THE VIENDA RIOT OF 2718
It was the circus’ opening performance.
If anything could be said about today, it was that the temperatures were not at all conducive to having a crowd of people from various walks of life crammed into a tent. It was a breeze-less, humid Yaris day, and even with the aid of hand fans and in some cases magical encouragement, it was hot. As people walked around the pre-show entertainment, the circus troupe themselves worked in the backstage area nervously preparing themselves. Taegan was dressed in a garish almost mockery of Baldur’s ringmaster outfit, standing beside the huge blackback, quietly speaking to her in hushed tones and feeding her tidbits of something delicious and meaty. His blue eyes were accented by stage make up, and his blonde hair was perfectly coiffed. Not that far away from the chrove tamer, Dorian stretched carefully, his own outfit little more than a pair of breeches and a lot of shimmery paint. The sword swallowing, fire breathing contortionist made movements that seemed beyond humanoid comprehension, all the while bantering gently with Taegan.
“Not long now, not long now. Everyone remember their cues? Winslow, put out that clocking cigarette.” The old clown narrowed his eyes for a moment at Baldur, before grunting and dropping the rolled tobacco in the dirt to stump it out with one toe. From the band, who had set themselves up slightly offstage where they could still see the action, Kellie-Mae giggled and shook her head at the man. He winked at her, dressed in oversized pants held up with brightly mismatched suspenders and huge oversized shoes. His grey hair stuck out wildly at the sides and top, and his old leathery face was painted white with a big red smile and shiny red nose.
“Here now, come closer, all of you.” Baldur said with a smile, gesturing at his group to move closer with wide arms. As they drew in, he would bow his head, eyes closed and hands clasped around his tophat. As they stood together backstage, heads bowed, the balding stout man recited a quiet prayer to Alioe. Taking a deep breath, he smiled at the crew he called family.
“Right. Time to let them in.” He said to those who managed the ropes and pulleys that opened the main entrance. The band began a soft tune, drawing the attention of the audience enjoying themselves in the pre-show entertainment. Heads turned, and feet moved, the guests following the dim lights leading them inside to their seats.
The show was about to begin.
This riot mostly takes place in the Dives and outside of the walls of Vienda proper, but it does spill over in some places into Uptown and most of the capitol city. What begins as a tribal dispute soon explodes into a huge wave of looting, violence, and expression of discontent against galdori oppression from all of the lower races (and probably even a few galdori, too). This is an opportunity that many folks take advantage of, including the Resistance.
The Riot will last from Yaris 25th-30th. It will eventually overwhelm the Seventen and the King and Queen agree to call in the Anaxas Armed Forces (the AAF). Quickly and efficiently, mostly through the use of magic (something that perhaps the Seventen were hesitant to overuse), the rioters are squashed, the prison becomes overflowing with arrested participants, and on the 33rd of Yaris, several people are hung in public view.
As players, please feel free to write your own separate threads participating in the Riot. If you'd like moderator threads, feel free to ask. Title all of your participating threads with [Riot 2718] before your title, and if you wish to use the tagging system, please make sure to add the tag Riot 2718.
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