Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24260323-20160423052914

The midday sun hit the buildings of the older parts of the Residential District, basking the neighbourhood with its vermillion glow.

Despite the breach that occurred a few weeks ago, people still went about their business as if nothing had really happened. Crime was at an all-time low, and the Vytal Festival tournament was soon to begin with Hunter students from all Four Kingdoms competing. However, the days after the breach left much worry with Vale’s civil engineers as the Grimm flooded the various tunnels leading to the Kingdom, and into the older parts of Vale’s underground. Rumours of lone Beowolves stalking the sewers, weird noises, and god knows who doing god knows what became increasingly common. With nobody else to turn to, they went to Beacon to ask for help.

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The winding streets of the old Residential District was the everlasting remnant of a much younger Vale where street organization was the least of everyone’s concerns. The old chapel stood surrounded by buildings as it had for many years even as part of its masonry started to fall apart. The old wooden door was left slightly ajar as a light breeze flowed through the cracks of the slowly decaying wood.

A group of three Hunters were summoned to meet one of Dirtnap’s agents so they could assess the condition of the underground tunnels, and report any problems.

Through the door, a few disorganized rows of pews were scattered here and there, clearly evidence of urban explorers, or ne’er-do-wells. Yet at the apse, the cloth upon the altar was pristine.

At the foot of the altar, what appeared to be a young woman in a nun's attire was found kneeling quietly. Her sword was plant in the ground in front of her as the light passed through the stained glass mural of some forgotten Saint from long ago driving their blade into a creature of Grimm.  