Metropolis - The Weight of the World (and Found Wanting)

Bront · Sep 10, 2006

Jen smiles meekly, "I'd like to, but what if they kill him? Either way, we need to find it first."

"Come on, let's see what we can get out of here for you quickly so we can keep looking."

Tonks · Sep 10, 2006

As Sebek's strength filled his limbs, Azot's emerald eyes glowed bright for a moment as he spat a wad of blood through his cracked lips. The heavy bone club suddenly seemed to weigh little more than a child's toy in his hands and as the two wildlings tried to maneuver themselves to harry him between them, Azot whipped the club low hoping to shatter the knee of the one on his left.

Phoenix · Sep 10, 2006

[sblock=Combat - Round Three]Initiative:
Killi-kelli-hek - 10 (1x 12pts damage)
Azot - 5 (18pts damage)

Combat Rolls:
Kill-kelli-hek attack roll (Azot AC 16) +20/+18 - Hit/Hit
Kill-kelli-hek damage rolls - 4pts/4pts
Azot attack roll (AC 12) +22 - Hit
Azot damage roll - 6pts[/sblock]

With newfound strength Azot rose up amidst the pounding of fists and towered over his assailants. With one powerful stroke his club slammed into the face of one of the insane dwarves, causing a horrible crunching noise and making blood spray from the creature's mouth. The blow staggered the dwarf, his legs buckled for a moment, but the two continued their assault.

Tonks · Sep 10, 2006

As bone and blood flew from the shattered jaw of the wildling, Azot snarled and brought his club up once more. He could feel the pain from the wounds disappearing as the Sebek's strength filled him to the core of his being. Even with the battle frenzy threatening to overtake him as it had with those he faced, Azot knew that if he was to stop those seeking to get away he had to end this battle quickly.

Taking a slight step to the side, he kept the wounded one in front of him and lashed out quickly, hoping the wildling's body would fall even if the crazed dwarf couldn't feel the pain.

Fenris · Sep 10, 2006

Phoenix said:
Alexi launched himself from his mount and darted across the uneven ground to Whale's rescue. The large knight struggled to get to his feet as the huge creature bore down not only on him now, but Alexi as well.

There was another scorching smell from the creature as Boar called his words of magic forth, and the sound of Dragon's horse nearby meant that his sword was still licking at the creature's strange hide. Alexi could tell that the monster wasn't slowing though, and the knights seemed to be doing little to hurt it.

Alexi helped Whale get out of reach of the creature, whistling for Mikla. He shouts over to Dragon "You seen one of these? Can it run? I think dealing with this thing later may be the best strategy" he shouts as he climbs back upon Mikla.

Phoenix · Sep 11, 2006

GlassEye said:
At the yeowl Ymris stops, a broad smile stretching across her face. Quickly kneeling she pets the cat, scratching him behind his ears. " 'Bout time you showed up, you raggedy bag of fur, you. There are some strange goings-on occurring and I could use some of your wisdom..." She trails off, gives Thom one last scratch, and stands looking down the Hall of Heraldry.

Soon she stands just outside of door of Chancellor Regis Zimmerman Esq. This must be it. Taking a deep breath she reaches out, swings open the door, and strides into the room.

[sblock]Unless it's locked and then she'll just feel silly a moment before soundly knocking on the door.[/sblock]

The heavy oak door swung open with a small amount of effort, allowing Ymris to stride into the chamber of the Chancellor. The room was decorated with dozens of trinkets, trophies, decorations, tomes, awards and intricate candlesticks which held softly burning candles.

Behind a large solid-looking desk, resting in a high-backed chair, was a younger looking gentleman dressed in an elegant suit and sporting a neatly trimmed moustache and beard. As Ymris strode in he cut himself off in mid argument to look at the intruder, his face contorting in what could only be anger for being interrupted.

Standing before a large glass door that led to a balcony, as well as the storm, a second person had his back to Ymris, as well as the Chancellor. The figure was dressed only in a long flowing purple robe that dragged to the floor and pooled upon the carpet as if it were several sizes to big for the wearer.

“Who in the hell are…”

Chancellor Zimmerman stopped himself in mid sentence, staring at Ymris in amazement. For a moment the words that he tried to force out got lodged in his throat, and in the end he had to almost cough them out.

“Ymris? You’re Ymris aren’t you?”

