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

[Scotley]

Jazick

"We should be able to find some furniture or something to burn."

OOC: Have we seen fireplaces?

 

[Tonks]

[sblock]Azot casts Cure Moderate Wounds - 14pts
Azot’s current condition - 11hp damage[/sblock]

Sebek’s blessings warmed Azot’s body, removing the already developing bruises and swells, knitting the cuts and removing the aches. He still felt the battering that the two wildlings had delivered, but their assault had still left a dull pain in his face that would not be swiftly forgotten.

The storm water drain was still open, allowing Azot to slip into the tunnel easily to pursue his prey. There was a loud echo and splashing to his right, the constant storm made the water in here waste deep, which meant that the others would probable be having more problems than he.

Azot needed not even try to catch the others, he simply let the water lift him off his feet and carry him downstream. The wildlings were struggling with their prize, trying to control it, preventing the current from wresting it away from them.

Sinking into the flowing sewage, Azot moved closer to the prey and knew that he could not fight them as he did the others above his home. Brute force would soon see you dead in the world below, as Sebek's home required cunning as well as strength.

Grasping his necklace once more, Azot whispered the words of calling to the darkness around him and reached out to the small creatures around them. He felt their resistance at first as the rain was no friend of theirs, but they could not resist Sebek's strength and Azot knew the wildlings were about to have even more trouble on their hands.

'Sebek has pronounced them dead...it is time for the harvest...'

 

[Fenris]

"The tower is not far from here, perhaps now is the time to speak of an attack plan before the beasts of this place catch us."

[sblock] Phoenix, sorry I missed this post among the others [/sblock]

"We had talked about a hard and fast charge at the tower. But truely, without knowing what the defenses will be, it is hard to devise a plan. Will there be defenders outside the tower? Will we need to crash the doors and then fight our way through? Without knowing I say we approach, quickly but cautiously towards the tower. If an enemy appears we charge, if we reach the doors, well, we'll go from there." says Alexi

 

[GlassEye]

Her smoldering body lay at her feet, an echo of Zimmerman yelled something behind her. Deveries smiled at her, then walked through her floating form. Her two assailants walked back upstairs, she was powerful to stop them, or even talk. Something was...

"...wrong?"

The voice came from a reasonable handsome man with dark hair that leaned against the wall of the school. On his hip a dark blade seemed to drink hungrily at the light eminated from the lanterns nearby, emiting a life draining aura tugged at all that was left of her, her soul.

"Yes, you're dead. It happens. No, I can't do anything. And my name's Jovik. Anything else?"

The pain was gone and that was good but Ymris can't seem to grasp what happened to the lump of meat at her feet. She blinks and stares at the handsome dark-haired man who named himself Jovik. She doesn't know who he is but she knows in her core that that sword is not to be messed with and therefore the man isn't either. However, Ymris can't stop herself from saying, "I want revenge. I want to ruin their plans, make them pay for all their machinations, and then destroy them."

 

[Phoenix]

"We should be able to find some furniture or something to burn."

OOC: Have we seen fireplaces?

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

 

[Phoenix]

[sblock] Phoenix, sorry I missed this post among the others [/sblock]

"We had talked about a hard and fast charge at the tower. But truely, without knowing what the defenses will be, it is hard to devise a plan. Will there be defenders outside the tower? Will we need to crash the doors and then fight our way through? Without knowing I say we approach, quickly but cautiously towards the tower. If an enemy appears we charge, if we reach the doors, well, we'll go from there." says Alexi

The wizards tower seemed to loom over the knights as they talked, each of them stared at the double wooden doors that were barely held in place to keep the storm out. It would only take seconds for them to cross the courtyard to the tower on horseback, and no opposition had manifested to stop them.

Boar nodded at Alexi’s suggested and lowered his helm, Whale followed suit swiftly, and if Dragon had a problem with the plan his face could not be seen behind his helm. The horses trotted across to the main doors of the tower, there was a bright light flickering through the cracks and shining off the filthy puddles underneath the door. Muffled speech could be heard from inside, but nothing could be made out.

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

 

[Phoenix]

The pain was gone and that was good but Ymris can't seem to grasp what happened to the lump of meat at her feet. She blinks and stares at the handsome dark-haired man who named himself Jovik. She doesn't know who he is but she knows in her core that that sword is not to be messed with and therefore the man isn't either. However, Ymris can't stop herself from saying, "I want revenge. I want to ruin their plans, make them pay for all their machinations, and then destroy them."

“Yeah, the Zimmermans’ll do that to you.” Jovick looked up as if he was trying to order his thoughts before speaking. “His grandfather almost killed your mother, technically. Which probably doesn’t make you feel any better about it. But, like I said, you’re dead now, not a lot you can do about it.”

“On the up side, I get to take you to the afterlife, which’ll be nice for you I guess. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, I kinda lost track of you for a while a decade or so back. It’s a shame we had to meet up again like this.”

 

[GlassEye]

Ymris scowls. This fellow, Jovick, is certainly familiar. "You said, 'Not a lot you can do...' So there is a little something that I can do? And do I know you? Have we met before?"

 

[Phoenix]

Ymris scowls. This fellow, Jovick, is certainly familiar. "You said, 'Not a lot you can do...' So there is a little something that I can do? And do I know you? Have we met before?"

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.”

 

[Phoenix]

Sinking into the flowing sewage, Azot moved closer to the prey and knew that he could not fight them as he did the others above his home. Brute force would soon see you dead in the world below, as Sebek's home required cunning as well as strength.

Grasping his necklace once more, Azot whispered the words of calling to the darkness around him and reached out to the small creatures around them. He felt their resistance at first as the rain was no friend of theirs, but they could not resist Sebek's strength and Azot knew the wildlings were about to have even more trouble on their hands.

'Sebek has pronounced them dead...it is time for the harvest...'

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.