THE PUNISHMENT
CHAPTER 1
SOMETHING OF INTEREST
WORLD Eulaphis Rhudafhina
COUNTRY Rufhina
TOWN Rufhania
SECTOR Petricox
Petricox was a unusual place. It was a Sector of the Town of Rufhania. Rufhania grew up
on the border of mineral, resource, rich area. The ownership of which was the victors
of the latest war. Constant wars and conflicts from many countries resulted in a
neutrel town, in the neutrel country of Rufhina.
Everything could be bought in Rufhania. Weapons, armour, war items, supplies,
entertainment. It was what could be described a 'war economy'.
But it was never ugly. Rufhina having swore off the contested land. It got enough from
the trade of those who wanted it.
As a consequence of the itinerate and nomadic nature of those who profit from war, it
never gained much of a permenant population. So little to no hive or folk knowledge
passed down.
Which was a shame. Because there was Petricox.
A mystery.
A terrifying, abandoned, mystery.
Petricox was a abandoned sector that once housed independants.
Two of which had been a group of alchemists, wizards, scientists, etc. The Carabex.
And Rojaven Rey, the Puppeteer.
Known to locals as the fearsome ones.
There were rumours of the many experiments they had conducted, together and apart.
And the amazing puppet shows.
That and a rather more dangerous , smaller group, called the Zastabrand. Weapon
focused wizards, etc. They, among others, were suggested reasons why the area was so
unusual. And scary.
For the quake and storm prone area was home to many many many abandoned or
seemingly abandoned buildings. That ate people.
The area was largely unpoliced and patroled. Too scary and dangerous.
Criminals on the run would go there, knowing the authorities would'nt follow. At least
not as quick.
They needed a full assault package to venture in. Like you'd take into a warzone.
And those who ran there, mostly never came back.
This did not concern the authorities. They were gone, that's all that mattered. They
constantly checked for signs of some being/s making a undead army, or a legion, etc.
Those who came back did concern them.
They came back terrified, contrite and forcefully begged to be arrested.
'They're coming!' they said, in hushed tones, as if they thought that 'they' could hear
them. And could'nt make too much noise. Like they were hiding.
They had the look of shellshocked troops trying to navigate a corridor of screaming
death. Which happened more than usual in that area.
'He can see us! The Nightmare!' He knows!
He's following me/us!
'She's waiting to greet me/us!'
He's waiting for me/us!'
And the shaking, oh so sorry, criminal, would beg to taken to the Sescribeban ASAP.
The Sescribeban(Search Destroy Uphold) were the Militery Police of the area. Once calmed down, the terrified suspect would start singing happy songs.
Which was a good change relatively. But was fucking creepy.
A terrified suspect sat in a cell on lots of medication, singing songs about bunnies and
flowers.
The newer, and younger, Sescribe would be mostly freaked out. But the older, longer,
there, Secribe, would remember happy times long ago, at a puppet show.
All they had in common was their crimes were relatively minor.
Eventually, because of other things, they decided to investigate Petricox.
The next time they got a runner. Maybe follow and track them.
The Sescribe were simultainiously creeped out and curious.
They all resolved to take full blown assault gear, for travelling in the warzone.
They knew they would need it.