Mel Grimson Posted January 25, 2011 Share Posted January 25, 2011 12:00 AM, AshfordThe suburb of Ashford had undergone many changes since the long-term development and expansion of the Royal Arcology. Villas and castle-like houses were long gone, the ground-down remnants of the decades past, simply trod underfoot. Furthermore, despite being much closer to London than many areas covered by the expanded city, somehow the economic benefits of being closer passed over the neighborhood. It became a poor place, though not too crime-ridden, so it was quiet enough in recent days.But it was also racially very African, as many of the gentrified folk to obtain a better setup elsewhere in the vastness of London's expanse were white. Racism did still exist in these supposedly 'tolerant' years. If there was anything that seemed to liven the concrete and brick fixtures of urban ghetto, it was religion. For the population, churches, mosques and temples were the community centers and often it seemed, the refuges of the local population.Tough luck for them... Bloodmoney thought as he creeped through the shadows and on top of high apartment buildings in the direction of his intended target, a store selling items for the practice of Vodou beliefs on- interestingly enough- Church Road. Although to be fair, he didn't intend to do anything to the place other than get inside. It was what was underneath the building that drew him here.Prior to his untimely death, the leading priest of the local temple and owner of the store was Obediah Njeko. An elderly, beloved houngan by all accounts. Except those sources that Bloodmoney possessed, sparse as they were about the man and his magical practice, which had established him without a doubt as the super-villain Saturday's Son. A genuine practitioner of Hoodoo, the old man was dead... but his hidden lair remained unknown and untouched under the store. A good source of more magical texts and possible artifacts for the taking.Bloodmoney had chosen this time since most would be asleep, though a swift response would still be occurring if he screwed up. Fortunately, he had just made it. With enhanced muscles pumping, he jumped the gap from a taller apartment building onto the shop roof, and crouched down. Reasserting caution, he crawled down to the edge of the back side of the shop and glanced down into the alleyway.Perfect. A window was part-way open, which made sense when you considered the cost of proper ventilation. One needs air, and the semi-sacred status of the building discouraged local thieves. That and whatever defenses Saturday's Son got down their besides mindless goons he made of people.Unfortunately, the window was open enough for Bloodmoney to contort his way in, following his climbing down the masonry to the ground. Once he was in, he took a few moments to settle down and check the surroundings.Click to reveal.. Taking 10 on a Notice check, for a total of: 10+12= 22. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
This topic is now archived and is closed to further replies.