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

[Tonks]

Sebek's sleepy eyes began to close, his massive head resting in the sewers as sleep came quickly for the god. The sewerage around him was stained heavily in blood, but as a god, Sebek would be fine...wouldn't he?

"...the Leaguers..."

As Sebek's weary voice gave him the answer he requested, Azot felt that his time of conversing was over. Why his god has chosen him was unimportant, as was the thought of tracking down those responsible for building the corpse dam. Azot would force himself to enter the settlement upstream and tell the patrols to remain vigilant. He would not tell them of his plans to leave the sewers, as Sebek would need those who remained behind to continue to call upon him for protection.

I will not tarry long Sebek.

Wanting to reach out and touch the divine creature in front of him, but still too fearful to do so, Azot reached both hands into the bloody waste water below him and allowed the divine blood to coat his hands before he withdrew them.

I will not fail you Sebek...

Forcing his gaze to look past Sebek's presence, Azot finally found the strength to place one barefoot forward and was soon moving quickly upstream and away from Sebek.

The Leaguers...they shall pay for their crimes Sebek and their deaths will not come soon enough...

 

[Scotley]

Above him the storm rumbled and darkened a little, churning with an unhealthy reaction to dark magic.

Jazick nocks an fresh shaft in his bow and continues to watch the halfling. He doesn't like to kill without cause. All this magic in the air is confusing. Is the little man's purpose to do harm? Why did he want Jazick to stop him?

 

[GlassEye]

Ymris didn't realize it for a while, but there were eyes in the darkness, the poor were staring at her. Though not unusual for people without to stare enviously at passers-by, Ymris felt eyes on her back, saw people whispering, even a flash of metal amongst some rags.

It was almost as if some of the poor in this district recognized her, knew her, had waited for her...

Ymris' forces her grip to loosen slightly in preparation for quick movement and, gods forbid, a fight. Despite the fact that she'll become soaked all the quicker she tugs her hood down so that her vision is less impaired. The feeling that these people knew who she was and were waiting for her causes a cold chill to travel up her spine. Don't let your imagination get the best of you, old woman, she chides herself. How could they possibly have known you would come this way? You didn't know yourself...

Quickening her pace she tries to leave the staring eyes behind but never ceases watching about her for a drawn weapon or other sign of impending violence. Perhaps it would be best to hole up for a bit. Never shoulda left that room. At least it was dry... In addition to watching the homeless she'll begin looking for some sign of a tavern or inn.

 

[Bront]

Barely looking at the beaten bartender, the drunks surge out of their chairs without the need to be told twice, grabbing bottles and kegs madly, even drunkenly punching each other, before staggering out into the corridor.

Minutes later the place was empty and Jasmine was staring at the huge man that lay across the table he had been serving across, his huge lungs heaving for air but still out cold. Outside the drunks staggered away, leaving Jasmine to her work.

Jasmine will hoist the man up onto a chair and tie him up best she can. Once she's confident he's secure, she'll do what she can to wake him up. Belt in one hand, dagger in the other, ready to strike.

"So, now, you gonna tell me about the man who was wearing this belt? Or am I going to have to strangle you with it?" Jasmine says with a smirk.

[sblock=OOC]Intimidate(+4) seems appropriate. Having just kicked his arse, he's probably a bit more agreeable. She find any coin behind the bar?[/sblock]

 

[Fenris]

Alexi

On the first turn of his head Alexi's gaze fell upon a small door in the corner of the courtyard where an old sign dangled above it. The base of sign meekly advertised the inn's name, though the herald emblazoned upon it proudly displayed its characters.

The Stag and Hound Inn.

Alexi swore again.

If this wasn't a sign from Metropolis herself what was. But still to have a vision, of a stag, then to find this inn. Both bearing his family symbol. The signs were obvious, Fate was leading him here.

He looks about for a stable hand, not finding one he ties up Mikla to a post, removes a bottle of Burgi and tells Mikla,

"Bite anyone who comes near" and pats her on the flanks. He remembers with a chuckle the last poor fool who tried to rifle through his bags. I think they call him lefty now.

 

[Phoenix]

"Me? No. Just a friendly historian," replied Corbin, kneeling down next to the wounded man. "You're going to be fine," he said with a smile. He placed his hands softly on the soldier's thigh, then focused on a spell. The druid's mind reached out to the power around him, and he drew upon its verdant strength to call forth a bit of healing magic to repair the wounds.

[sblock=OOC]
Casting cure light wounds on the injured soldier. If this seems to cover most of the healing, he will again shapeshift into predator form and move to battle the attacking creature.

Also, I kind of see his predator form as more of a fantastic wolf, rather than a greyhound, based more on what he's read than on what he's seen.
[/sblock]

[sblock=OOC]My mistake, people'd have a hard time finding Germany anyway
BTW how many times can you shapeshift? There is nothing on your sheet, I'll let it slide for dramatic effect this time though.[/sblock]

Corbin's hand began to glow softly, and the release of his healing magic onto the bleeding stump of the man's leg caused the wound to close over. The bleeding had stopped, though the soldier was out cold now, he'd live.

"I dunno who you be good sir, but you are a welcome sight." The soldier looked over Corbin's soldier at his injured friend and is shocked to see the halfling's face slowly change into a muzzle, the fur creeping along his skin, and finally loud popping noices as the stranger's bones reformed inside his body, changing him into a powerful wolf that snarled at the fin that plowed through the earth nearby.

