Osrona Bank Heist of 1915

[~Aoria-sama~]

The usually quiet city of Osrona is shaken, as loud bells and sirens rattle the surrounding areas of the Osronan Bank.  Onlookers of the city race to the source of the sirens, only to find flames tainted with the occult rising from its highest points.  The building is so enthralled with flame, it prevents anyone from going inside - but there are various sounds of struggle from the inside.

Just when everyone thinks those inside will perish in the fire, the front doors of the bank burst open in a puff of smoke.
A large black boot lands upon the cobblestone of the Shimmering City, blond hair streaked with ash and a pair of deep sea blue eyes shimmering with murderous intent.

Three of his goons at his back, they wear masks to keep themselves unknown to the public - yet Vasilli pyr Docro freely makes his involvement known.


"You lose, again."


As the hooves of the horses pulling their carriage patter away, its said The Owl and Armand ven Astor stumble out amongst the smoke and fire left behind upon the Docro's escape.
They are left alive, but as for the knights that accompanied them inside?

Burnt entirely to ash.

"Burn it all down."

As a result, Osrona is out of hundreds of thousands of dollars.
Effectively, robbed.