Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140512031528/@comment-4681758-20140512033258

Ciarán was standing on a rooftop in downtown Vale, reading over his Scroll with the details of the man he was chasing. Stjarnstill, the psychopath who thought himself to be a god. Everything about what the Brotherhood's intel however, suggested he was just another mentally deranged criminal, albeit a powerful one.

''Surprised how the VPD was able to keep this many deaths on-duty quiet... You'd think somebody would start to notice all the dead cops.''

''This guy is just... A menace on the city. He shows no regard for the laws of man, and thinks himself above any higher punishment. Well, then Stjarnstill, Ciarán thought as he descended the side of the building to the alley where he parked the Pale Horse, Let's see if you're afraid of the dark.''

As he sat on the motorcycle in darkness, his Scroll intercepted a police dispatch for a criminal matching Stjarnstill's description, and he set off to do his duty.