Behind her Thom began to yeowl once more, but this wasn’t the affectionate kitten coming out in him again. There was a savage tone to the old moggy, and without looking Ymris knew that he wouldn’t enter the room. He was scared.

GlassEye · Sep 11, 2006

As Ymris boldly walks into the chambers of Chancellor Zimmerman, Thom's yeowl sends a frisson of fear spiking down her back like lightning. She hesitates not having ever heard Thom express such intense emotion and more than a little taken aback by the Chancellor calling her by name. Nothing for it but to brazen it out now.

She tries to send Thom soothing feelings through their link then takes several more steps into the room stopping in front of the Chancellor's desk. She bows. "Yes, Chancellor, I am Ymris. Please accept my apologies for the interuption." Her eyes flick to the robed figure and back again to the Chancellor. With the odd events and portents that she has been experiencing lately Ymris begins to feel an irrational dread of the figure turning from the window and revealing his identity. Continuing, however, she says, "I was directed to deliver this case to one called Devries whom I was informed would be here this evening."

Phoenix · Sep 11, 2006

GlassEye said:
As Ymris boldly walks into the chambers of Chancellor Zimmerman, Thom's yeowl sends a frisson of fear spiking down her back like lightning. She hesitates not having ever heard Thom express such intense emotion and more than a little taken aback by the Chancellor calling her by name. Nothing for it but to brazen it out now.

She tries to send Thom soothing feelings through their link then takes several more steps into the room stopping in front of the Chancellor's desk. She bows. "Yes, Chancellor, I am Ymris. Please accept my apologies for the interuption." Her eyes flick to the robed figure and back again to the Chancellor. With the odd events and portents that she has been experiencing lately Ymris begins to feel an irrational dread of the figure turning from the window and revealing his identity. Continuing, however, she says, "I was directed to deliver this case to one called Devries whom I was informed would be here this evening."

Chancellor Zimmerman glanced at the figure by the window, waiting for a moment as if he were to move or speak. The silence in the room was broken only by a low hiss coming from the corridor as old Thom lurked at the threshold, as if ready to spring to her mistress’ aid.

“Yes,” his eyes returned to Ymris. “Mr Devries is here, but he does not speak to messengers.”

The figure moved a little within his long cloak, enough so that Ymris could tell that it wasn’t simply a coat-stand holding those robes up. Slowly one heavily robed arm raised, the fabric draping over the figure’s hand, and gestured from Ymris to the Chancellor, signalling for Ymris to pass along the message.

The Chancellor stood warily and gently lifted the case across to his side of the desk, there was a fear in his eyes that was genuine, pure, unhidden as stared at the figure and opened the end of the case. After a slight tap a scroll slid out, and Zimmerman slowly unrolled it before him.

It was blank.

From the window a voice that seemed to echo with an icy chill in upon itself whispered through the room. “I know not who you are, but I smell her on you. It is long faded, but I can smell the stench of her betrayal upon everything she touches.”

Chancellor Zimmerman looked at the blank scroll, his eyes darting as if they were reading something. “Ymris, after all these years…” He looked up at a painting on the wall, it was that of the fatter Zimmerman from downstairs. He sat on a large throne with three small girls on his lap, no more than a few years old each, and had a dirty evil look on his fat and corrupt face. The plaque was easy to read:

The Ladies Stephanie, Ymris and Amanda.

The middle girl looked the same as the one downstairs, and had her name.

There was another icy hiss, “You however, are no use to me alive…”

Phoenix · Sep 11, 2006

Bront said:
Jen smiles meekly, "I'd like to, but what if they kill him? Either way, we need to find it first."

"Come on, let's see what we can get out of here for you quickly so we can keep looking."

Beyond the vast doors Jen and Jazick stared in awe at the Hall of Doctrine. The dozens of shelves that lined the walls and filled the hall held more books, tomes, scrolls and tablets than they had ever thought existed. Each of the sections had signs up giving an indication of their purpose.

After a short wander it seemed that the library was filled with doctrine pertaining specifically to the worship of Zsath only. No other books lined these shelves, everything here was to teach the priests the prayers required to worship their deity as well as the thousands of pieces of history, theology, economics, and scripture that detailed everything that had effected the religion, ever.

The chill wind that seemed to follow them through the complex began to bite deeper into their bones, as if their very souls were freezing within their bodies.

There was a reference nearby, though even that collection of tomes was impressively large, allowing the two to hunt down any information they required.