Last night a hooded man burned down a police station, the smoke toxic. 12 of Gothic's Finest died, thousands of taxpayers' dollars burned to a charred pile. Any paper records too. The unnerving part is the simplicity of the attack. No supervillain scheme, no spy gear infiltration. This guy just walked right up, chucked a Molotov through the window, and split. He's the kind of man we need to take care of. Evil comes in all forms, and more often than not those forms are average men and women on the outside. But our 'heroes' are too preoccupied with the evil that comes in more powerful vessels, and our police are seemingly nonexistent. Half of them getting lit on fire probably doesn't help.
So it's time we take matters into our own hands. We're the Crimson Blades, and we're just as normal as the freaks we kill. Junkyard's young, but damn does he have a temper. The kid's got a whole pack full of blunt objects to smash you with. Looks to me like he raided a sports store. Then there's Marty. I dunno what his deal is. Just some old dude who showed up with a flyer and a fancy sword, but he looks capable enough. That sword is pretty swanky too. Getting some weird-ass treasure hunter vibes form this guy. Ajax lost his arms, got them replaced with robot ones. This pretty much makes him our heavy hitter. Physically? He may very well be the most capable here. Well, except for maybe Skub. Skub is an Ork or somethin' that got teleported here. Big green dude who likes to chop things and shoot things, preferably as much as possible in as little time as possible. Not too smart, but he's subservient and good in a scrap. Valuable asset to say the least. We've got a kid who calls himself The Wannabe. He's humble, I guess. Says he's pretty lucky, too. We'll see what he brings to the table. Speaking of which, we've got a cosplayer. Yup, she dresses up like something out of a Diablo game and shoots people with crossbows. I don't think the getup is necessary, but how else is she gonna fit into a team of costumes bozos like ourselves? 'Cept not all of us wear costumes. No, we got Thomas Reiss, Pizza Guy elite. He runs fast. Not, McStorm fast, mind you. Just good at running. And, last but not least, we've got Maurice. Suit and tie kinda guy. Doesn't look like he bring's a whole lot to the table, but he's the only one of us who had the sense to bring a gun to the fight, it looks like. Except maybe Skub. He keeps talkin' about a 'Shoota,' whatever that is. And then, of coarse, there's me. The handsome leader, and also team medic. The Dark Vengeance type. Only I don't plan to get killed by another Dark Vengeance type. Twice.
So there's our little team of relatively normal people (and Skub) who are trying to make Gothic a safer place by putting on masks and stabbing people. What could go wrong?
"So, any info on the arsonist?" It was a question everyone in the room asked in one form or another. Crimson had just returned from what remained of the police station, hoping to get answers from the survivors of the attack and the ruins it left behind. "Nah. All they saw was a guy in a hoodie haul ass in a Pontiac out from under a busted street light. Couldn't see the guy's face, get the model of the car, and all they were able to figure out from the light is that is was sabotage. Detectives my ass." The situation was frustrating, but exciting. With the police out of the question on this one, the arsonist had the potential to be the Crimson Blades' first big gig. Sure, they'd stopped a few muggings, interrupted some weaksauce liquor store stickups, but this guy just torched a cop shop. "Well, despite the infinite helpfulness of the police, we're not going to be able to track this guy down. We gotta wait for him to come to us. We've gotta get to where he's gonna strike next. Questions? Comments? Suggestions? Anyone?" Yeah, don't be fooled by the lighthearted tone. Shit's about to get real ugly tonight. "My bet's another cop shop. You got any ideas, say 'em. If not, we're doing police stations." You could compare us to the neighborhood watch, sure. You could also compare a common mugger to Ultraviolence. Think of us as the neighborhood watch on Bath Salts. Raving lunatics murdering a path to a better world.
"Let's go find us an arsonist."