Metropolis (The World in Waiting) - Chapter One

[Phoenix]

Ghost presses the attack on the now weaponless cultist "You should have taken the chance to talk before attacking, your overconfidence will be your undoing"

[sblock]Bardic Song - Over
Twitchy attack roll (AC 14) +16 - Hit
Twitchy damage roll - 6pts (11 total)
Cultist Fort save (DC 13) +12 - Failure
Ghost attack roll (AC 14) +21 - Hit
Ghost damage roll - 4pts (7 total)
Ghost attack of opportunity roll (AC 14) +27 - Possible Critical
Ghost critical confirmation (AC 14) +27 - Critical Hit!
Ghost damage roll - 12pts (19 total)
Taran attack roll (AC 14) +22 - Hit
Taran damage roll - 3pts (14 total)
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Twitchy's teeth dug deeply into the leg of the cultist, bringing him to one kneeand allowing Taran's spear to slice across his face lightly, leaving a trail of blood dripping freely onto the man's chest.

No retaliation came from the cultist though, for out of the corner of his eye he witnessed his last ally struck across the hip by Ghost's mace, then as he bent to retrieve his blade, the mace opened up the back of his head, splattering brain matter across Ghost's pants.

He simply threw his blade at Taran's feet, and surrendered.

 

[Phoenix]

Ba'aktar glares at the robed man.

"What is he!? What am I!? There isn't a second me, one of us isn't the real one, what are they!? Tell me!" he yells, his patience had almost run out and he was shaking with anger.

"It's him!" The cultist yelped in fear, pointing at the half-orc on the rack. "I have no idea who you are!"

The Ba'aktar on the rack did look convincing, he sported all of Ba'aktar's battle scars and current wounds, but so did he!

Energy continued to spike along the cable connecting that Ba'aktar with the child on the rack and the cultist cowering before Ba'aktar slowly began to back away...

 

[Festy_Dog]

"It's him!" The cultist yelped in fear, pointing at the half-orc on the rack. "I have no idea who you are!"

The Ba'aktar on the rack did look convincing, he sported all of Ba'aktar's battle scars and current wounds, but so did he!

Energy continued to spike along the cable connecting that Ba'aktar with the child on the rack and the cultist cowering before Ba'aktar slowly began to back away...

Ba'aktar, or whatever he was, kept a close eye on the cultist but devoted some thought to his predicament.

"Make it stop, whatever it is that's happening to them, then you can go," Ba'aktar said, a little calmer than he was before.

 

[Phoenix]

Ba'aktar, or whatever he was, kept a close eye on the cultist but devoted some thought to his predicament.

"Make it stop, whatever it is that's happening to them, then you can go," Ba'aktar said, a little calmer than he was before.

The cultist looks a little warily at both Ba'aktars for a moment, then looks along the wire that pulses with energy across the room. "Fine..."

With quick reflexes the cultist grabs the pulsing cable and yanks it as ard as he can, pulling it from the other Ba'aktar's body. There is a flash of light, a scream of pain, smoke fills the room. Then...

The small child lay unconscious on the slab before the half-orc, the cable mostly melted so now only a foot of it hung from his chest. The cultist swiftly crumbles from the charcoal-like form he has become, leaving only the smell of burnt flesh behind.

As for the other Ba'aktar...he is simply gone, no ash, no body, just gone. All of his possessions remain behind though, sliding down the rack and clattering on the floor. If he is dead, well...but if he is someplace else, the other Ba'aktar will be helpless without his equipment...

 

[Festy_Dog]

As for the other Ba'aktar...he is simply gone, no ash, no body, just gone. All of his possessions remain behind though, sliding down the rack and clattering on the floor. If he is dead, well...but if he is someplace else, the other Ba'aktar will be helpless without his equipment...

Ba'aktar shrugged, he had intended to kill the cultist anyway but at least he didn't need to put any effort into it. He dropped the metal bar and organised his equipment (well, it was effectively his now), keeping an eye on the unconcious child while he did. Here was the chance to help the kid, it wouldn't be hard to just sling him over his shoulder when he made his way out, but helping wee'uns was what got him here in the first place.

He remembered how tired and hungry he was as he tore up the sleeves of his shirt for makeshift bandages for his various wounds. He patched himself up in his own ineffective way and got back into his gear. As he strapped on his second glove he deciding finally to see if the child was alive, and went over to 'unplug' what was left of the cables from it.

 

[D20Dazza]

Ghost Hound Elf Bard

Twitchy's teeth dug deeply into the leg of the cultist, bringing him to one kneeand allowing Taran's spear to slice across his face lightly, leaving a trail of blood dripping freely onto the man's chest.

No retaliation came from the cultist though, for out of the corner of his eye he witnessed his last ally struck across the hip by Ghost's mace, then as he bent to retrieve his blade, the mace opened up the back of his head, splattering brain matter across Ghost's pants.

