The night had finally fallen, cheer and festivity was in the air as the event goers enjoyed drinks, games, and company. That was all cut short as the patrons heard a deep and mighty roar. "Charge!" a masked man called, towering on top of the nearby hills. The loud patter of marching boots became apparent to each attendee as their eyes flicked about, desperately trying to locate the source of such a terrifying sound. The man rose his polearm in a mighty fist as he lead a group outfitted in ominous and eerie wolf masks. The hounds, armed to the teeth, marched down the hill as the patrons began screaming, alerting each and every attendee of their presence as the majority rushed for the gate leading back into the slums. "My quarrel is with Jochund, the rest are free to leave," the man announced with a mighty voice, raising his hands as if gesturing for peace. The event goers remained hesitant, even baring arms against The Hounds. After a show of force, the patrons agreed to back away, and thus they did, slipping into the forest and back through the gates into the slums. A certain Jochund Gottieu had narrowly avoided capture, slipping through the crowd and back into the slum streets. It wasn't very long before Jochund was found hidden in a nearby abandoned home; an act of desperation that was entirely understandable. The Hounds, aided by Raven Cross had eventually warded off those who had decided to linger. The self proclaimed Beggar King had been captured, along with a close guard that had valiantly fought to defend his leader.
Alas, the Telikos Beggars had been restrained and apprehended,and taken into the Rat Court to be placed under a pseudo trial. Just as the man was being dealt charge after charge, a glimmer of hope had arrived. Homemade fire bombs had flew into the court, forcing the trial to come to a staggering halt as warriors fled away from each glass of whiskey that had erupted from each bottle. Molotov cocktails came crashing down, one after the other as it partially set the court's ground alight. "Execute this man for conspiring against Die Jagdhunde, and breaking the Wolfsrecht!". A large masked man had offered a poleaxe to none other than Edward Jarsdel. The Jarsdel had been filled with glee as a twisted grin flashed across his features. Jochund was being held down by a Hound as Edward rose the large polearm, staring down at the defenseless man. With a brazen-filled grin stretching from cheek to cheek, Jochund gazed up at the man, uttering his final words: "F*ck you, bowl-cut boy".
As the execution had been taking place, warriors from both Raven Cross and Die Jagdhunde put up a defensive wall against those making an attempt to siege the large building from the front. Such an unexpected attack was lead by none other than Sloan Perrot, having obviously stockpiled on homemade fire bombs before making their way over to try and put up one last offensive against the two groups residing within. Eventually, the fire had overwhelmed those in the building, being forced to push out towards the crowd, firing their own alchemical concoctions and weapons of the sort. Lone arrows flew between each side, however Raven Cross had luckily escaped using a back route as the Hounds continued forward. They were eventually pinned down, however not all hope had been lost. The soldiers outfitted with hound masks had scuttled along side the building, making their way around it's entirety to eventually escape into the tunnel system beneath the slums.
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Jochund Gottieu- The self proclaimed Beggar King- has come to pass.
There would also likely be many rumors of the events that had taken place that night.
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