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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Phoenix" data-source="post: 2386796" data-attributes="member: 16166">Swift in foot, Ba'aktar runs to the hidden door in the wall before it swings shut.  Behind the door a steep set of stairs leads down into the basement of the chapel, cloaked in darkness the stairs would be hazardous to anyone without Ba'aktar's exceptional vision.Taking the steps two or three at a time, Ba'aktar briefly wonders about the speed of the child ahead of him, for with his exceptional speed and larger stride, he should've caught the small boy by now.The stairs end in a large chamber with only one exit, a small rusted iron door in the far wall that is barred and heavily locked.  In the centre of the room the small boy stand, facing Ba'aktar, with the key dangling in one hand.  Striding towards the child with purpose, Ba'aktar smiles and reaches out a hand......the ship heaves violently beneath Ba'aktar's feet, waves splashing up over the deck amongst the sailors that work hard to keep her under control.  A halfling woman standing neat the helm argues with a strange dwarven man.  On the water a dozen ships fight a deadly naval battle against each other in the pouring rain and failing light."Ba'ak!"  Someone screams.  "Secure that line!"A rope lashes about the half-orc's feet, but the ship heaves once more, this time more violently, throwing Ba'aktar to the ground......where the dirt caked in his mouth.  The sounds of a pitched battle around him raging in his ears, Ba'aktar almost lost concentration, rolling away just in time to watch the sword of his attacker pierce the dirt instead of his kidneys.Rolling up onto his feet with one deft movement, his Khora swung heavily about and bit deeply into the cultist's flesh, causing the man to scream and collapse on the ground, vainly trying to stuff all of his innerd back through the hole in his abdomen.Stepping backwards to put himeself against a nearby wall for a moment, the half-orc gauged the situation...hadn't he done this before?  Why was he soaking wet, it hadn't rained for days!  Three cultists with long thin sword spotted him through the crowd, dirty and tired.  They charged, and even Ba'aktar couldn't stop one of them from sliding his blade into his......leg bled swiftly, as if someone had just stabbed it with a short blade.  The boy hadn't moved an inch with his key, but Ba'aktar was wet, tired and bleeding.  He wasn't beaten yet though, he'd been through worse before...actually, he'd been through that exactly before...hadn't he?The room was no longer empty, now all six of the children stood around him in a circle, watching him slowly get up from on one knee.  Staggering a little to rid himself of his sea-legs, there was nothing that could stop him from getting that key now, all he had to do was reach forward and..."Ba'aktar!"He was surrounded!  There were six large men and women, humans too!  How did he get in this room?  Where was he?  Ba'aktar was only four years old, he'd never been away from his people before, he'd never seen humans before, what did they want with him?"Ba'aktar!  You have to listen!  You have to..."The six humans shrank, regressing in age, becoming younger just as Ba'aktar was growing older.  Within seconds the six children were cowering before the mighty half-orc once more, cowering before his brutal might...</blockquote>

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