Metropolis (The World in Waiting) - Chapter One

[D20Dazza]

Ghost Hound Elf Bard

After the cultist answers Taran Ghost speaks up "Sorry to do this but we need to go and save them children" with that he leans down and knocks the cultist on the side of the head with his mace, hoping to knock him out "Come on you two" the albino elf says to Taran and Twitchy "There's a mystery that needs solving and children that need saving - let's make a move for the old goal before any more evil can be perpetrated. I'll fill you in on what I know of Hess Ne-el Il'ithuk on the way over, I've run up against his followers before."

As they move off Ghost continues "Ive been investigating a story involving biomagical engineering on indentured workers on some of the sewer farms. I've got a feeling that these biofarms are a front for duplicitous 'God' dealings. The farms I've looked at abut a religious sanctuary dedicated to the mysterious deity known as Hess Ne-el Il'ithuk . The followers of this somewhat questionable deity have a penchant for violence and experimentation. They refer to Hess Ne-el Il'ithuk as 'God' and anyone daring to invoke another deity or call 'God' by his actual name on their patch is dealt with quickly, brutally and without mercy."

"Let's stop here for a moment" Ghost indicates a pile of boxes that they can squat behind "How do you want to approach this, by stealth or a straight up frontal attack while we cry out the name of every deity we know of?" he says with a wink.

 

[Festy_Dog]

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.

A memory that perhaps was not his own. Ba'aktar wasn't sure but he thought he just had a moment of perspective from his other self, if that's what it could be called. He struggled to his feet with the child in his arms and made for the other iron door, right now the unknown was a better alternative to going to the source of the chanting.

 

[Phoenix]

A memory that perhaps was not his own. Ba'aktar wasn't sure but he thought he just had a moment of perspective from his other self, if that's what it could be called. He struggled to his feet with the child in his arms and made for the other iron door, right now the unknown was a better alternative to going to the source of the chanting.

The iron door opened easily, for the large iron bars that would hold it shut were on Ba'aktar's side. It grated loudly into the corridor beyond, the noise echoing through the rest of the complex's silence.

The corridor before the half-orc stretched out into the darkness on his left and right, and both sides sported iron bars as doors as far as he could see. More cells. These cells were not empty though, as the noise of his entrance died down he could hear a whimpering or two. Through the bars of one of the cells nearby he could see the prisoners, more children.

 

[Festy_Dog]

The iron door opened easily, for the large iron bars that would hold it shut were on Ba'aktar's side. It grated loudly into the corridor beyond, the noise echoing through the rest of the complex's silence.

The corridor before the half-orc stretched out into the darkness on his left and right, and both sides sported iron bars as doors as far as he could see. More cells. These cells were not empty though, as the noise of his entrance died down he could hear a whimpering or two. Through the bars of one of the cells nearby he could see the prisoners, more children.

With one child cradled carefully in his arm, he wasn't sure whether releasing the others was a good idea, assuming the cells weren't all locked. Once he was sure of a way out of wherever he was, and then if he felt up to it, he would come back for them. With that in mind he trod quietly past the cells, continuing his search for escape.

 

[Phoenix]

With one child cradled carefully in his arm, he wasn't sure whether releasing the others was a good idea, assuming the cells weren't all locked. Once he was sure of a way out of wherever he was, and then if he felt up to it, he would come back for them. With that in mind he trod quietly past the cells, continuing his search for escape.

OOC:
[sblock]Left or right? At the moment neither seem to be different to the other.
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[Phoenix]

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.

[sblock]Knowledge - local (DC 20) +16 - Failure
Knowledge - religion (DC 20) +17 - Failure

Seems like Taran knows very little on the topic...
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[Festy_Dog]

OOC:

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Left or right? At the moment neither seem to be different to the other.

Ah, sorry about that, I'll try right. [/sblock]

 

[Phoenix]

With one child cradled carefully in his arm, he wasn't sure whether releasing the others was a good idea, assuming the cells weren't all locked. Once he was sure of a way out of wherever he was, and then if he felt up to it, he would come back for them. With that in mind he trod quietly past the cells, continuing his search for escape.

The corridor that Ba'aktar followed was shorter than he expected, ending in a frail wooden door that barely hung in the frame. From beyond the noise of a conversation could be heard, though quite clear enough for the casual ear to make out what it was. The cells nearest the door were empty, though there were signs of recent occupation, likely that their prisinors had outlived their purpose.

 

[Festy_Dog]

The corridor that Ba'aktar followed was shorter than he expected, ending in a frail wooden door that barely hung in the frame. From beyond the noise of a conversation could be heard, though quite clear enough for the casual ear to make out what it was. The cells nearest the door were empty, though there were signs of recent occupation, likely that their prisinors had outlived their purpose.

Ba'aktar listened to what was being spoken of outside, hoping to get an idea of what to expect on the other side of the door.

 

[Phoenix]

Ba'aktar listened to what was being spoken of outside, hoping to get an idea of what to expect on the other side of the door.

[sblock]Listen check (DC 10) +10 - Success
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"...temporal anomalies, which we shall cover later. As you can see the glands here, and here, are both receeding as the energies are drawn forth by the essence filter's cables. Though with keen eyes may have noticed that the wounds here, and here, have both healed significantly, mainly due to the reverse reality syndrome that the child suffers from. Interestingly enough, this same syndrome seems to have little effect on the body should we deliver a fatal wound..."