[sblock=Combat]Initiative:
Corbin - 23
The Order of Urbanus - 13
Land Shark - 12

Corbin attack roll (Land Shark - AC hidden) +20 - Hit
Corbin damage roll - 10pts (10/??hps)
Soldiers attack roll (Land Shark - AC hidden) +16/+16/+23/+24/+6 - Miss/Miss/Hit/Hit/Miss
Soldiers damage roll - 7pts/4pts (21/??hps)
Land Shark attack roll (Corbin - AC 22) +21 - Miss

Corbin attack roll (Land Shark - AC hidden) +11 - Miss
Soldiers attack roll (Land Shark - AC hidden) +9/+22/+22/+24/+25 - Miss/Hit/Hit/Hit/Threat
Solider confirmation roll (Land Shark - AC hidden) +10 - Failed
Soldiers damage roll - 3pts/6pts/2pts/6pts (38/??hps)
Land Shark attack roll (Corbin - AC 22) +24 - Hit
Land Shark damage roll - 16pts (16/??hps)[/sblock]

Corbin's hind legs powerfully propelled him through the air, crashing down near the exposed fin, allowing him to bite savagely at the back of the creature. Following his lead, crossbow bolts shot through the air from the soldier's positions, eager to assist the strage halfling that came to their aid.

Corbin's mouth filled with blood, but the creature was no easily scared. From the earth a large mouth burst forth, filled with rows and rows of razorsharp teeth the giant fish-like creature snapped at Corbin's head, attempting to drag him into the earth.

Crossbow bolts flew across into the creature's hide, but the shark was engrossed with the wolf that was attempting to bite its face off. With a powerful surge the shark flew through the air, and for a moment Corbin could see that it's form was only partly-fish, for it's hide was petrified somehow, and dark black veins ran through its body that could easily be seen through the skin.

There was a horrible pain in Corbin's side, blood spatters across the ground and mattered his fur...his legs weakened, and the world danced in his vision for a moment...

 

[Phoenix]

I will not fail you Sebek...

Forcing his gaze to look past Sebek's presence, Azot finally found the strength to place one barefoot forward and was soon moving quickly upstream and away from Sebek.

The Leaguers...they shall pay for their crimes Sebek and their deaths will not come soon enough...

The sewers seemed a different place, Azot's eyes saw the same things but his mind reeled at the recent events. His disassociated himself from the conversations in the village, telling them only what they needed to know. The village was small, only a dozen families huddled in a collection of massive storm water drains that no longer supplied more than a trickle of water to the sewers, now filled with huts made from debris collected from the sewers.

Azot knew of ways to the surface, there were hundreds of them all around his territory, it only came down now to his decision of which one to take...

 

[Phoenix]

Jazick nocks an fresh shaft in his bow and continues to watch the halfling. He doesn't like to kill without cause. All this magic in the air is confusing. Is the little man's purpose to do harm? Why did he want Jazick to stop him?

The halfling dribbled blood down the front of his suit, whether it was from Jazick's arrows or not though it was hard to tell. The energies focused once more around the halfling's hands, then there was a chill wind through the streets, voices whispered, haunted, tortured. Thin wisps of mist danced in the alleyways, the bloody sleepers wailed, and the halfling gargled blood.

The voices came...

"Jazick...help us...the Jackal's are coming..."

There was a sickening smell of charred flesh, then dark things began to appear in the streets just beyond Jazick's vision...

 

[Phoenix]

Quickening her pace she tries to leave the staring eyes behind but never ceases watching about her for a drawn weapon or other sign of impending violence. Perhaps it would be best to hole up for a bit. Never shoulda left that room. At least it was dry... In addition to watching the homeless she'll begin looking for some sign of a tavern or inn.

The one thing about the Labyrinth, there was no shortage of places to drink or eat, allowing Ymris to cautiously escape the streets by stepping into the Gralis Eatery. Benchs were filled with dozens of people eating the questionable meat and salads that the city had to offer, several women passed large tankards across tables and a thick cloud of smoke hung in the air.

 

[Phoenix]

Jasmine will hoist the man up onto a chair and tie him up best she can. Once she's confident he's secure, she'll do what she can to wake him up. Belt in one hand, dagger in the other, ready to strike.

"So, now, you gonna tell me about the man who was wearing this belt? Or am I going to have to strangle you with it?" Jasmine says with a smirk.

[sblock]Intimidate check (DC 19) +22 - Success
There are as many copper, lead and tin coins there to support several minor encounters as well as support your de facto kobold family [/sblock]

Ham's eyes open lazily, staring wearily at Jasmine's angry face. His fat mouth opened a little, jiggling his fourth chin, and Jasmine slapped him across it, just to keep him in line.

"B*itch...he was askin' questions 'round here, someone musta nailed him..."

Jasmine's hand was going to be sore by the end of this, but not as sore as Ham's face. Putting her shoulder into it, Jasmine began the long task of turning the man's face yellow and purple.

"He was part of the Black Guild..." Ham blubbered through swollen lips, "...he came in here throwin' his weight around, tellin' us that we gotta pay him insurance again. The Black Guild was back, Devries was makin' his presence known or sumthin'...so we shived and ditched him..."