Metropolis (The World in Waiting) - Chapter One

[Festy_Dog]

Ba'aktar stayed close to the door, listening intently for signs of trouble. Another crazy event to add to the little resume noone ever got to see. Another group of cultists to kill, though clearly more deserving than the last batch he took part in killing.

His shield felt light in his grip, and he prayed silently to Humus that when the time came he would become a slaughterer worthy of the dark god's attention, just long enough to butcher as many Yellow Robes as he could find in their lair.

The seconds ticked by, and he turned to his two colleagues.

"You gents gonna secure the big room? Or guard the wee'uns?" Ba'aktar asked them.

 

[Phoenix]

OOC:

[sblock]Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen.
You may have noticed that we are experiancing a slight delay as we wait for the plot scouts to return to our position. Due to this unforseen circumstance, I have decided that perhaps it may be a good time to give you much needed experiance.
Taran - gains 5,200xp
Ba'aktar - gains 4,550xp
Ghost - gains 4,900xp
Feel free to drop by our rarely used OOC colum to discuss leveling and so forth. Remember, feel free to level however you wish rather than following other's leads.

Thank you for your attention.

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[Phoenix]

The iron door slides open quietly once more, this time to allow one of the scouts to return to the main group. He approaches Ghost and whispers, "The main chamber has been secured, you can come in and take it any time now."

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Make up yer minds soon. I wanna pick the guard teams," Ba'aktar says to his colleagues, and disappears through the door.

He steps out onto the walkway to find the room clear without any sign of a problem, he would have thought the room had always been empty were there not being two corpses stowed on the walkway. What was even more surprising was that it seemed the drunk human was directing events. Quite a turn of events in his mind, this fellow must have been quite capable. Ba'aktar made a note to learn the human's name later, perhaps seek him out when he had a contract that could use a subtle person's skills. It wasn't like he was going to get any help in future from Ulam or Hentre in that regards, anyway.

He strode up the apparent lead scout, "Any word on the wee'uns' cells?"

 

[Bront]

Taran remains in a state of silent observance, as he waits for a signal to procede with the other men at arms.

OOC: Figures, you do this while I'm away I'll level him appropriately hopefully tonight, and discuss it in the OOC chat (The new one I assume).

 

[Phoenix]

He steps out onto the walkway to find the room clear without any sign of a problem, he would have thought the room had always been empty were there not being two corpses stowed on the walkway. What was even more surprising was that it seemed the drunk human was directing events. Quite a turn of events in his mind, this fellow must have been quite capable. Ba'aktar made a note to learn the human's name later, perhaps seek him out when he had a contract that could use a subtle person's skills. It wasn't like he was going to get any help in future from Ulam or Hentre in that regards, anyway.

He strode up the apparent lead scout, "Any word on the wee'uns' cells?"

The scout seems to be intent on checking the bodies, rifling through their pockets for valuables. As he pulls at one of the pockets, the Yellow Robe lurches to life once more trying to scream through a deeply slashed throat.

Without even blinking an eye the scout swings the point of his boot into the man's eye causing a crunching noise and a spray of blood. He turns to the second corpse and brings his heel down hard upon the corpse's face repeatedly.

Behind Ba'aktar the rest of the men move into the chamber and take up positions. Ghost moves to the lower level with ten other men to protect the most difficult spot in the complex (that is known) leaving the rest on the walkways above to continue their foray.

 

[Fenris]

The scout seems to be intent on checking the bodies, rifling through their pockets for valuables. As he pulls at one of the pockets, the Yellow Robe lurches to life once more trying to scream through a deeply slashed throat.

Without even blinking an eye the scout swings the point of his boot into the man's eye causing a crunching noise and a spray of blood. He turns to the second corpse and brings his heel down hard upon the corpse's face repeatedly.

Behind Ba'aktar the rest of the men move into the chamber and take up positions. Ghost moves to the lower level with ten other men to protect the most difficult spot in the complex (that is known) leaving the rest on the walkways above to continue their foray.

As Ghost passes the scout he pulls him aside and whisper in his ear: [sblock] Hey boss, put a man to watch these two guys, they ain't dead and won't be anytime soon [/sblock] and the scout heads over to the other iron door with the rest of the stealthy group to try the door.


Phoenix:
[sblock]Jovik will pocket the vial. You captured his essense so well above, thanks![/sblock]

 

[Festy_Dog]

It seemed the fellow was a tad too distracted to answer Ba'aktar's question. Understandable, he fathomed, witnessing the brutalisation of a couple of people who should have been dead. Perhaps these Robes were going to be tougher to kill than initially expected, some kind of evil blessing to make them hard to kill? A thought to be dealt with at a later time, if at all. He paced past the drunk to wait at the walkway door opposite the entrance.

 

[Phoenix]

On the far side of the walkway the iron door begins to open as Jovik approaches it. A single yellow robed man looks with surprise as he faces off against the scouts that await him. With the flash of his blade Perrik slides a knife into the man's belly, stabbing deep and twisting. Behind the man three more yellow robes stand in the corridor, staring in surprise at what is unfolding before them.

Below, fortune unfolded poorly for the military scouts. Two doors open simultaniously, letting four yellow robes into the room at the same time. Behind them are six more of the cultists (making fourteen cultists below), each of them looking in surprise at the military presense awaiting them.

 

[Fenris]

The Jackal snarls at the new threat. 'Damn he thought, I was hoping to slit more throats before this. I hope they can't stop us like they did the crowd, of course I wasn't affected then. But the best way to deal with these magic types is kill'em before they can do any magical stuff'. And Jovik desperately trys to recall how he got himself involved in this mess, and realizing it was partly drink and aprtly to get new kids, he swears off drink. Ba'aktar is pushing past him as the door opens and Jovik turns to him and with a wry smile says "There you go Bruno, just what you wanted" and Jovik draws his sword and heads into the fray at the door of the catwalk.