NOW LIVE! Today's the day you meet your new best friend. You don’t have to leave Wolfy behind... In 'Pets & Sidekicks' your companions level up with you!

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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dirigible" data-source="post: 1299265" data-attributes="member: 12631">All:Low and vaguely dome-like, the broad chamber ahead of you stretches into candle- and stench gas-lit darkness, the gas fires casting a dim, blue-grey light. Here and there, lengths of rusty iron or stained brass chain hang from the ceiling, supporting rooves or fitted with swinging, unlit metal censers of some kind. Dozens of filthy hovels and rude shelters cluster together, the stink and texture of the air indicating that folks don't go far to visit the latrines. Some of the buildings are loose, crumbling hovels made of piled rock, others are empty wooden crates stolen from the docks above that now house scrabbling families, others are reeking tents built on top of rag heaps.The people are, universally, repellant. A man in front of you, clutching a tin bucket full of rancid scraps staggers past, his nose eaten away by syphillis sores and gives you a fearful look. A filth encrusted old codger with scarred sockets where his eyes should be reaches out and paws at the Kossite's boots- "Please, master... where is my family! I can't find them!" An old woman, hunched over and hacking with a tubercular cough is missing one of her legs. More, mostly clad in muddy rag and patches, all fearful and beaten down shamble through the shadowy eaves of the buildings.The awful reek is overpowering, make eyes water and throats gag. The press of human bodies, toxic run offs from the factories and used water combine to assault your senses. Rotten flesh and food, rubbish and efluvia swirl around your ankles, tainting the leather and crusting the cloth. Bloated blackflies swarm you, their furry bodies rich with maggots looking to colonize your bodies, scuttling over your skin and eyes.A big, burly man, perhaps the healthiest looking one in sight (though that is hardly a difficult feat) stands near the door to a large stone hovel, under a sign depicting a stylised figure on a golden throne with hands raised in regal benediction to the figures kneeling before him. The man is drumming a slow beat on a keg top with his palm.A scrawny boy stands not too far off, watching you with wide, dull eyes. He's wrapped in dirty woollen scarves and is holding something under a fold of his clothing.A big, scungy rat crawls over Dark's boots.</blockquote>

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