Metropolis (The World in Waiting) - Chapter One

[Festy_Dog]

The six humans shrank, regressing in age, becoming younger just as Ba'aktar was growing older. Within seconds the six children were cowering before the mighty half-orc once more, cowering before his brutal might...

Ba'aktar looked at his hand, then at his leg, then at his surroundings. He needed to make sure he was in the right place, and at the right... time? He looks at the six children. They were just children after all, he'd scare them some but he wouldn't hurt them none, would he? He was bleeding, or at least he thought he was, was that boy a threat? If the child could seriously hurt him, was it right to defend himself and hurt a child? None of them were even near the age to Prove themselves. He looked about for the child who was holding the key.

"Which one of you have it? Give it here and none of yas get hurt," he says, trying to be threatening but clearly disorientated.

He could taste the dirt and blood in his mouth. One might even say it was the taste of Metropolis. He spat out what he could, he wouldn't want to get an infection from having something get stuck in one of his tooth-holes when he stuck his teeth back in later. Now that he thought of it he'd need to change out of his wet clothes later or he'd catch a fever. Were they wet? Was he still bleeding? This was turning out to be far more difficult than it should've been.

 

[D20Dazza]

Ghost Hound Elf Bard

Taran ponders if he left anything out. "Oh, and do you know who Bremman is? I think he has something to do with these Appartments we're in."

Ghost heads in to another room signalling to the halfling to take a seat. His voice carries loudly from the other room. "Hmmm, it is an interesting tale you spin little one. One that has some stark similiarites to my own.

Yes I know Bremmen he 'oversees' several stalls in the Ivory Markets that deal with herbal extracts, organ sales, and temporal regression - sounds familiar eh." Ghost says as he bangs around in the other room "Not two days ago I was visited by one Zimmerman, a client looking for his daughter. I managed to track her to The Apartments and a man called Thylon who put me on to Bremmen. I tracked down Bremmen who advised that one of his boys had taken a fancy to the girl, he also mentioned that the Yellow Robes and the Hunters were involved" Ghost reemerges from his other room, clean and in fresh clothing. "Now then, where to from here? A rest would do me the world of good, and you're welcome to stay the evening so we can swap notes - something tells me we were meant to work together on this one"

 

[Bront]

Ghost heads in to another room signalling to the halfling to take a seat. His voice carries loudly from the other room. "Hmmm, it is an interesting tale you spin little one. One that has some stark similiarites to my own.

Yes I know Bremmen he 'oversees' several stalls in the Ivory Markets that deal with herbal extracts, organ sales, and temporal regression - sounds familiar eh." Ghost says as he bangs around in the other room "Not two days ago I was visited by one Zimmerman, a client looking for his daughter. I managed to track her to The Apartments and a man called Thylon who put me on to Bremmen. I tracked down Bremmen who advised that one of his boys had taken a fancy to the girl, he also mentioned that the Yellow Robes and the Hunters were involved" Ghost reemerges from his other room, clean and in fresh clothing. "Now then, where to from here? A rest would do me the world of good, and you're welcome to stay the evening so we can swap notes - something tells me we were meant to work together on this one"

"Yes, yes indeed. How old was this girl you're looking for? The one I found seemed fairly young, and was able to ride Twitchy with ease."

Taran considers something for a second. "I wonder how Bremman knew about me? And I wonder if he's connected to Giante?"

"Thanks for the offer to stay. I could probably use a night to relax and clean up. The city up here's nice, but it ain't the sewers."

 

[Phoenix]

Ba'aktar looked at his hand, then at his leg, then at his surroundings. He needed to make sure he was in the right place, and at the right... time? He looks at the six children. They were just children after all, he'd scare them some but he wouldn't hurt them none, would he? He was bleeding, or at least he thought he was, was that boy a threat? If the child could seriously hurt him, was it right to defend himself and hurt a child? None of them were even near the age to Prove themselves. He looked about for the child who was holding the key.

"Which one of you have it? Give it here and none of yas get hurt," he says, trying to be threatening but clearly disorientated.

He could taste the dirt and blood in his mouth. One might even say it was the taste of Metropolis. He spat out what he could, he wouldn't want to get an infection from having something get stuck in one of his tooth-holes when he stuck his teeth back in later. Now that he thought of it he'd need to change out of his wet clothes later or he'd catch a fever. Were they wet? Was he still bleeding? This was turning out to be far more difficult than it should've been.

The boy that Ba'aktar had unted through the dark corridors, shaking in fear, holds forth the key that dangles upon a long, thin chain. All of the children that surround the half-orc stare at him expectantly, as if waiting for something important to happen.

 

[D20Dazza]

Ghost Hound Elf Bard

"Yes, yes indeed. How old was this girl you're looking for? The one I found seemed fairly young, and was able to ride Twitchy with ease."

"She is but young my friend" Ghost says with a worried frown "Only 8 years, and I have less than two days to find her or I may as well not bother trying for her so called father means to buy a new child"

Taran considers something for a second. "I wonder how Bremman knew about me? And I wonder if he's connected to Giante?"

"I don't know, do you think perhaps there are others that have been drawn into this web of intrigue?"

