Metropolis (The World in Waiting) - Chapter One

[D20Dazza]

Ghost Hound Elf Bard

Taran tries to identify the voice, but baring that snatches the key up quietly and continues on. Who the voice is is realy not as important as stoping this fiend.

"Wait Taran, that is your voice is it not? It sounds like you - how, what is going on? Are you who you say you are - answer me and explain this!" Ghost tries to look in to the shadows and locate the source of the 'voice'.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Ba'aktar's ear presses against the door and from within he can hear a crackling and sizzling noise that is all too familiar. The noise seems identicle to the machine that had stapped his, other self, to the child that he now carried. The half-orc's large hand tred the door.

Locked.

With this door being heavily reinforced Ba'aktar came to the decision he'd have to make his way back again, and try the noisier path with the obscure chanting. All this walking around certainly didn't make him feel any better.

He trudged back through the research room and onwards past his cell in the opposite direction to where he originally went. The child hung limply in his arm, and he couldn't help wondering if there was any purpose in him trying to help. If time was a factor in the child's survival, the odds weren't looking good.

 

[Phoenix]

"Wait Taran, that is your voice is it not? It sounds like you - how, what is going on? Are you who you say you are - answer me and explain this!" Ghost tries to look in to the shadows and locate the source of the 'voice'.

There is a padding sound of feet running across the back sand of the shore, and through the darkness several shadowed forms can be seen running back towards the docks. Nothing more is said to Ghost from the darkness as Taran pockets the heavy key.

 

[Phoenix]

With this door being heavily reinforced Ba'aktar came to the decision he'd have to make his way back again, and try the noisier path with the obscure chanting. All this walking around certainly didn't make him feel any better.

He trudged back through the research room and onwards past his cell in the opposite direction to where he originally went. The child hung limply in his arm, and he couldn't help wondering if there was any purpose in him trying to help. If time was a factor in the child's survival, the odds weren't looking good.

Wandering through the corridors of this cold, dank place, Ba'aktar's stomach growls, reminding him of his weaknesses without his treasured ring. His stomach feels unnaturally hungry, as if his body was slowly building up to a demand for all of the meals that he had missed with his magical ring. And his thirst was growing...

Ba'aktar's great feet trudged back past the torture room and his cell, heading back towards where the foul chanting and singing originates. It is not long before he is face to face with another reinforced iron door, also barred heavily.

But this time it is barred on Ba'aktar's side.

 

[Bront]

"Wait Taran, that is your voice is it not? It sounds like you - how, what is going on? Are you who you say you are - answer me and explain this!" Ghost tries to look in to the shadows and locate the source of the 'voice'.

Taran whispers "What are you talking about? I got the key he droped, let's go. We can sort out who our benifactor is later"

 

[D20Dazza]

Taran whispers "What are you talking about? I got the key he droped, let's go. We can sort out who our benifactor is later"

"You've got too much sewer water in your ears my friend, the voice that just spoke was yours - or at least a passable imitation - you don't have a twin brother or something do you? You don't think that was just a little to mysterious and convenient?"

 

[Bront]

"You've got too much sewer water in your ears my friend, the voice that just spoke was yours - or at least a passable imitation - you don't have a twin brother or something do you? You don't think that was just a little to mysterious and convenient?"

"It sure wasn't me as my name is Taran. Echoes and the sound of water can play tricks on a man. No matter, I'm sure there are many people who wish to have these vile acts stoped, so let's not look a gift croc in the mouth."

 

[Festy_Dog]

Wandering through the corridors of this cold, dank place, Ba'aktar's stomach growls, reminding him of his weaknesses without his treasured ring. His stomach feels unnaturally hungry, as if his body was slowly building up to a demand for all of the meals that he had missed with his magical ring. And his thirst was growing...

Ba'aktar's great feet trudged back past the torture room and his cell, heading back towards where the foul chanting and singing originates. It is not long before he is face to face with another reinforced iron door, also barred heavily.

But this time it is barred on Ba'aktar's side.

[sblock]ooc: So that means Ba'aktar could unlock it if he wanted?[/sblock]

Ba'aktar glanced to the ring on his finger. It took time to take effect, and he'd need nourishment before the little device actually kicked in. The door though looked to be quite a dilemna though.

It appeared that the door was for the purpose of fortifying the cell block. So was it for keeping out intruders? That would mean an exit was somewhere on the other side. The voices coming from it suggested it wasn't the containment area for some kind of terrible creation, so Ba'aktar figured it wouldn't hurt to have a peek through. He placed his ear up against the door, trying to determine how close the voices were, then carefully placed the child to one side so he had both hands available to try opening the door a little in order to get a glimpse of what was on the other side.

 

[D20Dazza]

Ghost carefully approaches the rusty door, he eyes the door frame and the floor before the doorway before poking his head in and scoping the interior.

 

[Phoenix]

[sblock]ooc: So that means Ba'aktar could unlock it if he wanted?[/sblock]

Ba'aktar glanced to the ring on his finger. It took time to take effect, and he'd need nourishment before the little device actually kicked in. The door though looked to be quite a dilemna though.

It appeared that the door was for the purpose of fortifying the cell block. So was it for keeping out intruders? That would mean an exit was somewhere on the other side. The voices coming from it suggested it wasn't the containment area for some kind of terrible creation, so Ba'aktar figured it wouldn't hurt to have a peek through. He placed his ear up against the door, trying to determine how close the voices were, then carefully placed the child to one side so he had both hands available to try opening the door a little in order to get a glimpse of what was on the other side.

[sblock]OOC: It can be unlocked and locked on your side of the door.
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The voices on the other side of the door sound like they are echoing within a large chamber, though they seem to be away from the door that Ba'aktar stands behind. With one large hand the bars keeping the doors closed slide across in their brackets, allowing Ba'aktar to open the door a crack and look through.

The door seems to open onto a walkway that rests above a large chamber below. The walkway is constructed of a firm metal mesh with handrails, allowing people to see through the bottom of it easily. The walkway circles the entire room and a second iron door is on the opposite wall of the chamber, as well as two metal ladders one halfway around the walkway on each side.

On the floor below the walkway several dozen men gather in praise, on their hands and knees chanting mystical words of a sort and gesturing towards a single man at the head of the congragation and is the only person not wearing the yellow robes and is instead garbed in a pale blue.

The blue man stands before a large rusted iron vat that rests upon a tilting frame. The vat bubbles with yellow liquid and sizzles with energy fed by dozens of cables that run from the floor into the base of the device. The cables pulse with energy and look identicle to the cables that Ba'aktar has previously encountered. It is too difficult to notice any doors on the ground floor of the chamber.