IG's "Those Left Behind" Chapter 3
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Scott DeWar
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industrygothica
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Grunk leads the quartet around a corner and stands with his arms crossed by a newly opened door. A narrow stairs leads down to a small landing, where another closed door blocks the way. Grunk gives an almost imperceptible nod to Talashia as she passes him to descend the stairs, but his eyes lock hard on Buurt, as if the more refined half-orc had committed some grievous sin by having taken the time to actually bathe and comb his hair.
As Talashia reaches the landing Grunk reaches up to a string hanging from the ceiling and gives it four distinct tugs. The sorceress hears the faint sound of bell on the other side of the door, one for each tug of the string. As Grunk slams his door closed, the other opens.
Two over-sized humans guard the other side of that door, and both gawk Talashia hungrily as she passes through into a large barroom filled with small tables and excited drunkards. In the far corner is a fighting cage with a thin bed of straw lining the floor. The cage door rattles as the face of a wire-thin human smashes up against it. A burly, barrel-chested behemoth stands close by with fists the size of cooking pots guarding a face that only his mother could love (assuming she wasn't the one that knocked out the tooth).
A young and pretty barmaid wades through the sea overzealous patrons, somehow managing not to spill a drop one from the many mugs atop the drink trays she's carrying. In the opposite corner, sinister eyes watch the goings-on from beneath an expensive looking white-plumed hat.
Nope. I'm guessing you're somewhere up top looking to get your hands on javelin or something.
As Talashia reaches the landing Grunk reaches up to a string hanging from the ceiling and gives it four distinct tugs. The sorceress hears the faint sound of bell on the other side of the door, one for each tug of the string. As Grunk slams his door closed, the other opens.
Two over-sized humans guard the other side of that door, and both gawk Talashia hungrily as she passes through into a large barroom filled with small tables and excited drunkards. In the far corner is a fighting cage with a thin bed of straw lining the floor. The cage door rattles as the face of a wire-thin human smashes up against it. A burly, barrel-chested behemoth stands close by with fists the size of cooking pots guarding a face that only his mother could love (assuming she wasn't the one that knocked out the tooth).
A young and pretty barmaid wades through the sea overzealous patrons, somehow managing not to spill a drop one from the many mugs atop the drink trays she's carrying. In the opposite corner, sinister eyes watch the goings-on from beneath an expensive looking white-plumed hat.
Nope. I'm guessing you're somewhere up top looking to get your hands on javelin or something.
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Friadoc
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A smirk plays across Buurt's face, as his eyes gain a glint to them under Grunk's disdainful glare, but the half-orc scout doesn't avert his gaze, not an inch.
"If you think soap softens my steel, gutter-blow," says Buurt in orc. "You'd be as wrong as all the others I've put in the ground." As the smirk turns flat, Buurt adds, "So look elsewhere."
With that, Buurt turns his attention back to the going ons and continues on with his allies.
"If you think soap softens my steel, gutter-blow," says Buurt in orc. "You'd be as wrong as all the others I've put in the ground." As the smirk turns flat, Buurt adds, "So look elsewhere."
With that, Buurt turns his attention back to the going ons and continues on with his allies.
Scott DeWar
Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
"Ah, see? she knew where to find the action"
Shaimon Hu'u, barbaric human druid
Shai looks around, disturbed by the cage match, but managing not to flinch too much. When he sees the man in the white-plumed hat, he whispers to the others.
"So we should sit down and order something, yes? Look like we're here for the ... um ... that thing over there what's making me queasy? Or maybe we should look for something that looks like it might give way to the sewer?"
Shai looks around, disturbed by the cage match, but managing not to flinch too much. When he sees the man in the white-plumed hat, he whispers to the others.
"So we should sit down and order something, yes? Look like we're here for the ... um ... that thing over there what's making me queasy? Or maybe we should look for something that looks like it might give way to the sewer?"
Scott DeWar
Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
Caerwyn leans over to Shai and says, "I like your last suggestion. Then we order drinks."
Scott DeWar
Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
"hmmm. We should look inconspicuous, right sis? then how about i enter the fights? I might just learn a thing or two while i am fighting about this operation."
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