He simply threw his blade at Taran's feet, and surrendered.

"Well done my friend" Ghost whispers out the side of his mouth as he moves past Taran towards the cultist "Hmmm one who values his life out of this miserable rabble eh. Why did you attack us? We are but travellers lost in the sewers. Who do you work for and where can he be found - answer me now before the rat gnaws off your face" Ghost says threateningly

[sblock]Bluff +8[/sblock]

 

[Bront]

"Well done my friend" Ghost whispers out the side of his mouth as he moves past Taran towards the cultist "Hmmm one who values his life out of this miserable rabble eh. Why did you attack us? We are but travellers lost in the sewers. Who do you work for and where can he be found - answer me now before the rat gnaws off your face" Ghost says threateningly

[sblock]Bluff +8[/sblock]

Taran and Twitchy look at the Cultist in a menacing fashion

[sblock]Aid another for a +2 to Ghost's check[/sblock]

 

[Phoenix]

"Well done my friend" Ghost whispers out the side of his mouth as he moves past Taran towards the cultist "Hmmm one who values his life out of this miserable rabble eh. Why did you attack us? We are but travellers lost in the sewers. Who do you work for and where can he be found - answer me now before the rat gnaws off your face" Ghost says threateningly.

[sblock]Bluff +8[/sblock]

[sblock]Bluff??? Hah!
Taran Aid Another - Intimidate (DC 10) +3 - Failure
Twitchy Aid Another - Intimidate (DC 10) +10 - Success
Ghost Intimidate check (DC 11) +16 - Success
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Taran, panting heavily, watches Twitchy and Ghost stare down the last remaining cultist. With some effort he moves forward to stand behind them, but his beaten body must do little to scare the man.

"Why did you attack us? Who do you work for and where can he be found - answer me now before the rat gnaws off your face"

The cultist pulls off his mask to reveal a badly beaten human beneath. Fear is present in his voice as he speaks, and often he looks into the darkness as if expecting something, or someone, to come and save him.

"Argelon is in charge around here, he's the high priest of Hess Ne-el Il'ithuk around here. He's doing experiments with the children at the moment in the old gaol complex back there." The cultist gestures into the darkness away from the docks. "You couldn't have stumbled here by accident, all the entrances have been blocked up or sealed."

 

[Phoenix]

Ba'aktar shrugged, he had intended to kill the cultist anyway but at least he didn't need to put any effort into it. He dropped the metal bar and organised his equipment (well, it was effectively his now), keeping an eye on the unconcious child while he did. Here was the chance to help the kid, it wouldn't be hard to just sling him over his shoulder when he made his way out, but helping wee'uns was what got him here in the first place.

He remembered how tired and hungry he was as he tore up the sleeves of his shirt for makeshift bandages for his various wounds. He patched himself up in his own ineffective way and got back into his gear. As he strapped on his second glove he deciding finally to see if the child was alive, and went over to 'unplug' what was left of the cables from it.

Ba'aktar's fingers touched the child first, his hands slowly lifting him from the slab and 'unplugging' the severed cord from the valve in his chest. He felt faint at...

...Ba'aktar's eyes flittered open for a moment, he was so tired. Damn that Ulam...where was he? His arms were shackled to something...he looked down into a room where a handful of yellow-clad men we attaching cables to one of the children he had tried to rescue, the other end was attached to his chest...

...he was still cradling the child in his arms, but had to pick himself up off the floor. Ba'aktar was still weak, and he knew it. There was one other iron door out of this room, the only other exit would be to follow the corridor he had entered from and head towards the chanting he had heard eariler.

 

[Bront]

[sblock]Bluff??? Hah!
Taran Aid Another - Intimidate (DC 10) +3 - Failure
Twitchy Aid Another - Intimidate (DC 10) +10 - Success
Ghost Intimidate check (DC 11) +16 - Success
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Taran, panting heavily, watches Twitchy and Ghost stare down the last remaining cultist. With some effort he moves forward to stand behind them, but his beaten body must do little to scare the man.

"Why did you attack us? Who do you work for and where can he be found - answer me now before the rat gnaws off your face"

The cultist pulls off his mask to reveal a badly beaten human beneath. Fear is present in his voice as he speaks, and often he looks into the darkness as if expecting something, or someone, to come and save him.

"Argelon is in charge around here, he's the high priest of Hess Ne-el Il'ithuk around here. He's doing experiments with the children at the moment in the old gaol complex back there." The cultist gestures into the darkness away from the docks. "You couldn't have stumbled here by accident, all the entrances have been blocked up or sealed."

Taran laughs at that "It looks like you best leave the sewers to those that know them then, for you truely do not know of which you speak. Why is he experimenting on children? What has he to gain from it?"

Taran strains his memory to recall if he knows anything about the name Argelon, Hess He-el Il'ithuk, or the old gaol complex he indicated.