[Iron Kingdoms] The Age of Rust.

[DJ_Colossus]

"Feh, I knew it!"

Kneecap will run up and position himself in front of the boy in an attempt to trip him.

OOC: BAB +1 (melee)

 

[linnorm]

Eyvind

Eyvind


*Eyvind curses in Khadoran and moves to cover the other's backs, watching for any attacks from the court.*

 

[darkbard]

gavyn dundrake

rubbing his bloodied jaw with his left hand as the twirling stars and pretty bright lights fade and the world once again comes into focus, gavyn grunts, "mrrwwnn, that smarts!" he spits a mouthful of blood and broken shards of teeth into the fetid ground water. "hold off! hold off, i say! he's just a lad ... scared and confused and at least half-deranged i daresay. probably frightened the living ghost from him.... here, you lad, come back. see, nobody's going to hurt you. just want a few words, 's all."

 

[Dirigible]

Kneecap:

Curse your stubby gobber legs! Kneecap doesn't have much of a hope of catching up with the boy as he sprints down the corridor. However, with your darkvision you see him skid to a halt and wriggle his emaciated frame into a narrow pipe.

The Others

The big man has taken advantage of your distraction to dart through a low doorway into the larage hovel behind him, leaving the regal sign creaking on it's rusty pegs. Most of the other people who are mobile have crawled away from you, and the sounds of fearful weeping rise like a melancholy chorus.

 

[DJ_Colossus]

kneecap

"Bollocks!, the little turnip got away... I don't suppose I could fit into one of these pipes here... No... "

Kneecap turns around to face the others.

" I have a bad feeling that he's off to notify this Nekira person that we're here."

 

[Dirigible]

All:

With the aggressive little sewer urchin fled, the stead dripdripdrip of the dank cavern returns to predominance. Most of the Ragpickers seem to have crawled into shelter of hiding places to avoid you, and all is quiet at still.

 

[linnorm]

Eyvind

Eyvind

A scowl creases Eyvind's face, "Goot, she caan hafn der budt reedy foor oss soo vee caan leef sooner. Vee go see dees "konig"... "keeng", und feend oot vaat he noos."

*Eyvind approaches the door, ducking under the sign, and peers inside.*

 

[DJ_Colossus]

Kneecap stays wary, keeping a close eye on his surroundings.

"Yes, I suppose you could look at it that way, Eyvind. The sooner we conk her on the head and take the phial, the sooner we can get out of this stench-hole."

Kneecap follows close behind the ranger, sling in hand, looking about.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

"Aye, a sound idea, I wish to see more of." Tyra says with a smirking smile. "Be away, done an paid. I'd be after a bath,and work at the bench on Lady Thorn's sister." she says patting down her pistol with a smile.

 

[Dirigible]

Eyvind & Kneecap

The scout barges his way through the low door grunting and squinting into the gloom of the hovel. The smell of sweat and urine clogs the nostrils, and dim, tallow-and-filth candles splutter. Wooden benches, made of split logs form crude rows next to crates and planks that serve as tables.

The big man is crouched in the corner of the room, too low for anyone to stand straight, a flagon in one hand, an iron prybar in the other and a bottle of some viscious looking grog on the floor at his feet. A spasm of fear crosses his face as you peer in.

In a shaky, rasping voice he whimpers, "By Ascended Rowan's bowl... ye be here to despite us all, thee and thy devilspawn?

Dark, Tyra & Gavyn

As the tall and the short of it swagger off into the large building, the mist oozing up form the sewage seems to swirl up higher, as if a hundred tiny whirlwinds are circling around you. All seems still and quiet, the sounds of diseased community muffled by fear.

After a moment, dozens of pairs of tiny green eyes start to gleam in the mist, peering at you from ground level, from the rooves, from windowsills, from barrel tops, from beams and buckets...