Metropolis (The World in Waiting) - Chapter One

[Bront]

"We're not far from my village, and I believe we can find sanctuary there. Perhaps even some reinforcements." Taran says, somewhat disapointed about the setback of having to turn around.

 

[Festy_Dog]

The berries are heartily enjoyed by the big half-orc.

"Thanks," he says, appreciative but short on words at the current.

Not knowing where Taran's village is he lets the others lead the way.

 

[D20Dazza]

Ghost Hound Elf Bard

Ghost stomps along next to Taran, his mind going over the events of the last few days. He is distracted, lost in the story, already writing the front page headline. Suddenly he stops "Gentlemen, I think instead we should go to my apartment, and maybe stop in at work. We can print the story on the morrow's broadsheet and draw attention to the plight of the children. Mayhaps we can even recruit some aid through the paper? What say you gents, will you ascent to me conducting interviews with you? You'd use assumed names of course. And we may even be able to find the parents of some of these children. Come, we could do a great justice for the downtrodden, the lost, the desperate, the abused, we could arrest a great wrong. We could bring these people to justice - even if it is at the hands of vigilanties. Scum like these Yellow Robes deserve no better." Ghost pauses and looks each of his companions squarely in the eye, a tear rolling down his pale cheek, his arms hold the young girl tight, as if he can protect her from the vile darkness that she had so recently endured "Come my friends, let us shake the very foundations of Metropolis"

 

[Festy_Dog]

Ba'aktar seems unmoved by Ghost's uplifting speech, but he also seems tired, injured and grumpy.

"Lead the way then. I just want somewhere to sleep and something to eat," he explains, grudgingly breaking his silence, "I'll answer your questions, but don't go crazy. And if you fellows want my help with these sinster bstrds you can have it. Guess I could say I owe yous as much for patching me up, and those bunch look like they'd be fun to kill anyway."

He trudges along, convinced that while in the company of these fellows he'd be looked out for, but uncertain of his financial future with the charity vibe in the air. Perhaps there'd be some nice religious icons he could pawn in the cultists' den, so going back wasn't too bad a choice in the end.

 

[Bront]

"I think my villiage would be better, we can find a way for you to file a story from there. Send a messanger if need be, but I think rest and reinforcements we need can be found there much easier." Taran says.

 

[Phoenix]

As the group continues to speak in the mouth of danger, the loud chanting slowly begins to subside. The group seems to be completing its cerimony, meaning that the cultists will be free to wander their complex once more at any moment.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Ba'aktar was quick to notice the end of the chanting.

"We're going now, decide where we go while we move," the half-orc said, and started off at a quick pace.

 

[Phoenix]

Still undecided on their destination, the group head down the corridor and move swiftly down the darkened underground beach to where the crude dock is located. Taran and Ghost's small vessel is still moored to the same pier as they left it, with several cultist corpses lying nearby. There are also at least twenty other small rowboats as well, all moored to other parts of the docks.

 

[Bront]

"Lets grab one another one. We can head back to my village, if for nothing else than to warn them, and go from there. And I don't trust that pier we came in on." Taran heads for a boat that looks big enough to fit everyone in.

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Give me a minute," Ba'aktar said, taking note of which boat Taran was approaching.

He started unmooring the other accessable boats and pushing them out into the questionable stuff they floated in. He paced back over to the others and secured his gear to prevent any dropping while in the boat.