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

[Bront]

[sblock=OOC]Yes, there are plenty, and plenty of kindling and flammable substances.[/sblock]

Jen looks for a comfortable spot near a fireplace where they can burn something and rest comfortably.

 

[Phoenix]

Jen looks for a comfortable spot near a fireplace where they can burn something and rest comfortably.

Tossing some old books into an ancient fireplace lurking at the rear of the great hall, Jen manages to start a fire, tossing broken pieces of furniture within. The fire struggles to life and produces a meagre amount of warmth for its size, and as the hours dragged on, Jen and Jazick felt like were beginning to freeze. The flames roared as they tossed on more wood, huddling closer to desperately deal with the cold that settled into their bones.

[sblock]Jen Fort save (DC 23) +11 - Failure
Jazick Fort save (DC 23) +20 - Failure

Jen and Jazick have gained an additional negative level[/sblock]

 

[Bront]

"Staying here may not be wise, I can feel the cold sapping my strength," Jen says. "We should get the Sceptre and get out of here."

 

[Fenris]

Beside him each of the knights drew their blades and dismounted, they were prepared to make war.

Alexi draws his sword, hefts his shield to the front. Here stood an array of men, knights, armored of old. How long had it been since Metropolis had seen four such figures at one place, at one time. Perhaps not since the Elder days. But were these not men of the Elder days; Stag, Whale, Boar and Dragon? Were these men not more than they seemed?

Still fear was not in Alexi's heart, but excitement. Here was adventure, here was his calling.

Alexi gestured for Whale to burst in the doors with his prodigious strength.

 

[Scotley]

Jazick

Huddling close for warm, Jazick tries fitfully too sleep. He is too tired and weak to even consider the fact that he is a man and Jen a woman. He adds fuel to the fire until they have to move back from the heat and yet the draining cold can't be driven from their bones. At Jen's words he rouses himself. "Yes, this cold here is more than a simple chill, I fear it is some fell magic. Perhaps all who come here are transformed to bones in time. I hope we have not waited too late. Let us hie to the scepter and be on our way." Trying to loosen tight muscles he checks his gear and checks their guide.

 

[GlassEye]

Jovick smiled and nodded a little, perhaps in amusement. “Come, we can talk and walk.” Ymris found herself walking through the streets of the city, but none there could see or hear them. Jovick talked a little, commented on an eatery or ale house, putting her nerves a little at ease. There was a strange echoing noise from around her, something familiar, then she felt something brush against her leg.

“It’s Thom you know, he can still see you, something about cats I never understood. Familiar cats are apperently more sensative as well.” Jovick shrugged. He came across as not the most scholarly messenger of death, but he seemed to know a lot about the hidden corners of the city.

“A lot of people say that they’ve avoided death one was or another, I did, for a while. Dunno if you ever heard of the god Zsath? I hadn’t, ‘til I killed him of course.” Jovick’s had slid to the pommel of his dark blade, he sighed heavily. “Now I’m stuck doing his job, not alive, not dead, maybe a bit of both. To tell the truth I’m no expert, so maybe there is something you can do.”

“A few friends of mine and I met you when you were, well, probably only a couple of years old. You and a bunch of other kids were being held by Zimmerman, the first Zimmerman…the fat guy. He was using your souls to fuel dark magic, trying to escape the city, apparently it was dying. We got you out, Taran made sure you all got good homes. It was kinda hard to keep up with you all though, especially after I had to start looking after so many others.”

Without thinking Ymris kneels and tries to ruffle Thom's fur. She contents herself with speaking to the cat and feeling pleased that he managed to escape, no thanks to her. "We'll work something out, Thom, old-boy." She stands again and listens to Jovick, shaking her head when he mentions Zsath.

She is fairly quiet as Jovick speaks. Her mind is awhirl but it keeps bashing up against the fact that she is dead. What can I do? I'm a disembodied spirit. She wonders if she can re-enter her body but quickly discards the idea; she knows the damage that it took and is afraid she'd be like those walking dead like in the night-tales. Admittedly those were created by evil wizards, but still, she didn't want to take that chance. Or did she?

She focuses on Jovick. "Dark magic? There were others like me? A city can die?" She shakes her head and shivers at the monstrosity of it all. Stopping she turns to face Jovick directly. "I don't know what I can do but I know that things aren't finished here. I can't go to the afterworld, yet." She smiles a little in self-mockery. "But then, I bet you've heard that many times before. I need advice." She wishes she could talk to her mentor at Three Stone Green and hopes that Jovick has an idea.

 

[Tonks]

There was splashing noises in the water as the rats dropped from cracks in the tunnel, called by Sebek to aid Azot, they gathered quickly and swam downstream towards the remaining dwarves. The savage screaming was a little unsettling, Azot could see the dwarves desperately trying to beat the creatures off them.

They didn't stand a chance.

They rolled under the water, their screams lost, occassionally bursting to the surface to tear a ravenous rat from their faces, battering hopelessly at them. It was not a fast punishment, but eventually the rats settled on their floating corpses to feast.

As the swarm sent the remaining wildlings to their deaths, Azot stayed clear of the scene of the grisly feast and left the rats to enjoy their meal. Nearing the sealed casket they had been struggling with, Azot watched as it rocked against the cracking stone walkway.

'I should leave it alone...whatever is in it is no concern of mine.'

Turning around and preparing to let Sebek decide that fate as well, Azot tried to walk away, but the casket surged violently behind him and before he knew it, his hands were grasping it while his eyes sought a way to release whatever was contained inside.

 

[Bront]

"To the Museum of Souls," Jen says, helping Jazick along if need be.

 

[Scotley]

Jazick

The young man stumbles along beside Jen toward the Museum of Souls. "I'm okay, just a little weak."

 

[Phoenix]

Alexi draws his sword, hefts his shield to the front. Here stood an array of men, knights, armored of old. How long had it been since Metropolis had seen four such figures at one place, at one time. Perhaps not since the Elder days. But were these not men of the Elder days; Stag, Whale, Boar and Dragon? Were these men not more than they seemed?

Still fear was not in Alexi's heart, but excitement. Here was adventure, here was his calling.

Alexi gestured for Whale to burst in the doors with his prodigious strength.

The doors erupted as Whale crashed through the filmsy wood, storming into the base of the tower with his warhammer ready to bring destruction upon his foes. Alexi and Dragon were close behind while Boar brought up the rear, though as soon as all four had entered the tower they seemed to unconsciously move into tactical positions.

Within the ruined lobby of the tower the bodies of a dozen men lay scattered in pieces, blood spray decorating the walls, innards spread across the ground, and the faces that could be made our through the carnage were contorted in terror.

Within the tower a massive construction of scaffolding covered the inside of the walls, hundreds of supports and ropes stretched across the open spaces, supporting a large iron pole. The pole plunged downwards into a shaft that plunged deep into the earth, down deeper than the knights could see. The upper levels of the tower looked ruined, unsafe, and unaccessible through conventional means.

From the shaft a dull throbbing purple glow tainted the room, emitting a powerful aura of what could only be described as evil. An ancient, powerful evil.