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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Wulf Ratbane" data-source="post: 2945782" data-attributes="member: 94">BILL post...For Bill’s eyes only…If you’re not Bill, and you’d prefer not to know what Bill’s up to, don’t read the spoiler-separated text.It’s ok if you want to read it, of course.Rodrigo, feel free to enter your posts in spoiler text.[sblock]At the first sign of trouble, Bill quickly hid himself among the fleeing kitchen slaves and followed the mob out of the Grand Hall. Manarast grabbed him by the elbow, but Bill changed his mind and spun back towards the window in the door. “I need to see what happens…”“Your friends will have to fend for themselves,” Manarast replied.“No, not them,” said Bill, peeking his eyes over the window in the door. “Ress’saar’s plot. That Vert’ guy must be in on it. Preacher had that much right.”Bill flinched and ducked as a press of bodies staggered against the door. Bill propped his boot heel to hold it until the melee passed. He could hear Gru’tur and Teddy both, bellowing to raise Cain, their battle-cries outdone only by the sounds of their victims.Bill chanced another peek through the window. Red-armored guards from the Hematite Authority had filed into the hall and were firing indiscriminately into the crowd with their suppression rifles. Vert’jaal was standing atop his table, calmly directing the Hematite bru while his own bodyguards kept the melee away from him. He grabbed a green-lensed weapon from an officer and let loose on the crowd. A pulsing, miasmic wave of green energy rolled over the crowd, who began falling to fits of nausea.“God, I hate those vomit guns…” Bill said.“Well, if you don’t get out of here, prepare to get reacquainted with them,” said Manarast.Bill grudgingly admitted that Manarast was right. “Where can I go?”“We’ll take ‘im,” said a sniveling ratman who had been lurking nearby, completely unnoticed by Bill. He handed Bill a white slave’s robe. “Turvin?” said Manarast.The ratman's nose wrinkled with displeasure. “Nah, Ikki.”“I’d rather he were with the Mendicants… but it’ll have to do for now. I’ll send someone after as soon as possible.”“Follow me,” said the ratman.Bill pulled the slave’s outfit over his head and let it fall to the floor. The ratman scurried off towards the stove, which two other ratmen had pushed away from the wall to reveal a cramped tunnel. The ratman ducked in and disappeared, moving as easily on all fours as it did on two legs. Bill paused to grab a brace of knives from a butcher block, slipped one into each boot, and ducked into the steamy tunnel. Behind him, the light disappeared as the stove was moved back into place.“Ow! Goddammit!” Bill protested, as he smacked his head against a protrusion on the ceiling of tunnel.“Quickie-quickie, hairless one,” said the ratman, and his distant titter echoed back to Bill twentyfold. Either the tunnel was deeper and wider than it seemed, or there were many more ratmen down there than Bill cared to contemplate. Bill swallowed hard and followed the two red eyes that glittered and flitted ahead of him.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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