"Thanks for the offer to stay. I could probably use a night to relax and clean up. The city up here's nice, but it ain't the sewers."

"You are more than welcome my friend. I hope I am right in trusting you. Ahhh where will your uhhhh...companion stay?" Ghost sys looking undecidedly at Twitchy

 

[Bront]

"She is but young my friend" Ghost says with a worried frown "Only 8 years, and I have less than two days to find her or I may as well not bother trying for her so called father means to buy a new child"

"Well, perhaps, after you're rested, we can return to my villiage and retrieve her, It's no more than a few hours away. Though, if this nobleman is willing to sink low enough to buy a new one, he may not like her in her current condition."

["I don't know, do you think perhaps there are others that have been drawn into this web of intrigue?"

"The more I get involved, the more that seems likely."

["You are more than welcome my friend. I hope I am right in trusting you. Ahhh where will your uhhhh...companion stay?" Ghost sys looking undecidedly at Twitchy

"Twitchy's good on the floor. He's a good companion, a fine steed, and a great friend. He'll be good, I promise." As if he understood, Twitchy looks at Hound with his cutist little submissive look.

 

[D20Dazza]

Ghost hound Elf Bard

"Well, perhaps, after you're rested, we can return to my villiage and retrieve her, It's no more than a few hours away. Though, if this nobleman is willing to sink low enough to buy a new one, he may not like her in her current condition."

"Hmmm I like not what you tell me my friend but it is a sound plan. Zimmerman just wants her back. If we can acomplish that we can move on to new ventures, the man has the money to aid her."

"The more I get involved, the more that seems likely."

"Strange bedfellows we make my friend, 'tis a bizarre set of circumstances that have brought us together"

"Twitchy's good on the floor. He's a good companion, a fine steed, and a great friend. He'll be good, I promise." As if he understood, Twitchy looks at Hound with his cutist little submissive look.

"Well OK then, shall we bed down and prepare ourselves for the morrow? It could be a big day"

 

[Phoenix]

"Hmmm I like not what you tell me my friend but it is a sound plan. Zimmerman just wants her back. If we can acomplish that we can move on to new ventures, the man has the money to aid her."
"Strange bedfellows we make my friend, 'tis a bizarre set of circumstances that have brought us together"
"Well OK then, shall we bed down and prepare ourselves for the morrow? It could be a big day"

The three new companions, Taren, Twitchy and Ghost, found brief solace in their sleep within The Apartments. It was only late afternoon, but their exhausted bodies found it possible to eat and sleep even with the noise that drifted up from the streets below. Screams, loud clashes and other noises awakens Taren during the night, who peers through the darkness to see Ghost sleeping like the dead, obviously it is a noise that he is used to.

Morning breaks quitely over The Apartments, with most of the rabble-rousers either long sleeping, or just staggering home to bed. Twitchy is awake first in the morning, followed by Taren who awakens to the sound of Twitchy rustling through Ghost's apartment looking for scraps of food.

Ghost sleeps for another hour, giving Taren enough time to prepare for the days events as well as look across the city from the elevated view tat Ghost's apartment offers. I seems tha as far as the eye can see large towers of stone reach for the sky, and as the light gets darker towards street level, the city appears to be suffering from corruption, poverty, and disease. Definately a different world on the surface.

 

[Bront]

The three new companions, Taren, Twitchy and Ghost, found brief solace in their sleep within The Apartments. It was only late afternoon, but their exhausted bodies found it possible to eat and sleep even with the noise that drifted up from the streets below. Screams, loud clashes and other noises awakens Taren during the night, who peers through the darkness to see Ghost sleeping like the dead, obviously it is a noise that he is used to.

Morning breaks quitely over The Apartments, with most of the rabble-rousers either long sleeping, or just staggering home to bed. Twitchy is awake first in the morning, followed by Taren who awakens to the sound of Twitchy rustling through Ghost's apartment looking for scraps of food.

Ghost sleeps for another hour, giving Taren enough time to prepare for the days events as well as look across the city from the elevated view tat Ghost's apartment offers. I seems tha as far as the eye can see large towers of stone reach for the sky, and as the light gets darker towards street level, the city appears to be suffering from corruption, poverty, and disease. Definately a different world on the surface.

Taran cleans up a bit while he waits for Ghost to awake from his sleep of the dead (quite ironic he thinks). When Ghost stumbles out of bed, he and Twitchy are ready to go.

 

[Festy_Dog]

The boy that Ba'aktar had unted through the dark corridors, shaking in fear, holds forth the key that dangles upon a long, thin chain. All of the children that surround the half-orc stare at him expectantly, as if waiting for something important to happen.

Ba'aktar looks around suspiciously at the children, then reaches tentatively for the key. He paused halfway to it, looking around at the children in case they tried any more... whatever they did, but he had regained a little composure by now and was able to stretch his arm that little further to retrieve the child's key.

"About time," he grumbled, looking down to where the old scar on his leg should be, needing reassurance everything was running smoothly again. He noted the locked door on the other side of the room and figured this would be a wise time to inform his comrades he had found the stash.

"You lot stay here, and behave yourselves. That way your old caretakers'll come outta this alright, you hear?" he explains to them, before returning upstairs to find Yu'olan, Hentre, and Ulam.