it... hopefully one day it would end. Sadly, the cultists had taken more and more power over the years, according to intelligence. Of course, there was more than enough desire to set them back as much as possible without igniting the flames of war.

The man's gray coat is unyielding, yet there is danger in his eyes... danger and determination. He could not risk being caught and killed... he will not have his body dishonored as the cultists are known to do... so he would have to ensure that he would leave no body behind while still doing the damage. He knows what must be done, and he is willing. Sometimes sacrifice is required... and for what he--among many others--would regard as a good cause, could be considered an honorable death.

He comes to the foot of the stairs of the temple... gazing up at it... an imposing monument to the filthy rituals performed within... and then he rushes up the stairs. Guards are already moving to intercept him... but no, they are too late. He pulls out a small grenade--a smaller blast to set off the rest--and pulls the pin. Soon an explosion rocks the front of the building, leaving a significant amount of damage to the structure. Smoke billows up into the sky above... Bits of ash lay scattered about.*