Tokiwong
First Post
The Splash Image depicts the heroes of the Guardians, mystical heroes protecting the soul and life of Freedom City from the horrors and dangers of the supernatural world! The next image depicts a cozy fireplace with two figures. The first is a lean man with a thin build and angular face, though handsome and very austere. A splash of white across the front of his hair contrasts with his short cropped dark hair. A dark robe drapes about his frame, and a floating tray with a single wine glass hangs delicates in the air. This is the man many in the know would recognize as Eldrich.
Across from him is a lithe, tall dark skinned woman that smells of the sea. She has long green hair, and her eyes are like translucent pearls. She wears a brief bikini-style outfit with a blue-green motif, the heroine known as Siren.
Eldrich takes a sip of wine, “So it isn’t often that you grace me with your presence, Cassandra.”
“It isn’t often I have a reason Adrian,” Siren replies.
“Well by all means, please explain what it is that I can do for you,” Eldrich quips, “my time like yours is fairly precious.”
“I know, all too well,” Siren replies with a half-hearted smile, “I need your assistance dealing with a new threat hitting the streets in the Southside. My sources,” she clucks the word slowly, “have caught word about a new drug called 'dyne' that seems to be spreading like wildfire.”
“Drugs?” Eldrich questions, “this sounds like something you should be taking up with Foresight. I don’t deal with petty drug dealers.”
“I know, but I suspect Baron Samedi being involved,” Siren replies, “along with other mystical forces at work. I would deal with him, but… the Freedom League needs me, and I am spread too thin as it is, maybe if you could handle this?”
“I would Cassandra, but I must refuse, my time is precious too, the alignment is coming and I must be prepared to face any minion of the Black Hand if they so choose to arise. But I know others that can help you, do not worry, it will be handled,” Eldrich replies smoothly.
“Thank you old friend,” Siren responds.
“Do not thank me yet,” he stands with an ease grace of his many years, “but it will be handled, Cassandra, and if the Baron is behind this new drug outbreak then he will learn the error of his wicked ways.”
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Next set of panels depict an abandoned warehouse, with several thugs in skull masks standing around chatting amongst themselves. The men are brutes for the most part, street toughs posturing amidst crates. A tall man of Haitian descent sits on a crate cradling a skull in his nimble fingers. He wears black top hat with a chicken feather sticking from it, and his face has a skull motif painted upon it. He wears tuxedo with no shirt, and tattered pants with no shoes. The villain that is Baron Samedi cackles at his own success.
One of the thugs smirks, “Boss, this new dyne is great stuff, been selling like crazy. The boys are making a killing out there!”
Baron Samedi grins, “Indeed we are making a killing,” he sneers the shadows hugging to his sinister form. He hops off the crate, “but we have much more work to do, but I would not worry about any super heroic opposition, I have made arrangements to handle any meddlers, ma cheri.”
“Arrangements boss?” the thug questions.
“Of course,” the Baron replies in his Cajun accent, “cheri, when the new moon rises, then the true potential of dyne will be reached.”
“Really boss, that is like four days from now?” the thug questions, “what you got cooking boss?”
“I know,” Baron Samedi clucks, “and I will keep that little secret to myself, now help yourself to some dyne boys you have all earned it,” the Baron grins devilishly.
Across from him is a lithe, tall dark skinned woman that smells of the sea. She has long green hair, and her eyes are like translucent pearls. She wears a brief bikini-style outfit with a blue-green motif, the heroine known as Siren.
Eldrich takes a sip of wine, “So it isn’t often that you grace me with your presence, Cassandra.”
“It isn’t often I have a reason Adrian,” Siren replies.
“Well by all means, please explain what it is that I can do for you,” Eldrich quips, “my time like yours is fairly precious.”
“I know, all too well,” Siren replies with a half-hearted smile, “I need your assistance dealing with a new threat hitting the streets in the Southside. My sources,” she clucks the word slowly, “have caught word about a new drug called 'dyne' that seems to be spreading like wildfire.”
“Drugs?” Eldrich questions, “this sounds like something you should be taking up with Foresight. I don’t deal with petty drug dealers.”
“I know, but I suspect Baron Samedi being involved,” Siren replies, “along with other mystical forces at work. I would deal with him, but… the Freedom League needs me, and I am spread too thin as it is, maybe if you could handle this?”
“I would Cassandra, but I must refuse, my time is precious too, the alignment is coming and I must be prepared to face any minion of the Black Hand if they so choose to arise. But I know others that can help you, do not worry, it will be handled,” Eldrich replies smoothly.
“Thank you old friend,” Siren responds.
“Do not thank me yet,” he stands with an ease grace of his many years, “but it will be handled, Cassandra, and if the Baron is behind this new drug outbreak then he will learn the error of his wicked ways.”
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Next set of panels depict an abandoned warehouse, with several thugs in skull masks standing around chatting amongst themselves. The men are brutes for the most part, street toughs posturing amidst crates. A tall man of Haitian descent sits on a crate cradling a skull in his nimble fingers. He wears black top hat with a chicken feather sticking from it, and his face has a skull motif painted upon it. He wears tuxedo with no shirt, and tattered pants with no shoes. The villain that is Baron Samedi cackles at his own success.
One of the thugs smirks, “Boss, this new dyne is great stuff, been selling like crazy. The boys are making a killing out there!”
Baron Samedi grins, “Indeed we are making a killing,” he sneers the shadows hugging to his sinister form. He hops off the crate, “but we have much more work to do, but I would not worry about any super heroic opposition, I have made arrangements to handle any meddlers, ma cheri.”
“Arrangements boss?” the thug questions.
“Of course,” the Baron replies in his Cajun accent, “cheri, when the new moon rises, then the true potential of dyne will be reached.”
“Really boss, that is like four days from now?” the thug questions, “what you got cooking boss?”
“I know,” Baron Samedi clucks, “and I will keep that little secret to myself, now help yourself to some dyne boys you have all earned it,” the Baron grins devilishly.
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