Metropolis (The World in Waiting) - Chapter One

[D20Dazza]

Ghost Hound Elf Bard

"No, we're against them - we're here to save the children - although it looks like you've beaten us to the punch - literally" Ghost answers, his eyes betray his concern but a hint of amusement dances in their depths. "Are you being pursued?" Ghost asks as he reaches out to help the half-orc with the child. "Oh by the way, I'm called Ghost, this is Taran and his small friend Twitchy" the albino elf says as he indicates the halfling and his rat accomplice.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Ba'aktar looks down behind himself anxiously as Ghost speaks, then thrusts the child into his outstretched arms. He raises his finger to his lips as he slips through the doorway and eases the heavy door shut behind him.

The idea that someone would come of their own free will to rescue all those children was a tad surprising to him, unless there was some rich benefactor paying for their expedition. Exceptionally rich if they had hired enough mercenaries to siege the entire nest of cultists.

"How many people do you have? They've got some gathering going on in the room there, so you'll have to break through them to get to the children. There's a fair few of them, and another group of them being taught something in another room towards the back," Ba'aktar rasps dryly, convinced that providing accurate information would earn him some points with (and hopefully coin from) whoever was running the show, "Got some water?"

He leans against the passageway wall and looks behind the pair for the rest of the armed retinue he's expecting.

 

[D20Dazza]

Ghost Hound Elf Bard

Leaning the child down against the wall Ghost fishes in a pocket of his black leather overcoat and withdraws a small metal flask stoppered with a cork, he slowly and carefully brings the small container to the girls lips and gently pours a dose of the blue liquid, that sloshes inside, down her throat. "What you see is what you get my friend - the people's army, all three of us" Ghost tries to grin reassuringly "although from the looks of you and what you've just told us it looks like we might need more" Ghost pauses and considers the half orc before again reaching into his coat and withdrawing a Phesen "here my, ahhhh friend?" Ghost says queringly "take this. While I have no water you should find that this little concotion helps".

[sblock]potion cure light wounds on the girl and a Phesen for the half orc (cure light wounds and restoration fx) - edited PC sheet, 2 remaining of each[/sblock]

 

[Festy_Dog]

Ba'aktar's shoulders sagged at the realisation that the three of them were the only ones present. Nonetheless, beggars not being choosers, he accepted the offered Phesen and wolfed it down in short order. He coughed a couple of times, and looked down at the child. He was feeling a bit better now, but he was far from ideal condition.

"Thanks," he said, "You pair look like you've just got out of a fight, and I'm in no condition to do anything as I am. I'd reckon if you lot want to do something about this here cult or whatever we come back another time, with more people if we can help it, but better prepared in any case. That way's out right?"

Ba'aktar pointed past the pair and paused to adjust himself, and grunted as he ceased leaning against the wall and placed his weight on his own feet once more. He was about to start on his way out when he remembered something.

"...By the way, I'm Ba'aktar," he said, "-of the Grimash. You fellows want to acquaint yourselves with more of the robed gits? Or shall we take our leave?"

 

[Phoenix]

Ba'aktar's shoulders sagged at the realisation that the three of them were the only ones present. Nonetheless, beggars not being choosers, he accepted the offered Phesen and wolfed it down in short order. He coughed a couple of times, and looked down at the child. He was feeling a bit better now, but he was far from ideal condition.

"Thanks," he said, "You pair look like you've just got out of a fight, and I'm in no condition to do anything as I am. I'd reckon if you lot want to do something about this here cult or whatever we come back another time, with more people if we can help it, but better prepared in any case. That way's out right?"

Ba'aktar pointed past the pair and paused to adjust himself, and grunted as he ceased leaning against the wall and placed his weight on his own feet once more. He was about to start on his way out when he remembered something.

"...By the way, I'm Ba'aktar," he said, "-of the Grimash. You fellows want to acquaint yourselves with more of the robed gits? Or shall we take our leave?"

[sblock]Cure light wounds - Child - 3pts
Cure light wounds - Ba'aktar - 6pts
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[Bront]

"How badly are you wounded Ba'aktar? I am Taran by the way." says the Halfling "And that is my companion Twitchy." He says pointing to a rather large Dire Rat with a saddle.

 

[D20Dazza]

Ghost Hound Elf Bard

"I am not the warrior you are my friend" Ghost says as he appraises the hulking half-orc "and so will bow to your better judgement but it sorely irks me to leave these bastards with the children and I fear that the Yellow Robes will be better prepared the next time we venture down"

 

[Festy_Dog]

"How badly are you wounded Ba'aktar? I am Taran by the way." says the Halfling "And that is my companion Twitchy." He says pointing to a rather large Dire Rat with a saddle.

Ba'aktar nods, commiting the name to memory.

"I'm pretty cut up, but that'll heal. What I really need's some food n' drink," he explains.

"I am not the warrior you are my friend" Ghost says as he appraises the hulking half-orc "and so will bow to your better judgement but it sorely irks me to leave these bastards with the children and I fear that the Yellow Robes will be better prepared the next time we venture down"

Ba'aktar shrugs.

"Take a shot if you want, the walkway I crossed over would be your best bet if you really want to go, just stay quiet and head for the door opposite. Your biggest problem would be the more wee'uns you bring back across it the higher the odds of one of 'em being heard. I won't stop you, but I ain't goin' back in there, not until I'm feelin' better at least. Much as I'd prefer to be contracted to do this, seems noone really cares what happens to the little tykes," the big half-orc says, "So what's your call, Ghost?"

 

[Bront]

Taran takes some berries out of his pack, and gestures with them, and then offers 8 goodberries to Ba'aktar. "Here, take these, they will nourish and heal you."

 

[D20Dazza]

Ghost Hound Elf Bard

Much as I'd prefer to be contracted to do this, seems noone really cares what happens to the little tykes," the big half-orc says, "So what's your call, Ghost?"

"It is the way of this city my friend - the helpless and down trodden are often the ones who the rich and powerful use as stepping stones to a more successful career. But, that aside, as I said I will bow to your better judgement and leave this place until we can at least find some reinforcements. I might be able to speak to Zimmerman, he may want revenge on those who have harmed his daughter and may be able to provide the commission you speak of. Come let us save at least one of these poor wretches" the albino elf says as he reaches down to pickup the listless girl child that lies slumped against the wall and then sets off towards the exit explaining to Ba'aktar as they walk the circumstances which find them, at the least, temporary allies.